by Billie Dale
“Fuuuck, Kohl. More I need more,” she hisses. Her fingers clenching my hair, shoving my head where she needs it. Knowing she trusts me enough to let herself go and take what she needs has my heart exploding with joy.
I’m ready to explode from her body’s response. I’ve waited so long to have it spread before me. My fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing. Her body is wound tight, tense with wanting. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I slip a finger inside, her pussy sucking me in deeper. I have wanted this body for months. Her breast taunting me, now I have unlimited access I don’t intend on letting go. They are soft and pliant in my hand with her hard nipple rubbing my palm.
“Ah, yes, God yes,” she breaths, pushing down forcing my finger deeper. Adding a second finger her tight channel clamps with each plunge inside.
My tongue working her clit, my fingers furiously pumping in and out, her head thrashing, she fucks herself on my hand. Her moans and cries of pleasure fill the room.
She’s enthralling unleashed. Her body glows, her need removes her insecurities, her body chases her orgasm.
Using the tip of one finger I curl up finding the soft spot inside while my teeth nip her clit, “Oh God, oh God, yes, yes,” she screams, detonating, soaking my hand with her pleasure.
Grabbing my pants from the floor, I sheath myself. The mere touch to my dick has me teetering on the edge. She’s still laid out before me, a glorious buffet of skin. Her chest rising in rapid breaths, her breast moving with each intake of air.
Her eyes peruse down my body, growing wider when they reach my dick. Her heated stare making him impossibly harder. Slowing her gaze moves back up to mine, making sure I have her eyes, I lick her off my fingers. Her taste is exquisite, addicting. I could have her every day and never get enough.
Positioning myself between her legs, her hips come up to meet mine. Seeking, searching, needing. Holding myself, I run along her slit, coating myself, reveling in her wet heat. I line up at her entrance preparing to slowly enter, to savor every inch I push inside.
She has different plans. Forcing her hips down she takes me all the way inside. Her eyes roll back in her head once I’m seated deep.
“Ah, fuck. Don’t move, Ten. You’re so tight. This will be over now if you move,” I plead. Her heat, her grip, my need is too much.
She stills. I start running stats, thinking of grandma, anything that will pull my body back from the brink of the explosion it desperately wants.
As soon as I have my body back under control, I move slowly in and out of her body. Gripping her thigh, raising it, I angle in deep hitting her end. Her pussy clamping, sucking me in deeper. The exquisite feeling is too much. Growling, I lean down, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. Pounding my hips against her. Feeling her nipples rub against my chest. My body is in sensation overload. The anticipation of this moment, the actions that led us here, the actual feel of her against me, her pleas and screams, it’s all too much. I have never felt something so intense and right.
She breaks the kiss, her nails digging into my ass, “Yes, yes, yes, Kohl.” she moans over and over.
Her walls clamp seconds before her juices stream over my dick. The tight vice and my name on her lips is my end, one last thrust and I empty months of pent up need while her pussy sucks me dry.
I collapse on her body, breathing in her sweet scent through my pants of air. I’m boneless, spent, sated.
She wiggles under me making my dick poke his head up in attention, “I can’t breathe, Kohl,” she giggles.
Throwing my weight off to the side, “Sorry.” Propping my head on my hand, I run the tips of my fingers along her flushed skin, kissing her temple.
I begin to worry at her silence. “You okay, Tennie Girl,” I whisper in her ear. Goosebumps form along her flesh.
“T-t-that was–” she starts, covering her breast with her arm.
“There’s not a good word to describe it, baby,” I finish. “Don’t cover yourself. I’ve waited forever to see all of you. Don’t hide it from me now,” I confess moving her hand, continuing my perusal of her pliant body with my fingertips. Focusing on her tits, circling around and around.
“You’ve waited months?” she questions watching my finger move over her body, “You’ve wanted me for that long?”
“I’ve wanted you since the first day you walked into class. You were so sweet and sexy. Your hair pulled up in that messy knot thing you do, your wonderfully fitted yoga pants encasing that great ass, your sweatshirt hiding those magnificent tits, pushing your glasses up on your nose as your cocoa eyes searched for a seat,” I muse, seeing her as she was that day clearly in my mind.
“My dick has been aching for you since the first look, but it was more than a physical want. My soul ached for you,” I confess willing her to see the honesty in my eyes.
“You remember what I was wearing?” she asks, her eyes brimming with tears.
“I remember everything about you. Every second. Every touch. Every look. Your voice was my favorite sound. I couldn’t wait to get to class just to see you, hear you. After everything happened, I’ve been waiting. Waiting for you to be ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready to make you mine. Ready to claim you. Right here, right now, your mine. Happy New Year, my Tennie Girl,” I proclaim. Once again sliding into her heat. Feeling her skin on mine, I’ve found my home.
Chapter Twenty-One
I have changed my mind. Chocolate AND good sex make the world a bearable place.
—Tensanne after sex with Kohl
Tensanne
WE SPENT THE rest of the night in a blissful euphoria. Take away all the early drama and I couldn’t have dreamt of a better first night with Kohl. I haven’t forgotten the violence Chase inflicted but I know Kohl will never let anything happen again. I’m glad he was there to stop it before it went any further and I’m glad I didn’t let it completely ruin our time together.
Chase has stayed away from me, only crossing paths with Kohl during practice and games. He apologized profusely to Kohl for the first few days, making excuse after excuse for his behavior, begging for Kohl to relay his remorse to me. I think his guilt had very little to do with me and more to do with the talk Ronnie’s dad had with him before he kicked him off the property. I’m not sure what exactly was said but I know there was a threat of harm that not even Chase’s dad could get him out of.
I could have gone to the police; I could have gone to the Dean but Mayor Leeland assured me he would handle it and I didn’t want to be known as the girl that ruined The Berries basketball season. I trust he has been handled in a sufficient way. Mayor Leeland can be a scary guy when he wants to be and you don’t hurt someone he cares about. Now, whenever Chase sees me his eyes widen and he quickly turns the opposite direction. He is not in any of my classes and though Kohl still plays ball with him, he is not a thorn in my side any longer.
Kohl is mine and I’m his. He makes sure I don’t forget with each kiss, each touch, each thrust and there have been a lot of thrusts. I don’t think I have been able to walk straight for the few weeks we have been together. The constant ache between my thighs always makes me smile because I know it’s where he’s been.
He insists I wear my glasses, he huffs when I wear makeup, he pushes food at me all the time bitching my curves are getting less curvy with every workout. He loves that I’m getting healthy by working out but he doesn’t like my shrinking size. Especially the shrinking size of my breasts; he sobs with every inch they shrink. When we’re together he pays ample attention to my chest. Whether we are watching a movie or studying, if we are not in public, he makes sure my boobs never feel lonely.
I’m content with being me. I don’t hate the woman in the mirror. I’m not sure I ever did. I needed to see past the reflection. I needed to see the whole picture. Kohl likes me the way I am. He saw me when I was invisible. He has helped me see there are so many more layers than what the cover on the outside shows. He’s not the reason for my transformati
on but he helped heal the damage years of teasing has done.
I love him.
I want to tell him. I fight the words falling out of my mouth every time his arms wrap around me, every time he pulls me close, every time I breathe when he’s around.
Tell him, tell him, tell him, screams in my mind while I watch the trees pass on our way to
Banker’s Life Field House for Kohl’s date with the Pacers. His excitement is palpable; I can feel it radiating from his jittery body, his thumbs tapping a rapid rhythm on the steering wheel and his knee bouncing up and down.
We haven’t spent a night apart since January, with the exception of his away games. I either sneak my way into his dorm or he sneaks his way into mine. Last night he was like a kid the night before Christmas, his legs restless, his body tossing and turning. His nervous energy filling the room to the point that Ronnie threatened to make him sleep in the hall.
I did my best to relax him with a secret hand-job under the covers after Ronnie fell asleep but all it accomplished was a goofy grin on his face and an ache between my thighs. An ache he wanted to cure, but I needed sleep. After scratching my nails along his scalp and rubbing his back for hours he drifted off, tossing and turning deep into the night.
I can’t help clenching my thighs together thinking of his hard steel erection exploding his seed across my hand while he hid his moan in the pillow. Knowing I had that power over him. This hot man, who could have anyone, is next to me. Being pleased by my hand.
Many nights have been spent learning Kohl’s body and learning what gets me from point A to point ecstasy with a quickness. Having a roommate makes orgasms a hot commodity. Men are so lucky, their equipment is on the outside and accessible for quick anywhere, anytime pleasure. Women need a place to lose their pants and spread their legs, so unfair.
Sometimes we have hours, sometimes we have minutes. We’ve gotten quite creative in our attempts to find sexy time alone with each other.
“What are you thinking about over there, Tennie Girl?”
“The past few weeks. How everything is so good,” I replied feeling my cheeks warm.
“That’s not all your thinking. You’re rubbing your thighs together and breathing heavy. Your skin is the pink color I love so much. Tell me what’s going on in your pretty head.”
“You. I’m thinking about you,” I respond softly.
Reaching over the shifter in Ronnie’s Tesla, we borrowed for the trip, he moves his hand slowly up my thigh, lifting my dress as he goes. Yes, I’m wearing a dress. I still love my yoga pants but I have extended my wardrobe to include some other things. Kohl loves my legs; he can’t keep his hands off me when my legs are exposed so I made sure I had a few cute dresses to wear when we go out together but always with my Chuck’s on my feet.
His fingertips burn a path along my heated flesh leaving goose bumps, “Are you thinking about how my tongue feels while it flicks your clit? How my fingers feel buried deep inside that amazing pussy?” he asks teasing his finger along the edge of my panties.
Throwing my head back against the headrest, I protest but his dirty mouth is a weakness, “Kohl, you’re driving,” I whimper.
“You love my dirty mouth, don’t you?” he asks glancing at me and back to the road. “Spread them sexy thighs for me,” he commands leaning forward toward the steering wheel, never taking his eyes off the road.
His dirty mouth and wicked fingers have me angling my body toward him, spreading my legs wide. My breath baited waiting for more of his touch. I’ve discovered that Kohl’s domineering commands take me from dry to soaked in the blink of an eye. He has proved, more than once, sex is amazing and my earlier analysis was wrong. He’s made it his mission to show me all the ways he can please me and he’s right, sex is a great stress reliever when done with the right person.
Rubbing his finger over my panty covered pussy, I feel the wetness pooling. I smell my arousal filling the car.
“Hold your panties to the side,” he rasps.
Grabbing my boy shorts, I slide them to the side giving him full access to me. He plays my body like an instrument, knowing exactly what I need and how to draw out my pleasure. Bending his wrist, he slips two fingers inside, as far as he can reach, curling them up with each plunge. Bringing them back out he puts them to his lips and sucks my essence off before plunging them back inside me. I love when he does this, it’s one of the most erotic actions I have ever witnessed.
“Play with your luscious tits. Tease your nipples, like I would,” he orders.
Reaching with my other hand I grasp my breast, kneading, massaging, pinching my pebbled nipples through the material of my dress and bra. Feeding the fire that’s building in my body. I’m so close, the flames of my orgasm are right there but I need more. More he can’t give driving 70 miles per hour down the interstate.
If you had told me a few months ago that I would be comfortable enough to play with myself in front of someone I would have laughed in your face. If you had told me it would be in front of the magnificence that is Kohl Black I would have said you needed to be placed in the looney bin. Sitting here next to him, following his commands, seeing how much he wants me, knowing his lust filled eyes and straining erection are all for me is empowering. All my insecurities fly away when I’m with him, he makes me feel beautiful.
Taking my hand from my breast I move it between my legs. Rubbing my clit, quickening my way over the orgasmic cliff I’m hanging on while he continues to push in and out with his fingers.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot. God, I’m so hard for you right now, Tensanne,” Kohl groans from the driver’s seat. Torn between watching the road and watching our hands work me. “Yeah, that’s it, work that clit, Baby. Come for me.”
His words are all I need to send me tumbling off the cliff into orgasmic fun town. My come floods his fingers drawing a scream from my lips.
Growling, he removes his hand, flexes his fingers, rolling his wrist, bringing his hand to his lips he licks them clean. Purring his approval as he savors my taste. I orgasm again at the erotic sight of him taking his pleasure from something so dirty.
Fixing my underwear and straightening my dress, I groan. Sucking my bottom lip, I see the bulging erection pressing against his zipper, my mouth waters for a taste.
“Don’t even think about,” he says with a chuckle.
“Think about what?” I ask, batting my eyes.
“I know that look,” he replies nodding to me. “It says I’m a steak and you’re a starving woman. As much as I love the feeling of your plump pink lips wrapped tightly around my cock, we are at our exit,” he groans, his voice laced with want.
Shit, I love his dirty mouth.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Blow me, I am hot.”
—coffee mug
Tensanne
AFTER PARKING IN the nearest parking garage, we make the short walk into the stadium. Workers are bustling around, getting everything ready for the game that begins in a few hours.
“Where do we go?” I ask, picking at my fingernails.
Seeing a worker dressed in a suit coat, we approach. “Excuse me,” Kohl says.
“Yes, may I help you?” the man asks.
“I’m supposed to warm up with the team today and I’m wondering if you could direct us where we need to be?”
“Mr. Kohl Black?”
“Yes, that’s me,” Kohl boasts.
The worker’s cold frown breaks into a grin. “Welcome, welcome,” he cheers. “Please, come this way,” he instructs, leading us around the enormous hallways.
“Mr. Black, I will show you to the locker room and Miss, I will show you to your seat. Mr. Curry is already on the court warming up.”
Kohl’s eyes are as large as saucers, “Steph Curry is already out there?” he asks his voice cracking.
“Yes. This is a rare opportunity, Mr. Black. Usually, the only people we allow down on the court are Make-A-Wish or contest winners. You must be pretty important, or know som
eone pretty important,” the worker tells us ushering us along.
Kohl’s eyes cloud in confusion.
I’m as confused as Kohl. Archer never said this was a big deal or a special request. How well does his dad know the contact within the organization? I owe Archer big time for this one. Seeing the excitement in my man warms everything inside me, knowing I made him this joyful makes me the happiest woman on the planet. Plus, I’m vying for the best girlfriend award with this gift.
“Here is where you can get changed, Mr. Black,” the man instructs pointing Kohl toward the locker room.
Giving me a quick kiss on the lips, “I’ll see you soon, Ten,” he calls jogging through the door. I can’t help but laugh at the child-like enthusiasm that’s on Kohl’s face. This is his dream come true and I’m elated that I could provide it for him.
“Now, Miss . . . ,” the man waits.
“Craig. My name is Tensanne Craig,” I finish.
“Miss Craig, let’s get you situated courtside,” he nods leading me into the stadium.
The floor looks so much smaller in real life than it does on the television. Not that I have a ton of experience, a few times I have glanced up from the book I’m reading while Kohl watches a game. Music rumbles through the arena, bright lights flash on the Jumbotron over the court and people bustle everywhere getting everything set up.
One player stands in the middle of the court, sinking basket after basket from unbelievable lengths. It’s impressive.
The man leads me to a set of padded folding chairs, lined next to seats the players sit in.
“One of the best seats in the house,” the man smiles, “Mr. Black will join you once warm-ups have finished.”
“Thank you,” I call as he hurries away.
Settling in, I grab a paperback out of my purse and set to reading. I don’t even notice when Kohl comes on to the court. Basketball is not my thing. I love that my man is an amazing athlete and everyone on campus adores him for it but I’m not going to pretend to like something because he does. I’ll support him and cheer for him, comfort him after he has a shitty game and celebrate with him when he breaks his own records but I will not be fake. We promised to always stay honest with each other and I think he secretly likes that I’m not drawn in by his star status.
