First Thing I See

by Keeland, Vi

  We spent the next hour talking about New York City. It was clear that Kennedy was close with his brother and they made me feel welcome and comfortable. As we were saying our goodbyes, Lauren hugged me while Franklin and Kennedy were talking and confided in me quietly. “We have never met anyone that Kennedy has dated. It was really great to meet you. I know we don’t know each other well, but I can see the way that he looks at you that he’s crazy about you. Kennedy is difficult to break through to and will sometimes fight to keep you out. But the man that is on the other side, is a man worth fighting for, Hope.”

  ***

  The drive back to Kennedy’s was short and we both laughed as he told stories about Emily. He clearly adored his niece, and that made my heart swell a little more. The evening had been perfect and I knew it was a big deal for Kennedy to take me to meet his family. He was letting me in and I wanted to be there.

  As we entered his apartment, his cell phone rang. He pulled it out and growled. “I’m sorry, I have to take this. It’s business.” Kennedy barked on the phone and I could tell that something was wrong. He listened and asked questions for ten minutes and then gave orders and hung up the phone without saying goodbye. He was tense and it radiated from his face. I wasn’t sure how he would react to my reaching out, but I needed to help sooth him.

  He stood against the kitchen counter, his legs spread and arms crossed. I reached up and softly kissed his lips, surprising him by reaching down and cupping him in my hand. I freed the button of his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He stared down at me and held my eyes. I reached inside and wrapped my hand around him. He was instantly hard. His body’s quick response aroused me and made me bold. I wasn’t a stranger to taking a man on my knees, but it had never been something that aroused me, I did it for them. But with Kennedy, feeling control of his body aroused me and I couldn’t wait to take him in my mouth.

  I rubbed up and down the length of his hard cock and when his eyes closed, I sank to my knees. The floor was cold and hard, but it didn’t cool my arousal. I gently licked the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the width of the head until I heard him exhale harshly. I fluttered my tongue up and down his long length until I heard his breathing speed up. Another minute of teasing and then I held the base of his cock in my fist and took him deep in one long downward motion. Adding suction I felt him grow thicker in my mouth. His hands wrapped around the granite countertop edge with white knuckle strength. He reached down and wrapped his hands in my hair, desperate to take over the rhythm.

  “Fuck Hope, Fuck.” His hips began to gently thrust as I bobbed up and down. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and I swallowed, taking him down deeper. He groaned, a deep sound of pleasure and agony. I loved that sound and that he was losing control at my touch.

  His thrusts became stronger and his hands wound tightly in my hair stilling my head. He was taking over. I wanted to give him what he needed, to remove his stress. I took his long hard strokes until the root of his cock touched my lips. I cupped his balls in my hand, gently squeezing, feeling them tighten with my touch. “Hope, I’m going to cum.” I felt his hands loosen his grip in my hair and he was drawing back to allow me to release him. His thrusts slowed. I wanted to finish him in my mouth. I reached up and grabbed his tense thighs with both hands, and bobbed my head taking over where his thrust left off. He groaned loud, a sound that came from deep within.

  I felt his hot cum fill the back of my throat and I struggled to swallow it all. Three large bursts set my throat on fire, yet I continued to pump my fist at the base of his cock, drinking every last drop. His body shook and he mumbled something incoherently but I wasn’t sure it was even words. He was still hard as I released him, which amazed me after such a fiery orgasm.

  He pulled me to my feet and held me to his chest. His arms wrapped tightly and I rested my head to the side, my ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Kennedy had given me what I needed tonight at dinner. I knew he cared about me and it was more than just great sex. I was happy to be able to give him what he needed to help him relax with me.

  We made love twice more that night, and it was the first time that our encounter had felt more like making love and less like sex. The passion and need was still there, but there was something more.

  Chapter 10

  The next morning dawned and I awoke with mixed feelings. I was snuggled on Kennedy’s chest and his arms were still wrapped around me. It felt so good and so right, but the reality of my flight in a couple of hours left me apprehensive. “I’ll come to New York next weekend.” His voice broke into my thoughts and I wasn’t sure if Kennedy sensed my insecurity or if he was feeling his own.

  I looked up at him and smiled. We seemed to be doing a good job at taking care of each other’s needs now. “That would be great. Would you stay with me? My apartment is smaller than your bathroom but I’d rather be there than at my work.”

  “Whatever you want Hope.” He kissed the top of my head gently and we laid there quietly for a few more minutes.

  “I need to make a few quick business calls, but then I’d like to show you the city before your flight.”

  I nuzzled tighter not really wanting to do anything that didn’t entail Kennedy not holding me tight, but I knew my thoughts were irrational. “Okay.”

  I took a shower and Kennedy went to his office to make his calls. I didn’t know that he had called his assistant and had her purchase a ticket for the seat next to me on my return flight so that it would remain empty, instead of being filled by the handsome man that sat next to me on my inbound flight.

  Chapter 11

  Kennedy didn’t want to let Hope go home. He wanted to keep her in Chicago and send a moving company to collect her things in New York and never let her out of his sight again. But he knew his thoughts were irrational. How could he want to be with a woman all the time when he had known her less than a month? He had never even let women sleep over in his apartment, now he was dreaming of moving Hope in. He threw himself into his work, attempting to keep himself so busy that he wouldn’t have time to think about all the men staring at his woman a thousand miles away. It didn’t work, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

  They talked on the phone every day, but it wasn’t enough. He knew that Hope was meeting Shauna for drinks after work Thursday evening and the thought of men lining up to buy them drinks and try to put their hands on Hope was too much to bare. He was the boss, he didn’t have to wait till Friday to leave for New York, he could come and go as his wanted. So he packed his bags and headed for the airport late Thursday. He didn’t tell Hope.

  Kennedy arrived at 10:30 and knew Hope was still out with Shauna because she was going to call when she got home. Charles picked him up and drove him to Salt, where he knew they were planning on going. As he pulled up, he saw Shauna exit the club arm in arm with a man. His heart raced and he dreaded watching the door to see who would come out next. Would Hope be on another man’s arm? The door opened and Hope walked out alone, but a man followed a short distance behind her. He watched as Shauna and Hope spoke and hugged and the two men exchanged fist bumps. Then Shauna walked back to the man and took his hands and began walking in one direction and Hope took two steps in the other. The man that had been following Hope stood in her way and she attempted to walk around him. He put his arm out grabbing her by the waist and she pushed against him hard in an attempt to get away.

  Kennedy bounded out of the car and took two long strides and reached for the man’s throat. The asshole released Hope and started choking. Hope turned. “Kennedy!”

  “Hope, get in the car!” Kennedy’s grip tightened and the man’s face began to turn red.

  “Oh my god, Kennedy, please let him go, he didn’t hurt me.” Kennedy’s face was stone and I wasn’t sure he heard me, even though I stood right next to him.

  “Get in the fucking car.” A command, not a request.

  I did as I was told and watched as Kennedy released the man who fell b
ackwards on the sidewalk clutching at his neck. Kennedy said something to the man and then got in the back of the limousine.

  “What are you doing here?” I was confused at the sudden turn of events.

  “I came to surprise you. What the fuck were you doing?” Steel faced he looked at me for an answer.

  “I….I…Shauna hooked up with that guy’s friend and I told him I wasn’t interested. He left me alone at first. But I think he had too much to drink and it made him more persistent. I told Shauna I wanted to leave and the next thing I knew he was in front of me on the street.” Tears welled in my eyes as the realization of what had happened struck me. Would things have gotten even more out of hand if Kennedy had not been there? I felt the tears spill over and sting my cheeks as I began to shake in the aftermath of it all.

  Kennedy grabbed me and pulled me close, holding me tight. I buried my face in his chest and sobbed. My eyes streamed tears that blurred my vision. I heard a deep exhale and then “It’s okay beautiful, I’m never going to let anything happened to you again.”

  I was still shaken when we arrived at my apartment. Kennedy held me close that night in my bed. It was the first time we had spent the night without having sex. He made me feel safe.

  ***

  Kennedy insisted on walking me to work the next morning. We strolled hand in hand and I watched the women on the street turn their heads as Kennedy walked by. Wherever he went, women’s eyes followed. The attention he received would normally make me uncomfortable, but he seemed oblivious to it all and only gave his attention to me. As we arrived outside of The Monet, I sensed his concern from last night.

  “Are you going to be okay today Hope?”

  “Yes, I’m good. But what will you do all day while I’m at work?” I maneuvered my apartment keys off my key ring and placed them in his hand.

  “I brought my laptop and have some calls to make. I also need to go shopping.” He smiled, a suspicious smile.

  “Shop? You shop? That’s my second favorite pastime…can’t you wait till tomorrow to go shopping so I can go with you?” I smiled and knew he caught my innuendo.

  “Second favorite?” One eyebrow arched and a slight crooked smile.

  I pressed my lips to his firmly in a kiss and stood on my toes to come close to his ear. “Well it used to be my first favorite, but having you inside me has toppled shopping from its perch on top of my favorites list.”

  He groaned. “Fuck. You can’t mention me being inside you and leave me all day. I’m getting a hard on standing here.”

  I smiled and pressed my lips to his one more time and left him standing there watching my ass sway as I walked through the door to work.

  ***

  The second floor of The Monet held all of the banquet halls and some offices. There was a staircase from the grand main lobby that led to the main ballroom and my office was off to the right. Outside of my office I could see down into the lobby and I often stopped to watch the people coming and going from the lobby. Many people were dressed up and it wasn’t uncommon to see a bride or men in tuxedos. Tonight I stepped out of my office door and looked down at the lobby and saw Kennedy waiting for me. As I reached the top of the stairs, our eyes locked. His eyes didn’t leave me the entire walk down. I didn’t need foreplay with this man, I was aroused at just the way he looked at me with his hungry eyes. The man was sex on a stick.

  As I reached the main floor, I saw the hotel manager, George, approach Kennedy, completely obvious to our interlude. “Mr. Jenner, I didn’t see your name on our VIP list, will you be joining us this evening.” George was a nice man and ran a great hotel, but he wasn’t the greatest at assessing body language.

  “No George, I came to pick up my girlfriend.” Kennedy smirked and continued to stare at me as he spoke, but George still didn’t get it.

  George turned to me and politely asked “Hope, will you please ring Mr. Jenner’s girlfriend’s room?”

  I smiled at George and turned my head to Kennedy. “Sure. Mr. Jenner, anything I can do to assist you is my pleasure.”

  Kennedy arched his eyebrow, a wicked smile. “Anything?”

  “You bet your ass Mr. Jenner.” I smiled back.

  I saw George’s head snap to my attention at my response. But Kennedy had already grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him planting his lips on mine. George was still standing in the same spot with his mouth hanging open when I turned back to say goodnight.

  When we reached the street, Kennedy turned to me. “So, if I wasn’t here, what would you be doing tonight?”

  “Well, I guess I’d go the gym for an hour, then go home and watch a scary movie with a big bowl of popcorn and then try to fall asleep but I’d be so afraid of every little noise I heard that it would take me two hours.”

  He looked at me to assess if I was serious then “Ok, that sounds good to me. Let’s go grab a change of clothes. Will your gym give me a guest pass?”

  I nodded and smiled and off we went.

  ***

  I dressed in my nicest gym clothes. I had bought the outfit as part of “Operation New Hope” but never actually wore it. The top was black and pink lycra and was really only half a top. The bottom was solid black lycra and I knew that it showed off my curves.

  I changed into my sexy gym outfit and pulled my hair back into a pony tail. Kennedy was waiting for me outside of the locker room. He was wearing a pair of black sweat shorts that hung low on his waste and a t-shirt that was tight across his wide frame. The sleeves were snug on his ample arms and I was pretty sure I was going to have him wear that outfit when we were in private.

  He stood there staring at me and I could see his jaw working to control his temper. I stopped in front of him and he took one step forward, into my personal space. “Do you wear that to the gym all the time?”

  I was secretly pleased with his jealousy. “No, I have lots of different outfits.”

  He put his hand on the small of my back which was exposed and led me into the gym. “Let’s get this over with before I get myself arrested.”

  I went to the treadmill and Kennedy went to the weights. I watched him workout and move from one piece of equipment to another. He knew his way around the equipment and I could see that he had a routine he worked. I pretended I didn’t notice most times, but I know he turned to check on me in between each set of reps.

  As I was finishing up my run and began walking a cool down, I noticed one of the woman trainers I’d seen approach him. She asked him if he was new to the gym as he exercised and he was polite but far from engaging. He didn’t stop his exercise to participate in the conversation. The woman was not deterred, she continued to stand next to him and pretend to be interested in his exercise. But I could see from the way she looked at him that she wasn’t interested in him as a client.

  I could have walked over to him and saved him, but I was enjoying watching him try to politely rebuff her. Instead, I walked over to the water fountain in front of the equipment where Kennedy was exercising and did an exaggerated bend down to the fountain while I took a very long drink with my ass aimed right in his face.

  I turned and saw him staring at me, a slight smirk evident on his face. He shook his head at me and I raised an eyebrow in response. The woman was still talking to him and didn’t even notice he wasn’t paying attention. Time for the big guns. I walked over to one of the bulking male trainers and asked about the times of the yoga classes for the night. Before he could respond, Kennedy had left the woman in the middle of her sentence and he grabbed hold of my elbow redirecting me toward the locker room.

  I looked up at him with exaggerated big surprised eyes. “Oh, did you finish your conversation with your new friend already honey?”

  Kennedy put his mouth next to my ear and whispered as we walked. “Very cute, but now I’m horny and jealous and I’m not so sure you will like the combination when we get home.” As we reached the locker rooms, he smacked me on the ass hard. “Go change.”

  Outside the gym, K
ennedy grabbed my hand and began walking so fast towards my apartment that I could barely keep up. “Are we late for something or are you just trying to use the walk home as some last minute exercise?” I wasn’t sure it was smart to poke a bear that was hungry with a sarcasm stick, but I did it anyway.

  He stopped abruptly and pulled me close to him. “When we get home I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk back to the gym to see that steroid freak for a week.”

  His harsh words and jealousy were a complete turn on. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I stopped and he tugged at me to hurry up. I looked at him shyly, “Umm, maybe we should walk around the block a few more times to properly cool down.”

  One step toward me and then I was up and tossed over his shoulder. He raced up the stairs. I laughed and hit his back with my flailing arms, but it didn’t lessen his speed. He put me down just inside the doorway and closed the door. He turned me to face the door. “Hands on the door Hope.” I did as I was commanded.

  I placed both hands of the door and turned to look back at him. “Don’t turn around.” I felt his lips on the back of my neck as he began his way down my shoulder and back. He bit down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. I gasped.

  His hands pulled down my jeans and panties in one swift motion. “I’m going to finger fuck you, but your punishment is that you are not allowed to move. Every time you move, your ass gets another smack. Do you understand me, Hope?”

  I nodded, unable to speak. I was so completely turned on, I thought I might come before he even entered me. “Bend over for me Hope, keep your hands on the door and don’t let go.”

  I did as I was told. His long fingers circled my clit and I was unaware that I had even began to move to the rhythm he created until I felt the sting on my ass as his hand collided with my right cheek. I froze and then he continued. He put two strong fingers on my clit and added pressure to his circles. I moaned but stood perfectly still as he continued with his slow rhythmic torture. When I was on the edge, he slid two fingers inside me and pumped twice forcefully. Again, my body reacted to his touch and I wasn’t even aware that I was moving until I felt the sting of his hand on my ass.