Heartfelt Lies

by Alexandra Christopher

  "Ohh."

  "Yeah. You get the picture now?"

  "I think so." I nod my head.

  "Good. Now crawl up the bed." He nods toward the pillows.

  I turn on my hands and knees, making my way up the bed. My head rests on his pillow as I watch him push his pants and boxers down his legs. I'm greeted with the sight of his long, thick cock bobbing straight up past his belly button.

  My clit throbs as he walks over to his nightstand, removing a foil packet before climbing back up beside me. "You still on the pill?"

  "Yeah, but I still want you to wear a condom. I know you said you've never had sex without one and you're clean, I am too, it's just… I want to be double protected. For now, anyway, I'm just not ready for any surprises."

  "No pressure, whenever you're ready to take that next step, I am, too. That'll be a first that we can experience together. I trust you, Ella and I want it all with you."

  "I want it all with you, too. I just need a little time."

  "Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere."

  Kohl settles between my legs and rips the foil packet open with his teeth before sliding the condom down the length of his cock. He props himself on a forearm, and takes his cock in his free hand, teasing my wet opening with the thick head, before sliding up to massage my clit. When I'm a whimpering mess, he sinks into me inch by inch, until he's fully seated inside.

  "Fuck me, you feel so good. Damn, that pussy's tight," he grunts with a shaky breath. "Am I hurting you?"

  "No, just go easy please." I run my nails up his back and grip his muscular shoulders. I'm filled completely. My stretched walls clench around his hard cock as my clit continues to throb.

  He takes my lips tenderly before burying his face in my neck, "you okay?" he whispers into my ear.

  "I'm perfect. You feel so good inside me," I moan.

  Kohl swirls his hips as his pace increases, his pelvis grinding against me on every downward stroke. An uncontrollable need overtakes me, and I can't control my desire. My body's scorching hot, burning from the inside out. My legs wrap around his thighs, and I lift my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He's pounding into me now. I have one hand gripping his ass and the other bracing against the headboard.

  Our kiss turns furious, his tongue fucks my mouth, matching the same harsh rhythm of his cock. He bends his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth before running his tongue up my neck and nipping my ear.

  "I'll never get enough of you, Ella. You're mine now, you hear me? You're mine and I'm yours, there will never be anyone else for me, sweetheart."

  He slows his rhythm, dragging his cock in and out of my heat. I'm so wet, my juices coat the inside of my thighs, I know I won't last much longer before exploding.

  Kohl sits up on his knees, our stomachs sticking together with the combined sweat coating our bodies. He places a hand under each of my thighs, squeezing my legs together before pushing them to my chest. His jaw clinches like a man possessed, his grip tight, as he watches his cock tunnel in and out of me.

  "Damn that's sexy! My cock's coated with your cum, that tight little pussy squeezing the life out of me. Nothing's ever felt this good before."

  "Oh, god! I'm about to come, Kohl. Don't stop… just like that. Yes! Fuck me just like that!" I beg.

  "Hell, yes! Give it to me, baby, I want that hot pussy to come all over my cock," he grunts.

  "Kohl!" I shout, my core clenching around his thick girth. I grip the comforter in my hands as spasm after spasm racks my body.

  "Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna come." He drops my legs and falls onto my chest, his hand grips my ass, pulling me tighter against him as he thrusts in and out of me at a relentless pace. His teeth sink into my shoulder right before his cock swells and jerks repeatedly inside me as he finds his own release.

  We lay chest to chest, wrapped in each other's arms, fighting to catch our breath. Kohl rolls over onto his side and pulls me into his arms. Face to face we remain, each of us completely sated.

  "Hi," he whispers, reaching out to remove a piece of sweaty hair from my cheek.

  "Hi." I grin.

  "I know I'm not supposed to say this right now since we just had sex, but I'm going to anyway. I've held it in as long as I can." He pauses, takes my cheek in his palm and stares directly into my eyes. "I'm in love with you, Ella. I know we haven’t known each other for long but I'm deeply in love with you." He pauses, eyes focused on the wall behind me. "I thought I knew what love was, but then you came along, and I realized I didn’t have a clue until you entered my life. Now, nothing else in this world matters as long as I have you by my side. The minute I caught your eye that day at the field, I knew you were it for me. I don't know how, but I knew it deep inside. I know I sound crazy—"

  "You're not crazy." I shake my head. "I felt it, too," I say, running my fingers through his hair. "I think our souls knew the minute we locked eyes, they each recognized their other half. I didn’t know what it felt like to fall in love, but the first time I saw you… I knew you were going to be someone special to me. There's no doubt in my mind that you're the love of my life, Kohl Kingsley. You're my first love and you'll be my only. I'll love you every single day I'm on this earth, and maybe a day or two after that." I grin.

  18

  Kohl

  It's Wednesday, and I've just finished tying up a few loose ends for Mr. Bradley. I started extra early this morning. It's just after seven a.m. and I'm already finished and heading out the door. I promise to call and check up on them when I return from my trip.

  I'd love to stop and visit Ella, but I still need to give my truck a good once over and pack. Plus, I promised Mom we'd have lunch together today. She always gets anxious right before I leave town.

  A huge hydrangea bush catches my eye as I step off the porch and an idea comes to mind. I pull my pocket knife out and cut a long stem of the blue flowery globe. I lay it carefully across my console as I drive the short distance down the street, parking on the curb, to remain unnoticed. I pull a piece of graphing paper from my work bag and fold it until I can tear out a perfect square. I write out a short note with my marker.

  These remind me of your beautiful blue eyes.

  Will you stay with me tonight?

  Love, Kohl

  I cut off a piece of twine and attach the note to the leafy flower stem. When I'm convinced it's secure enough to not blow away, I walk quietly down the drive and place it on the table next to the front door.

  I stop by the store on my way home, loading my basket down with snacks and other essential items I'll need for the beach. I'm putting my bags in the back seat when Kennedy pulls up next to me. Great, just what I need.

  Sighing, I place the last two bags on the seat and slam the door, before turning to face her. Might as well get this over with today.

  "Kennedy—"

  She throws both hands up defensively. "Please! Just hear me out."

  "I couldn't care less what you have to say. Stop wasting my time."

  "Come on, Kohl. Don't be that way," she whines.

  "What do you want? Did you pull in here just to harass me?"

  "No! I'm here to get some stuff for our trip tomorrow, silly. I have all your favorites on my list. See?" She holds a piece of paper towards me, which I completely ignore.

  "Our trip?" I laugh. "Are you seriously that clueless? We may be going on the same trip but there is no our anymore, there never will be."

  "I know I hurt you, Kohl, but don't you see? If you didn't still love me, you wouldn't have gone after Zach like that. I know we can make things work if we just try again. Give me one more chance. I promise I'll never so much as peek at anyone else again." She reaches out to touch my chest, but I'm quick to grab her wrist, tossing it away from me.

  "You’re seriously delusional! That had nothing to do with you. Nothing! I was pissed because I felt betrayed, made a fool of. And you don't love me either, Kennedy. If you did, you wouldn't have been fucking around behind my back the entire ti
me we were together."

  "It wasn't the entire time," she insists.

  I raise a brow in response.

  "Well, not the first year anyway," she pouts down at her feet.

  "It doesn't matter, I don't even really care. The bottom line is, my pride took a hit and I reacted badly. Not because I still want you. You mean nothing to me."

  "You don't mean that," she cries.

  "I do. Listen, we share the same friends and there will be times we have to share the same space. Do me a favor and keep your distance, I have nothing else to say to you."

  I climb in my truck, shutting the door in her face. I swear something is wrong with that girl, she's completely disconnected from reality. And judging by the determination in her eyes as I drive away, she's not finished causing trouble.

  I spend the rest of the morning packing. Then, detail my truck inside and out. I can't stand road tripping in a dirty vehicle.

  Mom called me inside for lunch around noon. She had made us a couple plates of club sandwiches and chips. She hounded me about my healing knuckles long enough that I finally broke down and told her the whole sordid tale. How I caught Kennedy and Zach together, how I found out they had betrayed me for years, and finally how I let my pride and anger get the best of me, making an idiot of myself.

  I also told her how much it hurt Ella to witness me flying off the rails like I did. She sympathized with her but was proud that Ella stood by my side and gave me a chance to talk things out. Then, Mom warned me that if I ever do anything like that to hurt her again, she would kick my ass herself. Yeah, good times.

  After we ate lunch, I sat on the couch like a two-year-old and listened to the same ole' lecture she gives me year after year. What not to do, what to watch out for, don't do stupid shit because she's not driving eight hours to bail my ass outa jail.

  She also wanted me to promise to stay away from Zach. I assured her that wasn't an issue because he's stuck at home, finishing up an internship his dad forced him to take this summer. Besides that, he's just not worth my time.

  When I convinced her, I wasn't completely incompetent and could feed and water myself a few days before finding my way home, she smiled and told me to have fun. But not too much fun.

  Now, I'm rushing to shower off this layer of sweat before I go pick up Ella. She texted me earlier and gushed about the note and flower I left for her this morning. She also told me she had walked to work today, and I should pick her up for our "sleepover".

  I don't need to be told twice. As soon as I get back from the beach, buying furniture and helping Mr. Bradley clean the house out will be my top priorities. Maybe I can talk my girl into a few more sleepovers.

  I arrive at Just Wing It twenty minutes early and decide to go in and wait for Ella to finish her shift instead of sitting in my truck. I see Kennedy walking toward the back as soon as I step up to the hostess stand. For fucks sake! Can this day get any worse? I immediately turn to head back outside. I'm just about to pull the door open when I glance back and see she's stopped in front of Ella. She and Jessa stand side by side in a united front. Kennedy's back faces me, but I can tell from the red coloring their cheeks, what she's saying has their blood boiling.

  I head their direction, the closer I get the clearer their voices become. The first one I hear clearly is Kennedy.

  "You know, Ella. I can teach you a thing or two about what Kohl likes. If you ever plan on keeping him, you're gonna need a little help. We could start with the way you dress," Kennedy snarls at Ella.

  "I'm good, but thanks anyway. I'm pretty sure Kohl likes me just the way I am. Besides, you're always sooo… extra." Ella gives her a fake smile.

  "Girl, no joke! I mean…" Jessa sweeps a hand toward Kennedy. "Who wears spandex booty shorts and a crop top with no bra to a restaurant. Not to mention all that damn make-up you have painted on. That's enough red lipstick to last me a year. What happened, you get attacked by a pack of rabid clowns on your way over?"

  A loud burst of laughter pours from my lips as I make my way beside Ella, wrapping a supportive arm around her waist.

  "Well, Kennedy, I see you're still out spewing venom. Why don't you just leave Ella alone and go home already?" I suggest, voice filled with warning.

  "What?" she shrugs her shoulders. "I was just trying to give your new girlfriend a few pointers on how to be sexy for you. Like this." She rubs a hand up and down her bare thigh.

  "You know what, Kennedy?" Ella speaks up. "If sexy means acting like you, I'm fine just the way I am. Besides, this whole ho-dazzled look you have going on just doesn't work for me," she says, her eyes running up and down Kennedy's body

  "Excuse me?" Kennedy scoffs.

  "Ho-dazzled." Jessa nods her head. "I like it. It's most definitely fitting."

  "Screw you both!" Kennedy fumes, making a beeline for the door.

  "Ugh! I hate that I let her get to me. I don't say things like that!" Ella huffs.

  "Hey, it's okay! Sometimes you just have to let your crazy shine," Jessa shrugs.

  "I don't get it. Why won't she just go away already?" Ella groans.

  "She hates to lose." I mumble.

  Ella’s shift comes to an end soon after and we head straight to my house. In no time at all we're snuggled on my bed watching TV while our dinner settles. I love having her in my arms. Her sweet little body pressed tightly against my side, while her head rests on my chest, her fingers softly tease the exposed skin between my shirt and jeans.

  "I hate that I'm not going to see you for five days, but I'm happy I get to have you beside me all night and wake up next to you in the morning. What did your Gram say when you told her you were staying with me tonight?"

  "Not much honestly. What could she say? I mean I'm almost nineteen years old. She acted like she was fine with it, told me to be safe."

  "Oh, that's right. We'll be celebrating your birthday soon, two days after I get home next week," I say placing a kiss to the top of her head. "Is there anything special you want to do?"

  "Not really. Gram was thinking we could have dinner somewhere in Jefferson. I'd like to keep it low key. It's been a really hard year."

  "I understand that. You mind if I invite myself along for this dinner? It would be my treat," I offer.

  "Of course, you're invited! I wouldn't want to celebrate my birthday without you. I was just waiting on Gram to give me the details before I told you about it."

  "Good. A birthday isn't complete though, until they bring you out a slice of cake and embarrass you in front of the whole restaurant while they sing Happy Birthday. I'm just saying."

  "You wouldn't dare."

  "Me? Never! But, you know, sometimes they just take matters into their own hands. I mean, I can't be held responsible if that happens."

  "Kohl!" Ella slaps my chest before climbing on top of me. One leg planted firmly on each side of my waist, her firm little ass resting over my cock. "Now you listen here—" she warns sternly, her small hands grip my wrists, pushing them down against the bed next to my head.

  "You know?" I interrupt. "I might take you a little more seriously if you weren't currently getting me all worked up with that sweet ass of yours," I smirk. "This whole bad girl vibe you're putting off is really working for me." I lift my hips and press my growing bulge against her to drive my point across.

  She fakes outrage, but before she can say a word, I flip her over and pin her to the bed, covering her mouth with my own. She responds instantly, our tongues in a frenzied challenge for control.

  Groaning deep, I rock my hard cock against her heat. I reach down to remove her shirt, but she's quick to pull it back down.

  "Hold up, I really need a shower first. I reek of hot wings," she insists.

  "You smell pretty damn good to me, but I won't complain about you taking a shower as long as I get to join you." I give her a hungry stare while waiting for her answer.

  "Let's go!"

  Hell yeah! I jump off the bed and pull her down next to me, slapping her ass whe
n her feet touch the floor. "You turn the water on, and I'll grab us some towels."

  I grab a couple towels from the linen closet, then turn back toward the shower. The sight before me stops me dead in my tracks. Ella stands, removing her clothes, just outside the glass door. She's hands down the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I can't take my eyes off her.

  Long brown hair falls in waves down her smooth back. Her perfectly round ass makes my mouth water as white lacy panties slip to the floor. She kicks them to the side and turns back to face me.

  "Are you just going to stand there gawking or are you joining me?" she asks with a raised brow.

  Her voice breaks me from the spell her luscious body has me under, and I hurry quickly over. "I'm joining, most definitely joining you," I say with a gravelly voice.

  She smirks as she steps inside the shower, beneath the steamy spray.

  I make quick work of shedding my clothes, remembering to turn back just before stepping into the shower to grab a condom from my wallet. Ella's busy tracing her luscious curves with soapy hands, when I step through the clear glass door.

  "Here, let me," I offer.

  Taking the bar of soap from her outstretched palm, I hold my hands under the warm spray to form a rich, soapy lather. I pull her back against my chest and run my hands across her soft stomach. I continue up to her breast, cupping one in each palm before teasing her hardened nipples. Her head falls back onto my shoulder as she releases a tortured moan. My lips kiss up her slender neck as my hands glide past her soapy stomach and between her legs.

  I gently wash her front to back, then step forward, easing her under the warm spray. Once she's rinsed clean, I guide her over to the bench that sits against the shower wall.

  "Have a seat," I order, placing my hands on her shoulders. "I need to make sure I got you nice and clean."

  She sits on the bench without complaint, piercing me with those blazing blue eyes of hers. I fall to my knees before her, ready and willing to worship every sweet inch of her body.