by Marie Cole
"The sex isn't good because it's sex. There is more there. The feelings add to the experience."
I almost laughed. He'd had sex with two women in his life, who was he to counsel me about why the sex felt so great. "I didn't know you were a sex expert, Kenny."
He didn't think I was funny at all. He moved like a viper, quickly pressing his lips to mine. His left hand snaked under my shirt, his hand warm against my side. His kiss was fucking hot and delicious and I heard someone whimper. Vaguely, I was aware that it was me.
He broke the kiss and studied my face, "Tell me you didn't feel that." I was mesmerized by his lips, slightly swollen and wet from our kiss, "Tell me you didn't feel that excitement because it was me, and not just someone else." And then he did it again, he kissed me silly as I clung to the dresser behind me for dear life.
He pulled back again, "Tell me, Elly. Tell me you don't want it." His arm slid around my back and pulled me to his body.
"I want your sex attention, yes. But I don't want to be your girlfriend." I didn't expect to see the pain so dramatically on his face, but there it was. And then it was gone, covered. He released me and went to pick up the rest of his discarded clothes.
I felt my knees quaking and I wasn't sure if it was from the kissing or the fear that this might be the last time I saw him.
As he dressed he spoke, "I gotta go, Elly." As soon as his clothes were on, he was gone.
Chapter Seventy-Eight
A week had gone by and I hadn't heard anything from Kent. I worked double shifts to keep myself from going to him but I'd worked so much that the boss gave me a couple of days off and refused me when I'd tried to come in.
Christmas was next week so I went shopping to try to fill the void, but everywhere I went I saw Kent, or I saw something I wanted to gift to Kent. Or I saw a couple, holding hands, smiling at each other like they were in love. Which was stupid because a month or a year from now that man was going to cheat on that woman and she would be shopping alone, just like me.
I was standing at the grocery store, staring at the strawberries which, thanks to globalization and world trading, were available in the middle of winter. He was probably regretting his hasty decision by now. He was probably having hot sex dreams about me just like I was. And it was probably killing him but he probably wanted to pout and try to save face. I was going to go over there and find out. I had nothing better to do and it was killing me not to know.
I knocked on his door an hour later with a bag full of stuff. He opened it, and while he was checking me out I stepped in, I didn't want to give him the chance to refuse me entry. It was much easier to bully your way into things where he was concerned. He didn't object so I kept walking to his kitchen, "I've got lots of goodies for us tonight!" I tried to sound cheery so maybe I could trick him.
I felt his presence behind me as I set the bag on his small counter and started to pull things out, "Strawberries and whipped cream. Mountain Dew and Diet Mountain Dew. Twizzlers. Ho-hos. And some bacon for the morning. And, of course, a Redbox movie so we have something to watch." I crumpled up the plastic bag and set it next to the stuff. I went to him and put my arms around his neck, he seemed a little put off but he wrapped his arms around me just the same. "What do you want to do first?"
"Umm... Twizzlers and Redbox."
I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his, trying to slowly melt his resolve and soften him up to the idea of me being in his space. I felt him start to harden before he pulled back. "Elly," he whispered.
I could see the restraint in his face, his body wanted me but his mind was fighting back hard. I pulled him close and kissed his neck softly. "I've missed you." I felt him shiver against my body and felt his dick harden some more against my belly.
"I wanted to hear you say that," he whispered.
My lips met his ear as I whispered softly, "That I missed you inside of me?" My hand slipped between us, grasping him in my hand. I heard the catch in his breath a moment before I felt his fingers close around my wrist. I wasn't about to let him think himself out of what I wanted to do. My body wanted his as much as his wanted mine. "Is that what you wanted to hear me say?" I grazed my teeth slowly down the side of his neck.
"I--," his breath stuttered.
"You?" I squeezed him through his jeans gently.
"I... Want more..." he forced it from between his lips.
"More what?" I moved my hands to the front of his jeans, slowly undoing them, hoping he wasn't going to reject me. He reached behind and put both hands on the counter, surrendering to me. I looked up into his dark eyes, a little smile on my lips. "You don't have to talk, it's fine. I'll talk for you." My fingers slid to his hips and pushed his jeans down slowly. "Elly, I want more of our bodies... Together. I want whatever you want because we're best friends," as I spoke I moved down his body, the last word whispered on the front of his tented boxers, "forever." His eyes were trained on me, watching as I came back up, grabbing his dick and pulling it slowly from his clothes. "Even if I don't want to be your girlfriend...?" I rubbed my thumb over the tip, "Yes, Elly. I want you however you'll let me have you." His eyes closed. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement, finally."
I moved away from him and washed the strawberries in the sink. I saw him from the corner of my eye stuffing himself back into his boxers after rubbing his face with his hands.
I grabbed the whipped cream and berries and moved towards the bedroom, "Coming?" I heard his footsteps as he followed me after a moment's pause. The plan was working. He was totally going to own my body tonight. I felt the tightness in my belly as I freed my hands and then stripped down to my panties and bra.
"So beautiful," I heard him hoarsely whisper from the doorway.
I looked at him over my shoulder, "If only you'd said that to me when I was fifteen." I laid down in the middle of his bed and waited for him to join me.
"I did," He wasted no time getting into the bed beside me, his pants loose, his shirt half unbuttoned.
"I only remember feeling like you were just being nice." I grabbed the whipped cream and shook it as I turned towards him, my free hand roaming over the warm hardness of his exposed chest. I loved how there was only a sprinkling of hair.
"No, not just nice."
"I know that now. You just wanted to use me to experiment with." I popped the cap off the bottle.
"It wasn't just experimenting, unlike you. What are you doing?"
"I'm having fun with my friend." I held the can upside down and pushed the side of the nozzle. A cold stream of cream sprayed onto his chest.
His inhaled sharply, his hands gripping the covers, "Cold!"
I grinned, "I'll make it better," I licked it off his chest slowly, kissing his skin as I went.
When I sat up he was chuckling at me and wiped at his nose, "You've got a little..."
I felt my cheeks flame as I wiped off the whipped cream, so much for being sexy. "You want a turn?"
I held out the can and he took it. He turned it sideways and sprayed my chest at the bra-line. I closed my eyes when his body leaned over mine and I felt his tongue cleaning up. He made me feel things no other guy ever had.
I opened my eyes and took the can from him. "My turn." I reached down and pulled him from his boxers. I sprayed him and then bent down and sucked it off. I felt him shiver and heard the moan. The power I had over him warmed me inside.
He pulled me up and exposed my breasts. He applied the whipped cream to one nipple and then cleaned it off, leaving my core wet. I groaned and when he pulled back, I took the can and sprayed the other side. "Your turn again!"
"Gladly," he murmured before moving on to my other breast. His tongue darted out, tasted it and teased it before his mouth captured it and sucked. "You taste too sweet with the whipped cream." He tossed the can over the side of the bed and moved his kisses down the front of my body. I shivered as his lips caressed over me, his hair tickled me as he turned his head and grazed my thigh with his teeth. "You taste like honey. You smell incredible
, I just want," I gasped as I watched him delve between my legs, his tongue anxiously lapping.
My hips raised up greedily as I held onto his hair, "You shouldn't be so... Good..."
He groaned and ate me out relentlessly, my body quivered and gushed as I released. He made me feel things, made me want to give myself to him fully just so I could feel that way every night for the rest of my life. As I struggled to get my mind back to a normal, sane place--one where Kent and I were not wearing golden rings, Kent moved off the bed and disrobed completely. I felt the tension between my legs as I stared at him. He was standing at full attention, bouncing slightly as he made his way back between my thighs. His hand explored my skin from hip to breast.
"Do you need some more attention?"
I slowly shook my head as my hips pressed upwards, teasing him with my wetness. "I don't want you to get lock-jaw."
"It would take more than twice for me to get lock-jaw. You're so easy to please."
"Or maybe you're just that good."
He smiled at me, his eyes dark as he slipped his hands under me and rolled us over so that I was on top of him. "Sit on my face, or climb on my cock. Either way you're going again."
I looked down at him, my hands on his chest. I was hearing things, surely. "What did you say?"
"Sit on my face or climb on my cock." His hands were on my hips. He lifted me up, bucking me out of my shock.
"You have such a filthy mouth." It wasn't very fair that I was getting all the attention. I turned around so that my hips were above his head and his were aligned with mine. I didn't lower my hips, I stayed a safe distance from him as I took him into my mouth.
He loved it, his groan of pleasure vibrating the bed beneath us. Unlike the men in my past Kent let his hands roam over me, gently, slowly as if he were taking every inch of me into his memory.
His hands on my hips tried to pull me down to his lips, but I resisted and sat up, he popped out of my mouth.
"Hey, you're looking pretty tired back there."
"No, I'm not." He lifted his face, trying to get another taste. I slid off of him and got to the edge of the bed before he grabbed onto my arm, holding me there. "You're going to leave me hanging right now?" He eyes were still amused, which was good.
"Yeah. Do you mind?"
"I guess not. I'll just go get a cold shower and go to bed." He started to get up but I pushed him back onto the bed.
"No! You stay here. I'm getting the first shower."
He stayed but a grin was on his lips, the same lips that gave me such pleasure minutes ago.
I forced myself into the bathroom and while I was bent over I heard his voice in the doorway. "I'll never get tired of that view."
I glanced at him with a grin. "You should take a picture. It'll last you longer."
"Don't tempt me, woman. I'll go get a camera."
"Just promise me that you'll get paid a lot for it."
He chuckled and then sidestepped around me and into my hot shower.
"Hey! That's my shower."
"My shower now. You snooze, you lose." He chuckled as the shower curtain rings scraped across the metal of the curtain rod, shielding his fabulous body from my view.
I climbed in behind him and when I rubbed my hands over his back his hand went to the wall, bracing himself. I couldn't help it, my hand was like a magnet, drawn to his shaft. I clasped my hand around it and started to stroke, he was still hard from our foreplay.
His head was bent, his body shivering slightly as my slippery hand moved over him. "Do you like that?" He moaned and I wondered if I was hurting him so I slowed down.
His body jerked and he turned his head slightly, "Don't stop, It's... Fucking hot to watch."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I stroked him until he suddenly turned around and crushed my lips with his.
"I can't wait any longer."
He backed me against the shower wall, his hands went to my bottom and he lifted me. His kisses pummeled me while he put himself between my thighs.
"I won't deny myself of you, not tonight. I want something to keep me warm at night because I know you won't."
I opened my mouth to refute him but his hard length sliding into me stole away my words. My grip on him tightened and I felt him shudder, my body was tense in his hot hands.
He restrained himself, torturing both of us as he slid in and out, slowly. His lips scalded my skin and then left my body as he drew his head back to look at me.
I met his eyes and he watched as I fought to keep my eyes open while he made love to me. I dug into his shoulder with my nails, urging him to go faster. I wanted more, craved more. I wanted him to make the ache go away.
"Please?" I whispered.
He slowed down even more, making me feel every centimeter. I closed my eyes and put my head back against the cold stone tile.
"Please?!" I begged him.
"I'll give you whatever you want, Elly, you just have to ask me." I heard him groan, his eyes dropping to my mouth. I released my lower lip, which I hadn't realized I was biting quite so hard.
"Will you please go faster? Harder? I want to feel how much you want this."
He groaned again and pressed his lips to mine as he thrust all the way in hard, the sound of slapping skin echoed against the moist walls. A whimper escaped from my throat and I held on tight, my cheeks hot.
He let himself go then, copulating with me like a wild, half-starved man. It was animalistic, hot, and when it was all over I realized we'd both come, together. And I realized we hadn't used protection.
I made a mental note to go to the pharmacy as soon as I left after breakfast tomorrow.
I wasn't going to ruin what just happened by mentioning it.
As soon as I stepped out of the shower I heard my phone ringing. I picked it up and noted that it was my mother. Before I could accept the call she'd hung up. It was then I noticed the text messages, five from her in the last half hour.
I dialed my mother, clutching my towel to my chest, "Mom, hey."
She was upset, the devastation in her voice. "Elly, thank God! Are you with Kent? I can't reach him and--"
I interrupted her because she was getting herself worked up. "I'll find him."
"Get to St. Joseph's Hospital as quickly as you can. His mother was in a car accident. It's bad Elly just..."
Her voice faded and I felt the color drain from my face. "Okay, we'll be there. Hang tight."
I started to dress as Kent studied me. "Elly, you okay?"
"We have to go see my mom. Get dressed, okay?"
Chapter Seventy-Nine
With my instructions on where to go Kent drove us to the hospital. When we pulled into the parking spot he turned off the car and looked at me, I could feel the worry hanging in the air. The tension was thick.
"What's going on, Elly?"
"My mom is here. We need to go find her." I wasn't ready to tell him yet, I didn't even know the details of what to tell him.
My phone chirped, my mother texted me the room number. I unbuckled and got out of the car, Kent was shocked and it took him a few moments to catch up to me as I walked into the hospital.
"Is she okay? Oh my god, Elly." He grabbed my hand and I squeezed it tightly.
"She'll be okay." I couldn't look at him as I led him upstairs. As we approached the room we saw my mother and Jen standing beside a door.
Kent slowed and looked down at me, "What the fuck is she doing here? Elly, what's going on?"
I shook my head and spoke softly, looking up at him. "I don't know what she's doing here but I can guess the same thing we are... Your mom..." I saw his face pale.
Kent's hand left mine as Jen came between us, her arms wrapping around him, her sobs seeming to amplify as I stepped back to give them room. His hands wrapped around her, his eyes stared at the closed door where his mother was.
"This has got to be some kind of--"
Jen cut him off. "Joke? It's not." Jen took his hand and pulled him to the room
. "Maybe she'll wake up if she knows you're here. The doctors are still hopeful that she'll wake up."
I held the door open, my mother standing next to me, her hand on my lower back for comfort. I watched as Kent approached his mother, whose head was wrapped in white gauze, her face bruised and her body lifeless. He reached for her hand and held it gently. "Mom? You can wake up now, Mom. I'm here..."
Jen looked at me and my mother and nodded, signaling that we should probably leave him and his sadness for now.
We waited for a few moments and I comforted my mother, letting her cry on me.
"We should probably get you home, you'll need your rest to come back and relieve Kent." My mother nodded and as we walked away I heard Kent's voice.
"Jen, you can go, I'm going to stay."
"Is there anything I can bring you, Kenny? A change of clothes? Coffee?"
"Elly!" His call stopped us and I turned to face him. He rushed over and held out his keys. "Can you get me some clothes? Please?" I nodded as I took the keys. The warmth of his fingers shocking me.
After I took the keys he disappeared back into the room with his mother. Jen smiled and shrugged. "I'll just stay here in case he needs anything else."
* * *
I arrived at the hospital a couple of hours later, Kent's gym bag in hand. I had successfully resisted the temptation to wrap myself in his ugly orange blanket and cry for a little while. Seeing him with Jen had hit me hard; they had history and I knew he'd loved her once. I also knew that those feelings didn't just disappear.
I peeked into his mom's room and saw Jen holding her hand. She was talking to her, comforting her. My heart dropped to my belly. Despite what he'd said to me, despite how much he claimed to hate her, here she was. With his mom.
I dropped the gym bag and quickly left the hospital before I crumpled to the ground and curled up in a fetal position. I'd opened myself up to him, let him past my walls just a little and he sliced me open again.
As I got into the car my phone chirped.
