by J. A. Little
When we get there, he lays me down and climbs on top of me, one knee settled between my legs. I moan loudly and grind against him, trying to get friction. I feel frantic. He gives me what I need, pressing his knee up hard against my center, while bending down to kiss my mouth.
I reach down to pull off my shoes, but am distracted when Dean grips my face, moving my head to the side, his lips working furiously against my throat. When he lets go to cup my breast, I try again.
Growling in frustration, he grabs both my hands in one of his and slams them against the bed above my head.
“Stop,” he orders firmly. His eyes are on fire, scorching, piercing, making my stomach twist in anticipation of what he’s going to do to me. The ache between my legs begins to pulse and throb almost painfully. I need more. I roll my hips against him in an act of sexual desperation. His lips curl up into a seductive grin before he presses them against mine and then pulls back again.
“Leave the fucking shoes on, Kayla.”
Chapter 34
Dean
Kayla pauses and lifts her head to stare at me.
“Oh my God! You do have a thing for shoes,” she laughs.
“Just those ones,” I mumble, smiling against her skin.
“You li—ah, that feels good,” she moans as I suck on a pulse point. “You’re always looking at my feet.”
“I’m always looking for those shoes,” I admit, without thinking about the questions it might bring up.
“Why?” she asks in a whimper as I drag my mouth across her throat.
“Long story,” I grunt. “Not now.”
She opens her mouth, but I want her to stop talking, so I cover it with mine and rock against her. I’m desperate, aching. I want to touch her everywhere at once. I have one hand still holding her wrists and the other splayed out over her hip. When I let go of her wrists, she moves her arms, but I push them back, maneuvering her exactly how I want her.
“I need to touch you,” she begs.
“You’re just gonna have to wait, sweetheart,” I say, smirking. “I have plans for you.”
Lowering my hand again, I cradle her breast, pushing it to a peak so that I can finally put my mouth on it. I swirl my tongue around her nipple before flicking it rapidly. Kayla bucks her hips, hitting my dick and making me groan in both pleasure and pain. Her hands move to my hair, gripping, tugging. I let her keep them there.
“More,” she whispers.
I’m not exactly sure what she’s asking for, but regardless, more requires removing my pants. I release her nipple and trail kisses down her stomach and over her underwear between her legs. She smells so fucking delicious it’s hard to leave my position. I hum lightly before kissing the insides of her thighs and moving away. My feet hit the ground, and Kayla lets out a cry of frustration.
“Now you know how it feels to be teased all night.” I smirk, kicking off my shoes and socks. My pants are already undone and they slip over my hips easily, landing silently on the ground at the foot of the bed. Kayla leans up on her elbows, watching. I’m about to take my boxers off when she sits up completely, grabbing my hands to stop me.
“Can I do it?”
I nod and hold my hands up in surrender. She wraps her arms around my back, dipping her fingers beneath the fabric just above my ass, her mouth pressing against the skin of my navel. A coy smile appears on her face as she looks up and pulls the fabric down, uncovering me.
Closing my eyes, I let out a long, steady breath. I suddenly have an odd feeling of déjà vu. It’s uncomfortable and creates a lump in my throat and a sharp pain in my head. This is another fucking dream—it has to be. Some things are different, but too much is similar. I don’t want to open my eyes, because I’m afraid if I do, she won’t be here. Instead, I clench them shut even more tightly, waiting for the inevitable moment when I wake up alone.
I’m completely unprepared for the feeling of her hand wrapping around my cock. I startle, my body jerking, my eyes shooting open. This is definitely not a dream.
“I’m sorry,” she yelps, letting go.
“Don’t apologize,” I choke. “It’s just—fuck, your hands are cold.”
“Oh.” She glances back down at my cock, tilting her head. “I think my mouth is pretty warm.”
She doesn’t wait for me to respond. She stands up, causing me to take a step backward, and then drops to her knees. “I might need a little guidance,” she says, batting her eyelashes playfully.
“Guidance, huh?”
“Mmhmm.”
“What do you want me to do, sweetheart?” I ask, my gaze flickering between her face and her heaving chest.
The look she gives me is innocent, but the words that come out of her mouth are nothing but sin.
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
I pretty sure I just died and went to fucking heaven. Every last cell in my body is on fire. Our eyes meet, and her lips curl up into a smirk. She knows what she’s doing to me, and she’s loving every second of it.
I reach down with both hands, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks before gripping the back of her head. I’m rougher than I should be, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She opens her mouth, waiting for me. I oblige, pushing myself in, feeling her tongue glide against the underside of my cock. She presses down hard with her lips, creating unbelievable friction.
The teenage boy in me is so fucking excited he can barely contain himself. I pull back out and push in a few times, giving her more of me every time. I don’t know how much she can take, and I don’t want to jam my dick down her throat, so I continue to move slowly. When I’m about halfway in, she gags, and I stop for a second as she looks up at me.
“Ugh, Kayla,” I rasp when she starts sucking. “I gotta move.”
Her hum of approval sends vibrations through all the sensitive nerves, causing me to swell even more. Keeping one hand on her head, I wrap the other around the base of my dick to keep myself in check before going for it. I watch her intently for any signs that I’m being too rough, but all I see is a woman who is clearly loving what she’s doing.
As I figured, it doesn’t take me long. Within a couple of minutes, the pressure becomes unbearable. I moan, gritting my teeth.
“I’m gonna come.” I let go of Kayla’s head, allowing her to pull away if she wants to, but instead she snatches my hand, putting it back into place. I spill into her mouth, throbbing and pulsing, shooting long, hot streams down her throat.
Releasing my cock, she wipes her mouth with her fingers and looks away. Her cheeks are flushed, and I see her slip her thumbnail in-between her teeth. She looks embarrassed. I lift her chin, looking into her suddenly cautious eyes. The woman who was so sure of herself five minutes ago has inexplicably disappeared.
“Get up here,” I demand gently, helping her stand. She tries not to make eye contact, but I don’t like it—I need her to look at me. Pushing a few strands of hair from her face, I lean in to kiss her, then again gently a couple more times, before attacking her with my tongue.
She doesn’t respond at first, but when I wrap my arms around her, pressing our bodies together, she gives in and begins to kiss me more fervently, her hands on my chest.
My body is already starting to recover and react. I want her underneath me, writhing and clawing at me, completely at my mercy. She moves backward, and I follow, refusing to detach my lips from hers. I crawl over her as she makes her way up the bed. When we can’t go any farther, I strip the covers down to prevent anything from getting in my way.
Once again, my hands are all over her. I’m almost frantic as I fumble to get rid of those fucking panties. I have to lean back on my knees to pull them down her legs. I’m able to slip them off one leg easily, but they get caught on the heel of her shoe on the other. I’m momentarily distracted by the lace panties hanging from the fantasy shoe, but Kayla doesn’t let me dwell.
“Dean?”
I grip the red fabric and yank it. I hear it tear, but I don’t give a shit. The moment sh
e’s bare, she spreads her legs, inviting me in.
Any and all thoughts that might be left in my head are gone. There’s absolutely nothing to stop what’s about to happen. She wants it. I want it. Fucking hell, do I want it.
I gaze down at her and lick my lips. The urge to taste her is too strong to deny. I shift backward, making it clear where I’m headed, but she closes her legs. I look up at her in confusion.
“Later,” she begs. “I need you to fuck me. Right now.”
I grin. If that’s what she wants, who am I to say no? I settle between her legs and stroke myself a couple of times before running the tip of my cock up and down against her.
“Oh, God,” Kayla gasps. She’s wet and ready. I don’t have the patience or the self-control to hold back anymore. I thrust inside her, making her scramble for something to hold onto. I moan as her soft flesh envelopes me—so tight, so warm. My dreams didn’t do her justice. Or maybe when I dreamt of her, I didn’t realize just how much I cared for her. Now, holding her in my arms, having her writhing beneath me—with this intense emotion between us—never in my life have I felt anything like this.
“You feel so good,” I groan in her ear.
“I’ll feel so much better when you move,” she mewls, lifting her hips in an attempt to get some friction.
Bracing myself on my hands, I pull all the way out and slam into her. Over and over again, I make her cry out. I love the sound of my name on her lips while I’m pounding into her as hard as I can. Watching her body move underneath me, with me, for me. I don’t ever want this to end.
“Does that feel good?” I pant, leaning in and changing my angle.
Her fingernails dig into my forearms. “Don’t stop,” she pleads.
“I don’t plan on it,” I mumble, pushing back into her and quickly resuming my pace.
Then I feel it—a sharp sting in the back of my thigh. Her leg is hitched up, wrapped around me, the goddamn heel of one fantasy shoe biting my flesh. I must be a fucking masochistic bastard, because I really like the pain.
I shove my arm under the small of her back, forcing her hips up. Her heel slips, dragging across my ass cheek before settling back down on my thigh. By the way Kayla starts shrieking, I can tell this position must be a good one.
“Oh, Jesus. Oh…uh…uh…”
Without thinking, I cover her mouth with my hand. The last thing we need is the hotel manager bursting into the room to make sure I’m not killing her. Her eyes darken. I slow slightly to make sure I haven’t just made a huge mistake, but the second I do, she moves against me, encouraging me to keep going. With renewed confidence, I continue to fuck her with everything I have.
My hand slides down a little so that just my thumb is left, perched over her lips. She opens her mouth and takes it between her teeth, never looking away from my eyes. I’m inside her, and yet, it’s not enough. I need to be closer. I need to be part of her. I press my whole body into hers.
She’s close, I can tell. Her breath speeds up, and she starts gasping. She opens her mouth, and I pull my thumb out. I want to get her there. I want to make her feel good.
I grip her hands, which are now on either side of her head. Entwining our fingers, I drive my hips against her pelvis hard and fast, watching her face as she crumbles with a high-pitched moan. Her back arches as I continue to slide in and out of her, focusing everything I have on bringing her through it. But I push myself too far, and I can’t stop my own orgasm.
I pant loudly, getting closer, bringing myself to the edge. I have to pull out. Fuck! My brain is telling me to pull out, but every other part of me wants to stay inside.
“Kayla?” I plead, hoping she understands what I’m asking. I need her to call it, because my primal, animalistic side is screaming at me, “Don’t you fucking leave. She’s yours. Take her completely.”
She wraps her other leg around me and squeezes, making it clear what she wants me to do. Fuck it—with a low, grinding moan, I bury my face in her neck and come, pulsing rhythmically inside her. I collapse, feeling like a huge weight has just been lifted from my chest. My dick is still hard but begins to soften with each aftershock.
I’m speechless for a few moments. As I pull out of Kayla, awkwardness sets in. What the fuck do people usually do after sex? Normally the second I’m done, I get up, get dressed, and go. That’s not an option right now—it’s not an option with her. She means more than that to me. Do I wrap my arms around her? Cuddle? Do I thank her, or would that make her feel like a slut? I’m not versed in sexual etiquette. Seconds ago, the room was filled with grunts and groans and wet, slapping skin. Now, it’s too quiet. I’m completely out of my league.
Reaching down, I tug on the sheets. Kayla must have kicked off her shoes at some point, because they fly off the end of the bed when I pull the covers up over us. I press my mouth against her shoulder, kissing it a few times before moving up her neck. When I get to the side of her mouth, she turns her head to look at me.
“Hi,” I try.
“Hi,” she says quietly.
“You okay?”
She nods, smiling. “More than okay.”
I take her upper lip between mine and rest my hand on her rib cage. I can feel her heart beating, slowing down from the erratic pace it was at just a few minutes ago. Our kiss is slow and lazy. All the frantic desperation is gone.
I don’t know who falls asleep first. All I know is that I’m exhausted. And warm. And comfortable… And happy.
Chapter 35
Dean
It’s early when I wake. There’s not even a hint of sunlight coming through the curtains. I’m completely wrapped around Kayla, my hand holding her tit like it’ll disappear if I let go. She’s breathing in and out through her nose—deep, slow breaths. One arm is under the pillow she’s lying on, the other is covering the hand I have on her boob.
I carefully untangle myself and sit up on the edge of the bed with my back to her. Running both hands through my hair, I tug at my scalp in frustration.
I knew I was in trouble the moment she turned her back to me at her house and I saw all that skin. But when she revealed that she was wearing those shoes, I was completely fucked. The fact that we even got out the door is a miracle.
But now I’m wondering what the hell I just did. I fucked her. I fucked Kayla. I wasn’t gentle, and I wasn’t safe. I wasn’t thinking of consequences—I just did it.
I’m a fucking idiot.
I have the urge to run, to get away, but that’d be even worse, because I still have to face her. I have gone so far beyond the line of a professional relationship. I know we’re friends, but she could fucking destroy me if she wanted to. Rationally, I know she’d never do that, but it doesn’t stop the trainwreck of thoughts barreling through my head. I feel the bed shift behind me and hear her sigh.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
I turn back to look at her. She’s sitting up with the sheet pulled up over her chest, one long leg naked and bent beside her. Her hair is wild, her makeup smeared. She looks unbelievably beautiful.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I mumble, staring at her leg.
“Are you okay?” She yawns. I nod and turn away again. Her arms wrap around my waist, breasts pressing against my back, mouth against the back of my ear. “Come back to bed.”
I don’t say anything, choosing to fiddle with my fingers instead. Her lips kiss down my neck and land on my shoulder.
“Do you want me to go?” she asks softly, sitting back and taking her hands away.
I whip my head around. “No! Why?”
“You seem…”
“I’m fine,” I insist, even though I’m not quite sure I am. She doesn’t believe me—I can see it in her eyes. She’s trying to hide her hurt. I hate that I’ve done that to her.
I crawl back under the covers and lie flat on my back, lifting my arm in invitation. Kayla curls into my side, resting her head against my shoulder and her hand on my chest. My dick twitches when I feel her leg wrap over mine.
Obviously, it’s much less conflicted than I am.
Running my fingers over her shoulder blade, I try to figure out what to say.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go?” Kayla tilts her head up toward me.
“No, sweetheart, I don’t,” I assure. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be an asshole.”
Kayla sniffs. “Your phone went off a few times after you fell asleep, but it stopped around one o’clock, I think. I would have looked to see who it was, but I couldn’t move.”
“How come?” I frown.
“Um, you’re kinda heavy.”
“Oh,” I chuckle.
She smiles almost shyly. “I’m not complaining. It was nice. Really warm, but nice.”
I stare into her eyes. She’s so fucking beautiful, it hurts. I kiss her forehead and nudge her so she knows I want her lips. I put my hand on the side of her jaw while I slip my tongue into her mouth.
She shifts, rubbing against my leg a few times, reminding me that she’s completely naked under the sheets. I moan as my dick hardens and her fingers drift across the head.
“Kayla,” I mumble into her mouth.
“Want me to stop?” she asks, slipping her hand up and down my shaft.
“Uhhhhh.” Speech is beyond me when she’s doing this.
“Is that ‘uhhhhh’ yes or ‘uhhhhh’ no?” she teases.
“What do you think?” I rasp, thrusting my hips up into her hand. She smiles, but it fades quickly.
“I think… I’m afraid I’ve pushed you too far, Dean,” she admits. “I think I wanted you so badly that I didn’t consider you might not be ready. I think I’m still being incredibly selfish because, despite all that, I want you again,” she whispers.
“You didn’t push me,” I say, reaching down and stilling her hand. Sliding my hand between her legs, I push a finger into her, making her inhale sharply. “And shit, you’re more than ready for me. Goddamn, you’re wet.”
