“Your piercing. It’s doing crazy things to me.”
“You feel it?”
“So much. It’s . . . oh God.” She squeezes her eyes shut, swiveling her hips as she falls down on my lap. “It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before.” Her eyes connect with mine. “You’ve ruined me.”
“Good,” I grunt out when she pinches my nipple so hard, I feel a shot of lust go straight to my cock. I swear it grows another inch.
And I swear she feels it, because the sound that escapes her lips is so goddamn sexy and desperate.
“You need to get off.”
“So bad,” she answers.
I reach over to her nightstand—thankfully we’re close to her side—grabbing the vibrator she keeps in there. Turning it on, I bring it to her clit and she immediately pauses her hips as her mouth falls open and her back arches back.
Her hands release my nipples, the vibrations shocking my goddamn world too as little spasms take her over, her vagina clutching my cock tight, to the point that it almost feels like I can’t breathe.
Her hands fall behind her, to my legs, as she thrusts her clit toward me. I want to stick my finger in her ass, make her feel so full that she’s unable to breathe but at this angle I can’t reach her, so this will have to do.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, her body convulsing, her tits bouncing, her pussy clenching and just when I think she’s about to come, I pull the vibrator away, flip her to her knees, and settle behind her. Her head falls forward, her ass sticking up in the air, her body tired, pleading. Ready. “I can’t. I need release.”
“I’m about to give it to you, baby.”
I quickly put some lube on my finger from the nightstand, stick it inside her, and bring the vibrator to her front.
“Oh Jesus . . . Christ,” she says, gripping the sheets tightly, staying still as I pound into her, feeling the vibration hit me all the way in my balls.
Hell, I’m not going to last long, not when her pussy is already choking my cock. Not when she’s on the edge, ready to fall over. But I try.
I slow my pace, going so goddamn slow that I can feel every morsel of breath float into my lungs and then back out. It’s like time has come to a standstill. Nothing else around us matters besides the pressure building in our cores.
I squeeze her ass, holding on to it tight, as I thrust into her, one centimeter at a time. She thrums beneath me and twists just enough so I can see her pretty face. From her position, she quietly mouths, “I love you.”
And that’s my undoing.
“Hell, Kinsley.” I drop the vibrator, unable to hold it there any longer, grip both sides of her ass, and pulse into her. “You feel amazing.”
“You’re so good,” she says, reaching under her and bringing the vibrator back to our connection. “This is so good, Maddox. Oh my God, this is good.”
Shit.
I pump harder, my stomach bottoming out, as white-hot pleasure erupts all around me.
“Kinsley, baby, I’m going to—”
My words are cut off as a feral scream leaves Kinsley’s mouth, and her pussy constricts around my cock so tight that I can’t breathe. My name falls off her lips. She convulses in my arms as she rides out one of the sexiest orgasms I’ve ever seen.
“Ahhh, fuck,” I moan, as my orgasm rips through me. Mind-shattering pleasure.
I hover above her, motionless, spilling into her. Has an orgasm ever lasted this long? Ever been this good? When I meet her hazy eyes, I know my answer.
No.
It will never be like this with anyone else.
And the second she pulls me down to her lips and presses the softest kiss to my mouth, I confirm the thought that has been playing around in my head ever since we started dating: not only am I completely and utterly infatuated with this girl, but I know for certain, there is no way in hell I’ll ever be able to be the same without her by my side.
She’s my person.
My everything.
My heart and soul.
And I will do just about anything to keep her as mine . . . anything.
“I love you, Kinny.” I kiss her back as she falls flat on the bed, exhausted.
I catch her smile from the side. “I love you, Maddie.”
I lay on top of her and hold her tightly, moving her hair to the side so I get a clear view of the side of her face. I press light kisses on her cheek and temple and whisper, “There is no way in hell I will ever get enough of you. Not after that.”
She attempts to roll over, so I lift up, giving her enough space to do so. When she’s settled, I lie back down and stare at her. Her hand goes to my damp hair and plays with it. God, I love when she does that. “I foresee us doing that a few times a night, every night.”
“Especially since I go out on a road trip right after my birthday.”
“Oh, we can have birthday sex.” Her eyes light up. “Birthday sex is the best because it means I get to tie you up.”
I quirk a brow. “How is that a thing?”
She cutely shrugs. “I just came up with it. Do you not want me to run my mouth over your entire body?”
“You’re allowed to do whatever you want to my body.” I kiss the side of her cheek and bring my mouth to the crook of her neck. She tilts her head, giving me amazing access. She sighs and sifts her hand through my hair.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Ask me anything, babe,” I answer, hoping she’s ready for round two soon.
“Does pain transfer to pleasure for you?”
I pause and look up at her. “What kind of pain?”
“Well, it just seemed like you really liked it when I pinched your nipples.”
“So did you,” I say on a chuckle.
“Yes, but you got really hard when I did it.”
I shrug. “I’ve always liked it rougher. But I wouldn’t say I seek pain. Like if you were to whip me, I’d ask you what the hell you thought you were doing.”
She chuckles and nods. “Okay, that’s fair, but if I were to yank on your balls, you’d be okay with that?”
“Do you not remember what we just did? Babe, you were pulling on them as if they were low-hanging fruit.”
“What if I did it harder?”
“I’d tell you if it was too much. I will always tell you and I’d expect the same from you. I’ve had a few partners who didn’t really get into the rough stuff, and I made them tell me if it was ever too much.” I rub my finger over her collarbone. “I really love that we’re on the same page when it comes to pleasure. It feels like we can push each other.”
“It does.” She shyly smiles. “Does that mean I can wear a strap-on and fuck you from behind.”
My face drops and nerves shoot up my spine. “That’s where I draw the line.”
“Damn.” She laughs. “I was really hoping I could drill you and slap your ass while doing it.”
“The only drilling will be with my dick, got it? And if you like ass slapping, you should have said something. I was itching to smack your ass.”
“If you did, you would have gotten me off so quick. Stan used to spank me like—”
“Can we not talk about Stan? Unless you want me to talk about one of the girls I used to fuck.”
“By all means, I’m actually quite curious. Were they screamers? Did they fake moan? What were their boobs like, flopping around in your face. Do you like floppy boobs?”
Christ.
I drag my hand over my face and say, “I was actually more turned on by your mosquito bites.”
Her eyes widen in shock as her mouth curves up in humor. “Oh my God, they are not mosquito bites.” She covers her chest and I quickly remove her arm.
“No, they’re not. They’re fucking perfect. Soft, just enough roundness to fill my palm, and your nipples. Shit, babe. They’re so tiny and they peak perfectly. Your tits might be small, but they are by far, the sexiest pair I’ve ever seen.”
“Better than floppy tits?”
I
chuckle and press a kiss to the tip of her nipple. “A thousand times better than floppy tits.” Then, I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck hard. Her back arches off the bed and once again, her legs spread.
My dick hardens, and it seems like round two is going to come a lot faster than I was expecting.
* * *
“You’re staring,” Kinsley says over her cup of coffee.
“So? You’re mine to stare at,” I answer, leaning back in my chair at the dining table, coffee in front of me.
“Is that how you see it?” she asks, breaking off a piece of the fresh banana bread she made for us this morning. We finally have a morning to hang out with each other, given the weekend and my night game tonight. We slept in, and then Kinsley made banana bread, wearing only my Rebels shirt. I watched her the entire time, helped her stir, and while it baked, I ate her out on the kitchen counter. I think poor Herman was scarred, because he went into our bedroom.
“Yup.” I lift my mug to my lips and spread the other arm. “Feel free to take in what’s yours.”
“You’re just trying to get me to suck you off again.”
Oh yeah, we did that too. And I’ll be honest, Kinsley gives the best head I’ve ever had. And that’s not just because I’m head over dick in love with the girl, but because she has some kind of magical mouth that had me coming in less than two minutes.
Embarrassing but so worth it.
“I’m not opposed to the idea.” I take a sip of my coffee.
She scoffs. “Of course you’re not.” She stands from her chair and walks over to me. I push out just far enough from the table to give her room to sit on my lap, which she does, draping her hands on my shoulder.
“We’re going to have to pace ourselves.”
“Why’s that?” I ask as she takes my mug from me and shares my coffee.
“We don’t want to get a rash or anything.”
My brow creases. “What kind of rash are you talking about?” I glance down her body and then back up. “Should I be concerned?”
“No.” She laughs. “I’m all clear . . . of that sort of thing. But like . . . crotch burn.”
“Not helping your case. Nothing should burn down there.”
She rolls her eyes. “Like chafing. That’s what I meant. Chafing.”
“Oh.” I chuckle. “I mean, if I chafe because my dick is inside you too many times, I’m almost certain I’m not going to care, because . . . my dick was inside of you.”
“You are such a guy.” She hands me the mug and I down the rest, only to set the mug behind her and grip her waist.
“Good thing, right? Since you seem to like the dick so much.”
“No shame in that.” She shifts on my lap. I know she’s not wearing underwear because I slipped it off in the kitchen, so I glide my hands up her thighs to her hipbones.
“None at all.” I smooth my hands up her sides, dragging the shirt with her, but she stops me and gives me a look.
“I don’t think so, mister. We have things to talk about.”
“Uh, do you really think we’re going to talk when you’re on my lap with no underwear? The only thing we’re about to talk about is what position you want to play around with. I’m thinking about taking you over the couch right now.”
Pulsing into her from behind seems to be my favorite position so far, because of the way her back arches and her pert little ass sticks up in the air, almost as if she’s begging.
“I’m serious, Maddox.”
“So am I.” I drag my shirt over her head and expose her beautiful, naked body.
Hell, her breasts are perky, with tight nipples from the cool morning air. Her skin is soft and smells like a combination of me and her soap. Along her collarbone, breasts, and up and down her neck are bite marks and red spots from my scruff and neediness.
“Maddox.” She pauses my hands from roaming up to her breasts.
“Hmm?” I ask, keeping my eyes on her chest.
She tilts my chin up with her fingers and says, “I need you to focus for a few minutes and then you can do whatever you want to me, okay?” She rocks her hips over my erection, and that gathers my attention.”
“How many minutes?”
“As long as it takes to talk about what I want to talk about.”
“Am I allowed to kiss you while we’re talking?”
“No. I need your full focus.”
“Can I play with your nipples.”
“No.”
“Press my thumb to your clit?”
“No.”
“Maybe slip my finger down your ass crack?”
“Maddox,” she scolds, causing me to laugh.
“Okay, fine.” I lean back in my chair and place both hands behind my neck to try to keep myself in check. “I’m listening but make it quick, woman, I want inside your pussy . . . now.”
Her cheeks turn pink, but that’s the only indication that she’s turned on. Keeping her hands on my shoulders, she says, “About your birthday.”
“Glad you asked. All I want is you naked, a cake . . . spread over your naked body, and for you to have two cherries on each nipple while you sing happy birthday to me.” I wink. “I’m a simple man.”
“That’s not simple, and I’m not spreading any cake on my body unless it’s vegan.”
“I can get on board with that. Okay, since that’s settled, let’s move over to the couch.” I grip her tightly and stand from the chair. Her legs suction around me and I feel my dick poking her in the ass as I uncomfortably make it to the living room.
Laughing, she says, “I’m not finished.”
I plop her on the couch and release my cock as I push my shorts to the ground. I grip the base and clench my jaw together from the relief of my hand.
“Let me help you finish then.” I flip her to her stomach and position her over the arm of the couch and come up behind her. I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock and groan when I feel how wet she is. “Babe, you’re so goddamn ready for me.”
She twists and sits on the couch just as I’m about to enter her. “I said I’m not done talking.”
Ready to protest, she grabs my cock and starts fisting me while her other hand rolls my balls gently.
Ahh, hell.
“Fuck, Kinsley. Do you really think I’m going to pay attention now?”
“Yes.” She pumps me hard, using her thumb to circle the tip when she moves up my shaft. “I want to throw you a party.”
“No party,” I say through clenched teeth, eyes shut. My body’s already humming and ready to release—that’s how pathetic I am when it comes to this girl. She stops and holds me. Glancing down, I ask, “Uh, babe, what are you doing?”
Her thumb plays with the sensitive part just underneath the head. “I’m waiting for you to agree to the party. That’s what I’m doing.”
“Seriously?” When I go to move away, her grip on me tightens, stopping me from going anywhere. She literally has me by the balls and I think she planned this all along. “Kinsley.”
“Just hear me out.” She bats her eyelashes, and I know instantly that I’m going to give in to whatever she wants. Not only because I want to make her happy, but because that one look will be my undoing every goddamn time. “I love you, Maddox, and I love how you brought me into your life, introduced me to your friends, and this world we share together now. A world I’ve never had before, or at least, one that I lost when you moved away.” My heart sinks. I’m no longer worried about my dick and balls in her hands as I take a seat next to her and once again pull her onto my lap.
“Kinny.” I lift her chin up but she shakes her head and presses her hands to my chest.
“No, I don’t want this to be a sad moment, but a happy one. I’ve cherished this time with you so much, Maddox. I feel so lucky that I took that job, because it brought me back to you.” She smiles and one of her thumbs rubs over my nipple. “I want to celebrate that. It will just be us and a few friends at the bar. I’ll even get you a regular cak
e. Please?”
I rub her thighs and lean my head against the back of the couch as I smile up at her. “You’re going to make it damn hard to say no to you for the rest of our lives, you realize that?”
The corners of her lips turn up and she flings her body forward, hugging me tightly. I kiss the side of her neck and she giggles as my hands run down to her ass where I give it a squeeze. “Rest of our lives, huh?” she asks, her breath tickling my shoulder as I work my mouth up her neck and then to her jaw.
“You’re stuck with me, babe.”
“I think it’s the other way around.” She lifts off me for a second. “You’re stuck with me.” Then she lifts up, positions my cock at her entrance, and sits all the way down.
“Ah, fuck, Kinsley,” I groan, my head falling back again as she moves her hips over mine. “Baby, we’re so good at this.”
And that’s the truth. It’s never felt this good. This right. This real.
Having Kinsley as mine feels like the universe is finally allowing me to be happy. I simply hadn’t known that a part of me was incomplete. When Lincoln prattled on about love making such a difference with Potter and Orson, I scoffed. But I get it. The connection I experienced once a month, the ease to talk about anything, the openness, the support . . . the honesty. The joy. I now have that every day. No more façades. She’s not the only one that has benefitted from this world she feels I gave her. She brought our world to me. My friends love her. I love her.
There is nothing more perfect than Kinsley in my arms, being able to call her my girl, and keeping her as mine . . . for the rest of my life.
* * *
“Let me guess, you’re drawing Kinsley,” Lincoln says, sitting next to me on the couch in the locker room as we wait out a rain delay.
I glance up at him and bring my notebook closer to my chest. “Maybe,” I answer, even though everyone in the locker room knows damn well I’m drawing Kinsley, but this time, she’s with Herman.
“Dude, you are so far gone with this girl, especially if you’re letting her throw you a birthday party.”
I make a scratch across my paper, trying to replicate the wave in her hair. “Ah, she’s all right.”
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