“So are you, KB,” I whispered, meeting his gaze.
Something changed at the moment, and I couldn’t say what it was or why it happened, but it did. I felt it stronger than I’d felt anything in my life. It was almost electric and shocking me to a level of awareness I’d never experienced.
I lifted a finger, outlining the shape of his lips. Kent’s breathing grew deeper, and his eyes darker as curiosity filled them.
I knew he was wondering what I was doing, but I couldn’t explain it if I tried. Pushing my finger against his bottom lip, I pulled it down, and he suckled my finger into the warmth of his mouth.
I gasped. My lips parting as my breathing grew stronger.
“Kent,” I whispered.
He pulled my finger from his mouth and wrapped an arm around me. I moved closer, anticipating the culmination of the energy that flowed through me.
And before anything could sever the connection I felt to him at the moment, I shifted up on my elbow and leaned over him. It was impossible to break the connection of our gazes; I felt as if I were in a trance.
Lowering my head, I continued to stare in his eyes. Even after my lips brushed against his, I kept watching him. Waiting. For him to say anything. But he didn’t.
When I brushed my lips against his again, he wrapped his other arm around me and pressed his lips against mine with an urgency I had never experienced with any other man before. Parting my lips, I welcomed his kisses. His hot mouth opened, tongue pressing into my mouth hungrily as if he needed whatever nutrients I had to offer.
My tongue was sliding against his, his against mine.
Easily tasting, devouring one another. I felt emboldened as we feasted on one another.
The soft music on the television signaled the end of the movie as the credits began to roll. Kent’s hand moved from my face down to my waist, resting lightly there. My leg moved forward, parting and slipping between his legs. As his hand shifted from my hips to my booty, I grabbed at his shirt. My hand slid across the hard expanse of his abs.
Kent released a sexy growl deep in his throat when my hand caressed his abs. And on that deep growl, I felt his muscles tighten further. Kent bit down on my bottom lip and then licked it soothingly, causing a whimper to drop from my lips.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard sirens wailing, but nothing stopped me. Not even when Kent moved from beside me, pushing me on my back and moving in place to hover over me. Our kisses deepened, and I spread my legs, allowing him space between them, creating a haven for his body. Kent’s lips roamed over my face and neck.
The cool tips of his fingers created chills across my body when he lifted my hoodie, his hands roaming up my skin.
“So soft,” he murmured.
Eventually, my phone’s chiming started up, and I paused briefly. Kent lifted, searching my eyes.
I lifted my arms around his neck, interlocking my hands and pulling him to me.
He licked at the corners of my mouth before he crushed his rosy lips against mine. It was several moments before either of us broke apart, coming up for air.
All of my inner resolve weakened.
The fortress I had built around my heart and body to keep Kent Black away was under assault.
Brick by brick.
Stone by stone.
The wall crumbled.
I pulled at the hem of my hoodie and tugged it over my head. Absently tossing it to the floor, my fingers went to the button of my jean shorts next.
My chest was heaving, nostrils flaring, and there was a throbbing between my thighs that rivaled the beat of Congo drums.
It might be only for tonight, but it was one night I would take. One night I didn’t mind sacrificing everything for. Just to be with Kent Black like this would be a memory I’d cherish for a lifetime. I was spending it with the man I had secretly loved for so long.
“Let me, baby,” Kent said, against my lips.
My fingers laced through long strands of hair that swayed lightly to the right. Slowly, I slid my finger over the silken strands to the buzz cut on the back and the sides.
I hissed softly as my fingers moved to the velvety smoothness of his neck. My fingers kneaded the tight muscles in his shoulders and slowly made their way to his chest.
I wanted his shirt off, but he wasn’t ready yet.
Gripping my fingers into his, he held my arms over my head and leaned down.
Kent’s gaze seared mine, as if he were searching for answers to the mysteries of the world. He leaned in closer to me and brushed his lips against mine again.
“You’re so beautiful, Mads.”
I smiled at him and closed my eyes. Continuing on the journey of learning his body, I smoothed the back of my hand over his face, feeling the first growth of stubble.
Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against mine, his jade-green gaze holding mine firmly. The look in his eyes conveying his concern.
Concern about whether I wanted to do this or not.
A simple nod was my only confirmation.
Deepening the kiss didn’t stop his fingers from fumbling between us, unbuttoning and then unzipping my shorts. It felt like we couldn’t get close enough, quick enough. The cold air from the air conditioner lapped at my fiery skin as he pulled my shorts off.
Laying on the bed in nothing but my bra and panties, I suddenly felt shy. As my hands went to cover the little breasts I had, Kent moved them. Licking his bottom lip, he said, “No, I want to see all of you.”
I remained still as he released my front clasping bra and ran his fingers lightly across my nipples. Attention mongers that they were, they instantly budded, hardening in the coolness of the room, and under the devotion he gave them.
Heat rushed through my body when his tongue met my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. My body arched underneath his attentiveness to my breasts as he moved from one to the other.
Nothing he did felt rushed to me. Kent was hungry and greedy for me. There was an underlying impatience, but he took his time. His kiss was demanding, but he broke it off to worship my body.
The trail of kisses burned their way down my abdomen, stoking a fire inside of me incomparable to anything I’d experienced. His lips were an exquisite treat against my skin, soaking my panties with my desire for him.
When his hands tugged at my lace panties, I lifted for him, eager to discard the material that kept me from luxuriating in his touch. It wasn’t until I was completely nude that he was marginally satisfied.
Kent ran his nose along the inside of my thigh, inhaling deeply. My fingers greedily reached for his shirt, tugging at the collar. He continued to take his time, even as he nudged his nose against my clitoris.
I had no more patience, and the jutting of my hips unleashed a beast inside of him. Time became irrelevant in the face of satisfaction. Time was only relevant as it related to pleasure. He took the time to bring pleasure to me. Time to devour me.
His long, tapered fingers parted my lower lips, and his tongue, teeth, and mouth instantly went to work. Kent feasted on me like a hungry man granted his final meal. Slurping noises coincided with soft grunts.
It felt as if he couldn’t get enough. Because no matter how much I pushed myself into his face, he continued to pull at my hips, jerking me closer to him, digging further inside of me with his tongue and lips.
He was ravenous.
And just when I thought I would explode from his focused and eager oral assault, he pulled back.
Winking his eye, with a brief nod of his head, he said, “I haven’t even gotten started yet, girl.”
Sitting up, he licked his lips and ripped his shirt from his body.
My eyes slowly toured the contours of his body.
I permitted myself to allow my fingertips to touch his chest. His fawn skin, unlike the richer olive skin of his brothers, was lightly freckled in some places. He’d inherited his lighter colored skin from his mother.
I stopped at his left shoulder
and traced the cursive font.
I love you to the moon and back.
It was a damned shame he’d even had to get the tattoo in the first place.
Kent had shared with me it was his constant reminder his mother would always love him no matter who else failed to do so. She’d promised him that when he was six years old.
They’d shared that sentiment daily since then. Kent had asked his father if he loved him. Rather than saying he loved his son, Victor said, “Look at this house and this bedroom of yours. Remember what we did for your birthday. Now you tell me if I love you.”
Then the asshole had walked out of Kent’s bedroom that night, leaving him to wonder if he was loved or not. When he’d told his mother the next morning, she’d smoothed it over, saying his father didn’t know how to say the words, but he knew how to show it.
I’d beg to differ.
But he’d gone out at the age of eighteen and got that tattoo.
Lifting on my elbows, I kissed the tattoo and lay back down.
Kent made quick work of removing the rest of his clothes before he lifted a condom from the nightstand.
Thoughts of Steve passed quickly through my mind like a filter of light, convicting me of my wrong. But Kent’s hands brought me right back to him.
He stroked me gently, the question in his eyes, asking if I were ready. In response, I spread my legs further apart.
Kent ripped the condom package open and held it in one hand while using his other hand to bring my hand to his long, thick, venous, pink-tipped dick. I’d imagined from time to time that he was packing. But I’d carefully averted my eyes every time they’d traveled down there of their own accord in the past.
But now, my eyes were trained in that direction, unable to move. My fingers rubbed over the thick vessels protruding from the skin and lightly rubbed a couple of smooth pale spots.
I looked back up at him as my hand slowly pushed down the skin of his dick, watching as the head bulged.
“War wounds,” he said, as my finger rubbed circles on the pale spots.
My eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Women who bit me while trying to go down. Or their teeth scraped, removing the skin.”
“I know what that means,” I replied shyly. “Did it hurt?”
“Hell, yeah,” he said. “But I don’t wanna talk about them. I just want you, Mads. Nothing else matters anymore.”
Anymore.
There he’d said what he expected of me, but I gulped past it and focused on the task at hand.
With my other hand, I lightly tugged the underside of the skin of his balls. And in an opposing force, I pushed the skin on his dick back up.
My breathing sped up as I stared at the pearlescent bead on the tip of his dick.
I wanted to lick it, wondering how he tasted. But I wasn’t ready.
In my hesitation, Kent sheathed himself with the condom, as though sensing my dilemma. He decided for me.
We exchanged no words, no reassurances given. Kent slid in me, and I felt complete.
“Ahhh,” I gasped as he filled me up.
Kent froze, lying inside of me and holding me tight. Burying his face in the side of my neck, he said nothing for several moments. He lay still, breathing deeply, the warmth from his breath tickling my neck.
Finally, he murmured, “Damn, Mads, you feel so good tonight.”
I pressed my legs tightly around his firm back, my arms wrapping around thick muscle. And slowly, I began lifting my hips, welcoming him inside, coaxing him to move and to give me everything I didn’t know I’d wanted.
CHAPTER 9 – KENT
Being with Madison like this was something I’d thought about from time to time, but not too deeply. I couldn’t afford to, because if I did, I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had her. She was too precious for me to hurt and discard her the way I had randomly done others in my past.
Tonight, I lost that will, and I lost myself in her. She was the perfect escape from the shitstorm of pain whirling around in my heart. A delicate diversion.
From the moment I smelled her desire, I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with just tasting her. I needed to be inside of her. I wanted to cleave to her and bask in the softness of her, allowing her juices to coat me.
Sinking deeper into her beautiful burnished skin, she clung to me, welcoming me into her depths. I gave no thoughts to her fiancé, Steve, nor to what this might do to our friendship. Tonight, I was selfishly satisfied with what she was willing to give. Even if it were only for tonight, I’d be happy with that; I lied to myself.
“Fuck!” I murmured as I slid out of her to the tip.
“What?” she whispered.
“You’re so tight, Mads. So, warm and tight,” I replied again.
She made a whimpering sound deep in her throat, and I slid my dick inside of her again to the hilt, forcing her legs further apart. My balls slapped against her bottom as I picked up my pace.
Fists pressing into the mattress, knees grounding me firmly in the bed, I pummeled Madison. The faster I went, the more our heart rates picked up, the more I knew I could never give her up.
Madison was different than any woman I’d had. I typically went for fair-skinned, blonde, brunette, and red-head women with big breasts, a tiny waist, and long legs.
Madison was toned but curvy.
All the working out she did for dance kept her body fit and toned. I’d always noticed that about her, that she had more definition than curves and that her body, while toned, was feminine. But lying here between her legs, I was surprised at how lush she was.
The handful of breasts that she had, which I was sucking into my mouth, were soft and pert. She had these big, dark brown nipples that were even darker than her sepia colored skin. They reminded me of tiny morsels of dark chocolate.
But they were much sweeter!
Her body was thick but lean and disciplined. Her behind was the perfect mixture between hard and soft.
I swear she didn’t have an ounce of fat on her, but she was sheer perfection for me.
“Fuck me, Kent. Hold nothing back, man. Just fuckin’ let go!” she grunted as she began to writhe underneath me.
“I swear I’ll tear this tight little pussy up if you don’t hold still!” I growled in return.
The way she began to buck her hips let me know she was up for the challenge. I pulled back and dropped my grip on her waist. I pressed her thighs apart, pushing them into the bed and got up on my knees. Slowly, I began digging into her, letting my cock excavate her, pulling out every moan, grunt, and whimper that she held back.
The heat building up in my body fueled my energy. And it was all spent out on Madison. Droplets of sweat dripped from my forehead, my hair, and my upper lip.
The air conditioner working overtime wasn’t sufficient for the heat we created. But I didn’t give a damn.
I’d go to hell and back just to be right here. Right in between her legs. Right inside of her cunt.
“Open your legs and push those knees back,” I ordered as I pulled out of her, holding my cock in my hand.
I watched as she spread her legs far apart and then pulled them back towards her shoulders.
“Lift higher,” I commanded.
Madison did what I said, and I plunged inside of her. With focused and controlled movements, I slammed into her repeatedly, not being gentle at all.
The scream she released competed with the slamming of her headboard into the wall. I didn’t care. I gave her what she asked me for, releasing my demons, running from my fucked up headspace, pushing aside the guilt, and jackhammered her until she released all her shit down my covered dick.
Instead of being satisfied with what she gave, selfish bastard that I was, I found myself imagining a time when I’d be able to run up in Madison with no protection. The day when I would feel all her slickness coating my dick from top to bottom.
And as she lay still underneath me, I pulled out. I wasn’t done with her yet. Sliding down, I lowered
my head between her legs. Opening my mouth, I began lapping at that pussy, licking up all her juices, my fingers playing in her tight asshole.
Oh yeah, I could tell from her movements and wide eyes that area hadn’t been explored yet. That was a spot Steve hadn’t claimed, and I planned to put my stake there. Tonight. I just had to get her worked up and prepared for it. I had no intention of letting Madison go. Now that we’d gone this far, there was no returning.
In my mind, if Steve hadn’t laid claim to his woman correctly, that was his loss. How in the hell had they been engaged all this time, and he hadn’t sealed the deal? I didn’t give a shit about that ring on her finger.
I would show her no mercy tonight. When she woke up sore in the morning, I wanted her to remember it was me that did it. The next time she saw that idiot’s face, I wanted her to think about me and cream inside of her panties.
The next time she heard his name, I wanted her to say, “Steve who?”
I went to work, continuing to lay my claim. Madison had to know that she was mine when we finished. I was planning to make this a done deal.
“Kennnt!” she moaned as I licked her pussy.
Folding my tongue, I used the tip to tease her clitoris. The rigid little nub hardened further under my attentive assault. Madison wiggled around, her legs clamping tightly around my head.
“Shiiiitt!” she squealed as I sucked on her clit.
My fingers picked up the pace inside of her butt, and she appeared to enjoy it. She was bucking and mewling, while I drained her of all the juices. I let up when she was about to come again. Flipping her over on her stomach, I rubbed her butt cheeks and lined my dick up with it.
“What’re you doing?” she moaned into her pillow.
“Fucking that tiny hole,” I said, as I slowly pushed against her.
I felt the resistance and knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I was patient. I lay down over Madison as she began to buckle. Wrapping a hand around her waist, I pulled her on her knees, licking the nape of her neck.
Slowly, I pressed little kisses down her back as she began shaking.
“I know you want this dick inside of you, Mads. You told me to fuck you, that’s all I’m doing. Give me that sweet ass, baby,” I mumbled in her ear.
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