I want…
I need…a release, and I find myself begging for it. Without words, I beg a man I’ve known for barely a day to offer me that sweet release with his touch, rocking up to slide my sex faster over his hungry tongue.
It’s so close.
“Please,” I whimper, my entire body trembling as I brace for the feeling. “Kyle,please.”
White, blinding light flashes over my eyelids when he suckles at my clit, sending the heat in my tummy exploding and spreadingthrough my body. I scream. My toes curl with pleasure and my flesh squeezes intensely under him but he doesn’t let up. His mouth keeps sucking the bud through the explosion. My stomach heaves, even as the rest of me trembles and it seems to last forever.
I’m still trembling when he pulls back and I find myself turned to my side. Kyle settles behind me and I hear shuffling as he yanks his shorts down, and then his cock is sliding between my thighs, rubbing at my already too sensitive clit. He grips my hip, his breathing heavy as he thrusts between my thighs, rubbing against me but not pushing inside, moving faster.
“Your pussy feels so good against my cock, baby,” he pants into the back of my neck, his hips moving fast. “Feel how you make me hard? You’re so goddamn hot!”
“Oh God,” I whimper as fire starts building in my sex again, every brush of his cock against my clit only fueling the fire.
His hips slap against my ass cheeks as he rocks harder, sliding his hand up under my T-shirt again and cupping my breast. My breath catches in my throat when he pinches at my nipple, and suddenly I’m climaxing again. I cry out, locking my thighs tightly as my sex pulses with pleasure, and I feel the man behind me tense just seconds before I feel wet heat coating my skin.
“Fuuuck!” he growls, rocking his hips as his cum wets my thighs. He shudders hard against me before going still, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
A part of me expects him to jump back and react the way he did in the hot tub, using Knox to create a distance between us, so I’m surprised when he strokes my arm and I feel the press of his lips on my neck. “Are you okay?” he rasps, pouring lazy kisses over my neck and shoulder. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”
When I don’t immediately respond, he grabs my shoulders and turns me to face him. I blush at the stickiness between my thighs as I search his face in the dark. “You didn’t scare me,” I say, thankful for the cover of darkness even as I wish I could see his face and read his expression.
Kyle pulls away from me and I hear him climb off the bed and out of the room. He comes back and I gasp when I feel a towel between my legs, cleaning me before pulling my clothes back into place. My cheeks are burning and I’m thankful that he doesn’t turn on the lights even when he turns to leave again. He’s gone for less than five minutes before he comes back and lies down beside me.
Something settles in my chest when he pulls me against him. I’ve never slept in the same bed with a man before, and this feels oddly nice. I burrow into him, sighing when he starts stroking my hair.
“You’re so beautiful, Viv,” he whispers, his mouth brushing over my forehead. “Tell me I can have you again, sweetheart. Even if it’s just for the duration of this trip?”
I don’t even have to think about my answer. “You can have me.”
For much longer than this trip, I want to add, but I keep my mouth firmly shut.
For the first time in years, I find myself giving in to sleep without much worry. I don't have to worry about my mother’s boyfriend slipping into my room and bed like he attempted to do when I was sixteen. He only got as far as touching my thigh before I screamed and shot out of the room. After that, I started sleeping with the dresser pushed against the door, but even then I always slept fitfully.
I shiver at the memory of that night and all that followed, and Kyle must mistake it for a chill because he wraps his hands tighter around me. Warming more than just my body.
With a sigh, I allow myself to fall.
Chapter Four
Kyle
She let me touch her.
I can’t believe Vivi let me get close enough to touch her silky-smooth skin and taste the sweetness of her lips. The honey between her legs. It’s such an addictive taste, one I haven’t stopped thinking about all morning.
It’s tempting. So fucking tempting to pull over on the side of the road and reenact every moment of last night without the cover of darkness, but I can’t do that. Stopping would mean delaying the journey further, and we’re already behind schedule. We were supposed to leave this morning so we’d make it to our next stop, Denver, before nightfall, but I couldn’t bring myself to wake Vivienne.
Instead, I spent the entirety of the morning watching her sleep, questioning how someone as gorgeous as her could be a virgin. Untouched. Unclaimed.
I felt it in the kiss last night. In the hot tub.
Her innocence.
From the awkward and unsure way she returned my kiss, it was glaringly obvious that she’d never been kissed before. And fuck if that doesn’t turn me on!
I had meant for that penalty kiss to be something simple, a way to prove to myself that I could be attracted to a woman without crossing the line, but the second my lips touched her tightly closed mouth, I wanted to be the one to give Vivienne her first real kiss.
