He kisses me softly. “Stay the night.”
“I will. I need a shower, though.”
“I’ll join you.”
I smile, feeling more content than I have in a long time. It would have been easier to fall for another Greenlight agent. Someone I already had inherent trust with. But opening myself up to Nix and feeling secure in his feelings for me is so much better.
He’s got a lot to lose by being with me, but here we are. He wants me anyway. It feels good to be wanted just as I am. I’m not a dirty secret or a means to an end for him.
I’m risking a lot by putting myself on the line this way, but I have no choice. I fell, and he caught me. I just hope what we have will be worth holding on to for him when the shit hits the fan…because thatwillhappen.
18
Phoenix
When Kennedyfinally slinks out of bed and gets dressed, she leans over and kisses me. “I have to run. I’ll call you later.” Her eyes search mine, waiting for my approval.
I pull her down on top of me, needing and wanting more of her mouth before she leaves. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I plunge my tongue between her sweet lips and take without remorse. Her tiny hands press into my chest, her fingernails causing a ripple through my system with their delicious bite.
“Nix,” she moans and starts to push away. “I’m late,” she whispers against my lips.
My grip tightens in her hair, pulling her face back enough so I can see it in its entirety. “It’s only nine, Ken. Stay a while.” My gaze drifts to her cleavage that’s spilling out of her V-neck sweater as she presses against my chest.
“I can’t.”
Releasing her, I groan my dissatisfaction. “Who the hell does business at this hour?”
She rights herself, adjusting her fabulous tits, but the damage is done. “Most of the world is working right now,” she says, running her hands over her hair and smoothing out the mess I made when her eyes zero in on my morning wood.
I pull myself into a seated position, resting my back against the headboard, and let the sheet fall away. “The world doesn’t know the pleasure they’re missing out on.”
“Although I’d love nothing more than to stay here and suck your cock…” She pauses, licking her lips in a teasing fashion, knowing full well what she’s doing to me. “I haven’t been home in a week, and I need to get some shit done.”
I wrap a hand around my stiff cock, slowly stroking myself as I gaze at her. “You’re going to miss out on one helluva fuck, Ken.”
Her eyes darken, and her tongue sweeps across her top lip. “Nix,” she whispers huskily. “You don’t play fair.”
A smile slides across my face as I pump harder, squeezing my cock and moaning. “You can be twenty minutes late. Can’t you?”
She’s mindlessly stroking her cleavage with her eyes fixed on my dick. “I can do twenty.” Her voice is soft but filled with want.
She sheds her clothes, folds them in a pile, and places them next to the bed before straddling me. Wrapping my arm around her back, I pull her breasts to my face and take her already puckered nipple between my lips, running my tongue along the tip slowly. My hand dips between us and grazes her clit as I slide two fingers through her wetness. “Always so willing and wet,” I murmur against her skin. When I push them inside her, she moans her appreciation as my palm rubs against her sensitive nub and creates the right amount of friction to have her rocking against me.
“Fuck me, Nix,” she says, her pussy clenching tightly around my fingers. “I ache to have you inside me again.”
But instead of sticking my cock in her, I suck harder and fuck her more intensely with my fingers until she’s quaking in my arms, on the verge of orgasm.
She’s writhing against me. Moaning so loud I’m sure my windows are rattling and begging for it. “I need your cock,” she pleads, digging her fingernails into my shoulder.
Done with foreplay and on the edge myself with the way she’s squirming against my dick, I remove my fingers and quickly replace them with my hard, throbbing cock. As I slide it in, a jolt of pleasure flows throughout my body and I still. This girl has me ready to explode by the way she moans my name and squeezes the life out of my dick with her pussy.
But instead of letting me control the movement, she starts to rock against me. Slowly at first then she picks up speed. I keep my mouth against her breasts, moving between them as if my life depends on them for survival. I’m lost in her. Lost in the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock, stroking it with her velvety insides.
My arm tightens when her pussy clamps down, her back bows backward, and she stills. I feel her orgasm building like a riptide inside of her, and I use my hips to thrust upward, tipping us both over the edge. There isn’t a single sound as we come with so much force it feels as if even the air is sucked out the room like a vacuum.
When we both blink away the early morning sex haze, we don’t detangle from each other at first. She stares at me and I stare at her, both of us wondering how we got here. I can see it in her eyes. I know how I got here. My cock led me astray, making me want someone I probably shouldn’t. I still didn’t know enough about Kennedy to really fall into bed with her so easily, but sometimes thought goes right out the window.
“Will I see you at the club later?” she asks and crawls toward the end of the bed, where her clothes now lie.
