The Scheme

by Mia Kayla

  When she turned the knob, I almost lost my footing, but shifted to grip her ass to get a better hold. She laughed again as our eyes connected. Damn, she was hot, even all giggly.

  As we stepped through the door, she dropped the keys on the floor, and I strode toward my bedroom.

  ***

  KENDY

  When my feet connected with the carpet of his room, I felt bereft, missing being connected to him, though we were only a foot apart. He slammed the door behind him, kicked off his shoes, and lifted the back of his shirt over his head, flinging it to the side.

  At once, that empty space between us was filled as he pulled me in and kissed me, sending a current of shock straight to my core. We went at it again, his tongue in my mouth, his hands groping me through my clothes, and his body meshing into mine. The sensual friction caused my insides to heat to immeasurable temperatures, and my heart hammered in my ears.

  I fiddled with the button of his jeans as he backed me up until I felt the foot of his bed hit the back of my knees.

  He pulled at my dress, caressing me through the fabric, wanting it off. Our movements were uninhibited, erratic.

  My impatience grew as I tore off his jeans and gripped his hardness. When his dick popped free from his boxers, my eyes widened, causing a hot ache between my legs. Holy shit, he was huge.

  One of my boobs hung out of my dress and he caressed it, flicking his thumb against my nipple. In the next second, he circled my nipple with his tongue, sucking, tasting, and teasing it with his mouth,

  My head fell back in utter ecstasy. “Oh, God,” I moaned. I closed my eyes as his lips warmed my flesh.

  I needed him to stop. Now. Before he made me come and I couldn’t feel him inside me.

  I pulled at his hair to meet his eyes. “Where are your condoms?”

  “Patience is a virtue, Kendy.” His mouth was saying one thing, but his body said another as he shoved my dress and underwear to the floor.

  “I left patience at the club.” I tugged his boxers down his legs, dropped to my knees, and took his length inside my mouth.

  He gasped, his hands gripping the back of my head as his fingers threaded through my hair. I smiled, wondering where his patience was now.

  “Fuuuuck.” He closed his eyes and threw back his head.

  My legs parted slightly as a shiver coursed through my body. I’d never heard him swear before. Not like all guys had to swear, but coming out of Brian’s mouth, it made him that much hotter.

  I took him in fast, feeling his tip at the back of my throat, and sucked his hardness.

  Our eyes locked as I peered up at him. His look was filled with desire so strong, I needed him undone. Thank the heavens I didn’t have a gag reflex.

  “Damn, baby.” He pulled my hair to the side as I continued to suck up and down his length, my lips beginning to numb from the motions. “You’re going . . . you’re going to make me bust.” His voice shook like he was hanging onto his last thread of control.

  Even on my knees, I knew he was at my mercy. I was pretty sure I could have made him come in my mouth, but I needed release, too.

  He tugged me up, and I let him take the lead. My breathing was labored as he grabbed a handful of my ass, pulling me against him. I needed him inside me.

  “I want to fuck you,” I said, flicking my tongue at the rim of his ear. “Hard.”

  His hands locked on my chin, forcing me to look at him in the most intimate stare. “You want it hard, baby?”

  My insides jolted with excitement, and my thighs tightened with anticipation. “Hard and fast.” It was the only way I knew, the only way I had liked it since Cole.

  I kissed him firmly in response as his fingertips dug into my thigh and his length pressed against my stomach. He pulled back to reach into the side table for a condom. Not breaking our eye contact, he tore the package open with one side of his mouth.

  I plucked the condom from his hands and disposed of the package. “Let me,” I said with the most seductive look I could give him.

  ***

  BRIAN

  I loved her hands on me, her mouth on me. I wanted her like she was my next steak dinner. I hadn’t had sex in a while, and I was about to combust any second. It had taken all my self-restraint to not come undone in her mouth.

  This woman was hotter than most models walking the runway, and I’d dated some hot ones before. Our breathing turned erratic as she dropped her hands to roll the condom on me. The next second, I lifted her by the waist and felt her wetness rub against my stomach.

  When I moved us to the edge of my bed and she fell back, I kneeled in front of her, needing to be inside her. Her eyes widened, and I stopped because she stiffened. I froze for a second, reading something in her eyes. Fear? The panic in her normally soft features alarmed me. I sensed a shift in the mood, but before I could read further, a small seductive smile crept up her face, as though she had shaken it off and I had imagined the utter dread from moments ago.

  “I don’t like being on the bottom. I can’t come on the bottom,” she said, pushing me to sit.

  Without warning, she lowered herself on me before the loudest moan escaped my mouth. And I was a done man.

  ***

  KENDY

  “Oh, God,” I screamed.

  He felt so good, so right as I bounced on him. My eyes closed and my head fell back in utter ecstasy. He cupped one of my breasts with one hand and took it into his mouth. The buildup in my core and the tingling in my spine intensified as I rode up and down his length.

  It was all too much to take in as I leaned back and dug my fingertips into his thighs.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said huskily, his hands pressing against my ass and moving me up and down his cock.

  I couldn’t say a thing. I was on the brink of overflowing. A few more seconds and I felt myself tipping over, a full-on orgasm rocking my entire body. I bit down on his shoulder, breaking skin as he pumped harder and faster. The contractions shook my body in the best orgasm I’d felt in ages.

  When my orgasm died down, I fell on top of him, utterly exhausted as my heart still pounded in my chest. His cock was still hard as a rock inside me as he lifted me by the waist, flipped me around, pushed me on all fours, entering me from behind.

  “Oh, God,” I screamed again, feeling his thickness fill me as a delicious heat spread throughout my body.

  “You want it hard?” He reached down and massaged my clit as he continued to pound into me.

  He pulled back and then rammed into me, making my teeth jolt and my stomach clench. He repeated the motion again and again, causing that familiar build up I had felt just moments ago to return. Panting, he moved faster, less controlled, more inconsistent, until I knew he was this close to coming.

  “Come,” he moaned against my ear, dropping to my back as he moved inside me. “Now.” It wasn’t a request as his voice came out in harsh broken puffs. “Now,” he groaned again and, just like a puppy wanting her treat, I did as I was told and came undone, both of us coming together and me screaming like I’d just won the lotto, which I had—the orgasm lotto.

  As we both descended from our high, he pulled me onto his chest, and a soft fit of laughter escaped me.

  “What?” he asked, his breathing labored as his heart raced against my cheek.

  I peered up at him. “Nothing,” I laughed again.

  His mouth twitched with amusement. Little did he know the real reason for my laughter. Why Beth ever passed this up, I’d never know.

  An emotion I couldn’t place crossed his face right before he bent down and kissed me, long and hard, leaving me breathless.

  Yes, I was convinced Beth had chosen wrong. Because good boy Brian was indeed a very, very bad boy in bed.

  ***

  BRIAN

  Her back had to be the sexiest thing. Tan, smooth, sultry. I wanted to lick every inch of it and worship her body with my mouth.

  For the past fifteen minutes, we hadn’t said a word, and just wait
ed for our breathing to relax and our pulses to return to their normal rates.

  I wanted her again. The thought seemed crazy, since we were just at it moments ago. But this woman was addictive, sexy, and seductive, and I wondered, since we’d crossed that line and I’d had a taste of her, if it would ever be enough to satisfy me.

  When she stilled, I wondered if she was asleep. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her closer, wanting her near me. Then I ducked my head into her hair, inhaling deeply and taking in her scent, her own unique scent I could probably pick out in a lineup by now.

  I moved her hair to her shoulder, exposing the smooth span of skin between her shoulder blades. I wasn’t sure if she was asleep, but it was too hard to resist as I kissed her right at the nape of her neck. She stirred as I flicked my tongue at the tender spot that had driven her wild earlier.

  I sensed her smile, even though I couldn’t see it, and my hands trailed up her thigh to her hip and onto her breasts. I rolled her nipple between my fingertips, feeling her pebble within my hold. When she moved away from me lazily, I pulled her closer, wrapped one hand around her stomach, and tugged her flush against me, basically spooning her.

  When I used my teeth to nip at her neck, I heard her groggy voice, which was sexy as ever. “Mmmm, Brian.”

  The way she said my name had me standing at attention, ready to take her again.

  She flipped over, her stark blue eyes staring up at me in the darkness of the room. A smile played on her lips. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “Kissing you,” I said as I bent down and captured her lips with mine, feeling my cock twitch at the contact.

  “No, you’re spooning me, and under the FTF guidelines, that’s against the rules.”

  “Who says?” I kissed her again.

  “The FTF handbook says.” Her eyes danced with mischief.

  When I bent down for another one, she stopped me. “And who’s the author of this handbook?” I raised an eyebrow as my hands dropped to grab her ass, the most perfect apple ass. This girl had curves in all the right places.

  “I am, of course.” She let out a carefree laugh, and it did something to my insides.

  A euphoric sensation washed over me, and I wanted to hear it again. I was addicted to her laughter.

  I pinched her sides and more giggles escaped her. “I want to know the rules, just so I don’t break them.” I kissed her again, because I wanted to, before she could tell me that the rules indicated I couldn’t.

  “I don’t know. I have to think about it. The first rule should be no spooning, and most definitely no sleepovers.” She bit her lower lip, her face contemplating. “We can’t do boyfriend and girlfriend things, so no dates.” She let out a low laugh. “Except eating. We can eat together. A girl has to eat.”

  She scooted off the bed, but I tugged her back and pulled her on top of me, kissing her lips.

  “No sweet kissing,” she murmured against my mouth as she bit on my lower lip, making my cock twitch again.

  Even though we were separated by a sheet, she had to know I was ready for her. I dropped my head to her collarbone and nipped at the tender skin with my teeth. She shifted and straddled me, only a white cotton sheet separating us.

  “What else?” I asked.

  “Hmmm, no sweet kissing . . .”

  “Yes, you said that already.” My tongue traveled up her neck to the side of her chin and to the outline of her lips. I flicked my tongue, entering her mouth and feeling her warm, slick tongue against mine.

  I pushed my hardness against her center, and she gasped.

  “How about kissing like this?” I teased and suckled her soft lips, my tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth until she had to pull back for air.

  She was breathless, her lips were swollen, and there was a look of lust in her eyes which mirrored mine. I wanted to be inside her . . . again.

  “What else?” I asked, grinding my length against her core.

  “Last rule, no talking.” She pulled my mouth back up, hers covering mine hungrily as I reached into the side drawer to grab a condom.

  “That’s my favorite rule.”

  NINE

  BRIAN

  The next morning, every part of my body ached as I thought of Kendy. As soon as she’d left last night, all I could think about was the next time we’d see each other. The deal was no commitment, no attachment, purely ‘FTFing’, as she called it. It was every guy’s deal of a lifetime, only I wasn’t too sure about this arrangement we had going. But I pushed aside my conventional thinking. This was exactly what I needed. Especially being so strung out over work.

  I’d wanted her to stay the night so we could go for another round this morning, but she’d been adamant about not falling asleep in my bed, even though we were exhausted after our night of foreplay and hardcore sex.

  I glanced at my alarm clock, noting it was close to lunchtime, so I dressed in some sweats and headed to the living room.

  Trey was at the kitchen bar, wearing a smile so wide I swear I saw his molars. “Good morning, ‘God’.”

  I shook my head at him. I guess in the heat of passion, I’d forgotten I had a roommate.

  “Isn’t that your name?” He was looking at me, all proud and shit. “Oh, God!” he moaned in a high-pitched voice as he undulated his hips.

  Ignoring him, I reached in the fridge for the milk and searched for a cup in the overhead cupboard.

  “Dude, that one was a screamer.”

  “My bad. I didn’t mean to keep you up all night.” I strolled to the kitchen island with the milk and cup. “How was your night?” I asked, moving the focus off of me.

  He raised his eyebrows, still grinning. “Well, I couldn’t sleep. I thought the apocalypse was happening with the moving walls, the pounding, and the screaming like someone was getting murdered.”

  I rolled my eyes, though I had to smile as I thought about it. He wasn’t wrong. And, damn, it had been so good. “I’ll try to keep it down next time.”

  Next time? Would there be a next time?

  I didn’t like the thought of last night being a one-time thing, so I shoved it to the back of my mind.

  He clasped my shoulder. “I’m just happy you’re getting laid, man. I was starting to wonder if you were playing for the other side.” He stood and headed toward the fridge. “Who’s this lucky chick?”

  “You remember the nurse? Yeah, her.”

  He cast me an appreciative glance. “So this is more than a one-night thing? You guys met at the bar, and you saw her at the park last week.”

  I narrowed my eyes at his nosy ass. “You stalking me now?”

  “No.” He reached for the rag hanging from the fridge and threw it at my head. “You just don’t get out much, so it’s the only place you’ve been besides work, dumbass. When you seeing her again?”

  I gulped back the rest of the milk and played with the glass in my hands. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

  He turned around. “Dude, man.” He walked toward me, carton of orange juice in hand. “You dating this girl exclusively?”

  “Me?” I asked, reeling back. “No.” I replied, remembering Stiff. “She has her sights set on some other dude.” A loser, who was too good for her, but there was nothing I could do to change her mind.

  “Whoa, man, kinky shit you got going on there.” Trey chuckled, gulping down the juice from the carton. Gross.

  “Bro,” I huffed, “ever heard of a glass? Use it. Anyways, she doesn’t like me like that. She doesn’t want anything serious.” I tried to shove out any unwelcome disappointment. I knew what I was signing up for here.

  Trey’s wheels started turning. “So she’s giving you free sex for nothing in return?”

  I sighed. I didn’t need to go into how I was supposed to play her boy toy to get Stiff jealous. He didn’t need to know about that part of our relationship. “I don’t know. All I know is she’s not looking for commitment. Not from me anyway.” It was the truth.<
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  He squinted and let out a low laugh before he punched me in the shoulder. “Man, that lady just made you a deal of a lifetime.”

  “Yeah,” I answered. So why the hell was I so down about it?

  ***

  KENDY

  After Brian and my sexcapades last night, my whole body ached, but in a way that could only be cured by him. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I’d see him soon. I needed to get my Brian fix.

  I rubbed my index finger against my bottom lip as my mind flickered to memories of last night. This slow growing addiction was a little frightening, but it was nothing I couldn’t control. We were both in this relationship for the same thing—fun.

  I squinted at my phone ringing beside me on my side table and turned onto my stomach to reach for it. The clock read twelve-thirty in the afternoon. And right on cue, my stomach grumbled, clueing me in to feed it.

  On the third ring, I picked up the phone, my face already lighting up when I saw my mama’s face on my screen. “Mama!” I yelled. “Mama, Mama, Mama.” I paused and uttered again, “Mama, Mama, Mama.”

  I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm, erasing any remnants of left over makeup. Now wide-awake, I smiled as her laughter echoed over the phone. I repeated her name over and over again, like I was six years old.

  “Stop it, Kendy,” she said, but her laughter continued, warming me like a down jacket in below zero winter cold.

  “I miss you,” I finally let out as I took in the picture of us together on my nightstand. I was in my cap and gown, and had just graduated nursing school. What I’d give to wrap my arms around my mama and pinch her side pudge, because I knew she hated that.

  “I miss you, too.” The sadness in her tone matched mine, causing a lump to form in my throat.

  I was supposed to move her out of Bowlesville. I had worked hard during college to become a nurse, and I had promised her I’d get us out of that god-awful town. Then, we could finally start our lives somewhere new, and she’d forget about my father and the heartache he’d caused.

  Who knew she’d fall in love with Hank, her boss, the guy who owned the diner she worked in?