by Chloe Grey
“No problem.”
As expected, Zane wasn’t back yet. I hoped he was having a good time like I had. It was kind of fun—dating again. I missed it, being treated like I was a queen or something. That, and free meals. Going to a Michelin star restaurant was overkill, though. It was a good one-time experience, but if he asked me to go to one again, I would decline, opting for something less fancy instead. Maybe a bistro or a simple restaurant.
Wait, was I really considering a second date?
I honestly don’t know, but he treated me well tonight, and I genuinely enjoyed his company. I also owed him a good night kiss as in tradition after a successful date.
He shifted closer to me, hands in his pockets. “I will see you tomorrow then? I’ll drive you to work again.”
“Yeah.” Was I really going to kiss him? Where? On the cheeks like he did to me right here hours ago? But I had always kissed a guy on the lips when I really liked him. And I really liked him.
My pulse was thrumming through my ears as I pushed up onto my tiptoes. I leaned forward. Every inch of my skin tingled, my body heating up, every nerve ending in me firing at the thought of what I was about to do next.
I pecked him on the lips. Just a gentle peck. No need for anything fancy. He tasted sweet, like honey, with the faint hint of champagne and vanilla ice cream.
The next thing I knew, my back was slammed against the wall. Not hard, but enough force for me to gasp in surprise. Then his lips were on mine, and he was kissing me like he was starving for it. He brought his hands to my face and cupped my flushed cheeks.
My hands were lost somewhere on his body. I couldn’t think, and I didn’t want to move. Because if I moved too much, I was afraid this feeling would disappear. And I liked this. It felt good.
He pulled back, and we looked into each other’s eyes. We were breathing heavily, our breaths in sync, the air around us thick and heavy. His eyes were wide and filled with hunger, and I was certain mine weren’t any different. I didn’t know what I was doing or how we ended up like this, but at that moment, I didn’t care. I didn’t care at all. My lips were wet, swollen, and tingling. He tasted wonderful. His hands felt wonderful, and I felt wonderful. Nothing else mattered.
“Audrey,” he breathed, his voice raspier than usual.
In a blur, his jacket was off, and one by one, the buttons of his white dress shirt came undone. I saw his muscled chest, his tattoo under his right pec that worded out something I didn’t care to read because there they were: his perfect six-pack abs. He tossed his shirt somewhere, and went forwards, catching me by the lips and sliding his tongue through them. He kissed me with a passion I hadn’t felt with anybody in years. His hands moved to my hips, and I gasped when one of them slid lower and cupped one of my ass cheeks.
I don’t know how long we kissed. It may have been seconds or it may have been hours. When he finally broke the seal of our mouths, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
“Kevin,” I whimpered, wanting to ask him to kiss me again or to grab my ass because that felt good, but the words died on my lips when I felt his hot breaths on my neck.
I moaned, my eyes fluttering open. His hand was on one side of my neck, and his lips were on the other. He was gentler now, trailing slow, soft kisses down my neck, my collarbone, then my shoulders. His other hand went for the zipper on my back, and seconds later, my dress was on the floor, pooling around my legs.
Kevin wasted no time undoing my bra. I let him. My heart felt like it would burst when he pulled my panties down. I didn’t expect this to happen tonight, so I wasn’t wearing anything sexy underneath, but he didn’t seem to mind—or notice. Seconds later, we were skin-to-skin and Kevin was back at my neck, delivering feather soft kisses, nibbling, sending me to heaven.
Slowly, he made his way downwards, to my shoulder, to my upper breasts, to my nipples. He stopped kissing in favor of sucking them, one after the other. I moaned and arched my back as I felt his warm tongue on my pebbled nipples.
“Kevin,” I moaned his name again, like it was the only word I knew.
He stood back up, breathing heavily, our lips inches apart. “Fuck, Audrey,” he said. The curse sounded hot coming from his lips, only because I never heard him curse before. “You’re driving me insane.” Then we were making out again.
“Your pants,” I gasped, my hands blindly fiddling with his pants as he kissed me into bliss. I couldn’t recognize my own voice. It didn’t sound like me, so wild, so desperate.
He backed off, but only slightly. My breasts were still pressing against his lower chest. His belt came off, and then his pants were gone too, leaving me staring at the huge bulge in between his legs. He was as soaked as I was.
I watched, in a daze, as he discarded his boxers, giving me sight of the largest cock I had ever seen in my life.
“Condom.” The word spilled out of me in a heated rush. “Get a condom.”
“In my wallet,” he said. At least that was what I thought he said. His voice was so deep and low and my mind was so out of it.
I reached into his right pocket and pulled out his wallet. Finding foil inside, I tossed his wallet somewhere and tore open the pack blindly because his lips were on mine again, our tongues sparring. I could feel his hands running along the curves on my back, his touch leaving a trail of blazing heat tingling all over my skin.
“Kevin,” I moaned, putting my hands on his chest, loving the way his hard muscles flexed under my palms. I tried to push him off, but his lips stubbornly stayed on mine.
I repeated his name and pushed him harder. He finally backed off and studied me. “What? What is it?”
“The condom,” I said, handing him it. “Put it on and fuck me.”
My words rang in my head. When was the last time I had talked like that? I couldn’t even remember. Kevin stirred something in me. The way he kissed me... the way he touched me... and what had he said? You’re driving me crazy. Hearing those words made me feel desired.
It made me feel alive.
“No,” I said when he reached out to grab the condom from me. I changed my mind. I looked at him and spoke as low and seductively as I could. “Let me put it on you.”
He nodded, not saying anything. And it wasn’t one of his awkward silences. For once, Kevin Bond was at a loss for words.
He sucked in a breath when I knelt down and took his rock hard cock in my hand. Gently, I pecked his tip, tasting his salty pre-cum and making him shiver. And when I trailed kisses along his length like he had kissed my neck, his hands came to the back of my head, clutching a fistful of my hair.
“Audrey.”
My name came out like a warning. I glanced up and the look on his face was apparent he was struggling to hold it in.
And didn’t he just tell me he doesn’t finish fast? Was it a lie to impress me or was I having this much of an effect on him? I must be. There was no mistaking his pleasure as he groaned out my name from those beautiful lips. I was causing this much pleasure to Kevin, a man who looked like a sex god, and I was making him weak on his knees with my mouth. The power I felt right then was intoxicating.
Still maintaining eye contact, I sucked on his head a little before taking him into my mouth, stopping just over halfway because that was all I could manage.
His groans that lit up the room were like music to my ears. I bobbed my head and swirled my tongue around him while I used my hands to bring him near the edge—if he wasn’t already. I lubricated the other half of his length and went back to sucking and licking and bobbing my head while my right hand pumped him at his base and my left went under, kneading and squeezing his heavy balls.
I was doing wonders. Kevin’s breaths were getting ragged, and his muscular chest heaved in and out. “Audrey, stop.” His body tensed. “I—fuck. Christ, Audrey, I’m going to come.”
I ignored him, hollowing my cheeks and increasing my rhythm, all the while looking into his beautiful blue eyes. I winked, and that was what sealed the deal. Kevin raised his head
to the ceiling and moaned out my name. A second later, his cock stiffened and hot cum spilled down my throat in short, powerful bursts. I was ready for it, but still, I didn’t expect that much force.
“Was it good?” I asked him when he came down from his high.
He pulled me up and crashed his lips onto mine. I let out a surprised cry, but it was muffled. He was more aggressive now, so much wilder, as he attacked my lips and forced his tongue through. I accepted it with a sigh, loving the way his tongue stroked against mine.
His hands ran up and down my curves for a while, and then he gripped the back of my thighs. I felt myself being lifted, so I crossed my legs against his back. I had planned to just tease him a little with my mouth and then put the condom on, but watching his reactions had gotten me excited. I was glad he wasn’t a one-pump kind of guy. His cock was still incredibly hard, and looking into his wild eyes, I knew this was going to be a long night.
He carried me into his room, kicked the door shut with his heel, and laid me on his bed. When he climbed on top of me, I squirmed a little, excited at what would happen next.
We looked at each other for a while. His taste still tingled in my mouth, and I was sure mine was on his too. Kevin settled on top of me, propping his elbow on my right to shift his weight there and used the pad of his thumb to trace the bow of my lips.
“Is this why you write so many scenes about blowjobs?” he asked me, his voice still low and raspy. “Because you’re so damn good at them?”
I run my tongue along my lips, licking his thumb. “Was I that good?”
“Audrey, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” And I knew he was the telling the truth by the sincerity in his voice.
He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose, so tender and gentle compared to the beast he was moments ago. I didn’t know which Kevin I liked more.
“Here,” I said, showing him the latex I had in my grip. “Let me put it on you. For real this time.”
He chuckled. “No, I don’t trust you. One touch from your hands or your hot little mouth again and I’ll lose control.” He stopped playing with my lips and put his palm out. “Give me the condom.”
I gave it to him, and he kissed me on the forehead, then on the tip of my nose again. Why does he have to smell so good? His scent was messing with my head.
My body mourned from the loss of heat as he rolled off me to slip the condom on. But he was back on me seconds later.
We looked at each other, my brown to his blue. Was he going to fuck me or not? Because honestly, having a staring contest with him was getting tiresome.
My breaths became heavier when he traced a finger down my neck and in between my breasts. He flicked my right nipple, then my left.
“You’re so beautiful,” Kevin told me, watching my nipples peaking. “How your exes chose someone else over you is beyond me.”
I didn’t want to talk about my exes, so I goaded him by grinding my hips against him, letting him know how wet and ready I was.
It worked. His lips were back, molded with mine, our tongues sparring, our breaths mingling. Thirteen months of not sharing a bed with a man had me a little desperate. I missed this. I tried one night stands with guys I met in bars, but they made me feel more depressed. But with Kevin, it was different even though this was technically a one-night thing and I knew almost nothing about him. At least he wasn’t a stranger. I felt comfortable with him, but I didn’t plan to continue anything further after today. I think. I don’t know. So many things could go wrong if I committed to him, to anyone.
But I don’t care about any of that right now.
I have to truly let myself go.
Just for one night.
“Kevin,” I managed out, moaning at the magic his tongue was doing to me. I was so wet, my nipples were so tight, and my sex was aching for him. I regretted stalling the moment to give him a blowjob. “Fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”
He broke the kiss and lined his thick cock above my dripping sex. Locking eyes with me, he thrust forward with a sharp exhale. I arched my back off the mattress and cried out as his cock penetrated me. My inner muscles clenched around him, and he moaned. He was so big, and he felt so fucking good.
“You’re so tight,” he said, cupping my cheeks and looking at me. He rolled his hips forward, driving all of him into all of me. My blood turned to liquid fire. My body was so hot. Never had I been this turned on in my life. Never had I wanted something so bad in my life.
He kissed me again, swallowing my moans as he withdrew half his cock and thrust it back in. Again and again. My hands were on his back, feeling those back muscles flex as he fucked me. I groaned when he hit a sensitive spot, my fingers curling inwards. I dug my fingernails into his back, but he didn’t seem to care. I didn’t care either. All that mattered was the exquisite feeling of his cock, his lips, his hands. Him. Me and him.
“Harder,” I moaned when I felt his lips leaving mine. “Fuck me harder.”
His eyes went wide, and he increased his intensity, slamming into me with abandon. I cried out, sinking my teeth into his shoulder to muffle my cries in case all of Manhattan could hear me.
“I’m going to come,” I screamed into his skin.
“Don’t.” He slowed down his thrust and I moaned in frustration. “Wait for me, baby.”
I tried to keep my orgasm at bay, but all I could manage were a few precious seconds.
“Now, Audrey. Come for me now.”
I tossed my head back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and cried out his name as my orgasm rolled through me. Kevin fucked me faster and harder as he came too, all his muscles tensing then releasing in a built-up fury. My inner walls tightened even more around him as his cock jerked inside of me.
As the orgasm wrecked my entire frame, turning my bones into liquid, I dug my nails deeper into his back and curled my toes inward. Everything became blurry. The beautiful moment soon passed, and Kevin slumped on top of me seconds later.
He was still inside of me. I smiled at the thought as he pecked my forehead.
“That was great,” he said, his dimples showing. Fuck, I loved that smile. Especially with the look his messy hair gave him.
“Yeah,” I agreed, pecking him on the lips and then biting down on his lower lips. He chuckled, and I giggled.
He went for my neck, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. “Say it again.”
“Say what?” I moaned, trying to keep my eyes open but failing. It just felt too good. Especially when he tickled the spot above my right collarbone.
“My name. Say it again.”
“No.”
He ran his tongue along a pulse on my neck, sending a thrill through me. I giggled but then gasped and arched my back when he went for the spot again. How did he know? Did I give it away just now?
“I’m going to make you come again if that’s what it takes.”
“Fine.” I laughed. Our laughter blended and he raised his head to look at me.
“Kevin,” I said, smiling.
He pecked my lips. “Good girl.”
Kevin rolled off me and discarded the condom.
Was it over already? Tonight?
I sat up and fluffed out my messy sex hair, looking over when I felt the bed dip as he settled beside me.
He pressed a hand on my stomach, applying a bit of pressure. I let him lay me on my back, giggling as he drew doodles on my stomach.
“You were lovely in bed, Audrey,” he said, his blue gaze so mesmerizing. “You were so... lively.”
I said nothing, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed despite the fact that we just fucked and that dirty talk was normal. I recalled the words I had said and how I had acted when he was on me. It was just... I had never been this primal with anyone before.
I remembered his tattoo. He didn’t stop me as I reached out to touch the blue ink that was written in italics on his skin. “Modeerf,” I mouthed, and looked at him. “Is this French?”
“Spell it backward.”
It took me a moment. “Freedom?” I said.
“Yeah. I got this when I was young and wild.” He looked away and smiled. “I know it’s stupid, but I thought it was cool back then. I don’t regret it now because it reminds of how stupid I was and the bad decisions I made.” He traced the words on his skin. Our fingers touched. “Seeing this every day keeps me grounded. Well, not really. I still make stupid and wild decisions.” He looked back at me, studying my eyes. “But if you don’t like it, then I can have it removed.”
I frowned and dropped my hand. “What do you mean? Why would you do that for me?”
He mirrored my frown. “Because... I don’t know. If you don’t like it, then...”
Silence.
For the third time in the same week, I prayed for a hole to open up and swallow me.
A few seconds passed and I was still in his room and not swallowed up in an eternal void.
“I should—I should go,” I said, getting to my feet.
He didn’t stop me, but I could see hurt in his blue eyes. “Audrey,” he started. I paused to listen to him.
“Yeah?”
“Stay with me? Just for tonight?”
I wanted to. I really really wanted to. But that would mean leading him on to something that couldn’t happen.
He saw my hesitation and sighed. “Nevermind. Thank you for tonight, Audrey. I was happy.”
“Thank you for everything,” I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat. I didn’t look back as I exited his room.
I found my clothes scattered everywhere in the living room. My bra was hung on top of a lamp, and my panties were in Zane’s spot on the couch. I quickly scooped them up, then searched for his clothes. They smelled exactly like him, and my heart throbbed. I neatly folded his clothes and set them on the floor in front of his closed door, even though it wasn’t locked.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to Kevin. He couldn’t hear me, but I needed to get the words out. “I... I’m so flattered that you would take a liking to someone like me. But I can’t lead you on. That would be unfair for you.” I cleared my throat. “And I—you deserve better. You deserve someone much better than me, and I know you will find her.”
