I don’t even notice Kennedy has moved until his husky voice fills my ear.
“That was so fucking hot.” His body blankets mine, and he grabs one of my legs to wrap around his waist. Kennedy grinds down into me, rutting his hard cock against my softening one. “You have no idea … how crazy … you make me …”
His thrusts get faster, firmer, and I tug his mouth down to meet mine again. When his tongue dips between my lips, I taste myself, and the satisfaction that brings catches me by surprise.There’s something deeply possessive about knowing he just drank my cum.
He feeds me the kind of unhinged groan that only comes from being close, so I fumble my way to his nipple. As soon as I find it, I pinch it gently, over and over, until Kennedy stiffens above me.
His moan is long and loud as he comes, his release painting my stomach and landing in my groin. The wetness seeps into my skin as I lie there, and Kennedy, instead of breaking the kiss, only deepens it. His weight sags against me until I’m being swallowed by the mattress.
And I love every second of it.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
KENNEDY
Ifeel incredible. The happy, buzzy feelings are making me sleepy, and while it would be easy to drift off, I need to clean up after myself first.
A satisfied sigh leaves me as I roll my legs off the bed and then disappear into the bathroom for a washcloth. As I’m rinsing it under the tap, I catch sight of myself in the mirror, and I couldn’t be happier with what I see. Messy hair, bright eyes, relaxed expression—all markers of really good sex.
I have no idea where that sex came from, but Ziggy was into it, and I was into it, andgoddamn, I was caught off guard by how hard I blew my load.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Ziggy is still spread across the bed, robe open, streaks of cum glistening on his skin, and the whole scene in the dim lamplight makes my mouth go dry. He’s beautiful.
He tips his head my way, hair falling over his face, and watches me approach. Like always, he’s silent as I reach across him and drag the cloth over his skin, his stomach twitching atthe contact. I take my time, making sure he’s clean, spending probably more time than I need to at the piercing through his tip. I’m not opposed to doing this all night, but he’s clean too soon, and then I have to move on to cleaning myself.
I know I need to tell him that it was great and make sure he’s not overthinking since he won’t say anything himself, but my brain is bobbing around in happy vibes, and my mouth won’t move.
Did I intend to be friends who fuck with Ziggy? Not at all. I think he might be the first attractive person I’ve met who I didn’t immediately try to date. Normally, I meet someone, fold myself backward to impress them, ask them out … and then crash and burn shortly afterward.
With Ziggy, it’s been easy. Spending time with him isn’t something I overthink. He’s him, and I’m me, and it works.
So how does sleeping together change that?
This high I’m enjoying slowly fades to a normal level. I ditch the washcloth in the bathroom, and after hesitating in front of the mirror again, I do up my robe before heading back out there.
He still hasn’t moved, so to avoid me being tempted into a round two, I lean in and kiss him softly while I close his robe as well.
“I can’t think while your dick is out,” I murmur.
His soft laugh brushes my lips as I pull back again. Then I settle on the bed, and he moves up to sit next to me.
We look at each other for too long to be normal, but it’s unnervingly comfortable with him.
“That was very fun and very surprising,” I say, testing to see if he’ll give me more information.
His smile is brief, and I’m shocked when he speaks. “It was my first time.”
His first … I stare at him as those words sink in. Well,sort ofsink in. “In a hotel room?”
“All of it.”
All.Allof it. The kissing and the sex and the hotel room and and and … Ziggy is fucking gorgeous, and he didn’t come across as inexperienced. I mean, he came as soon as my mouth was on him, but I assumed it had been a while. Nottwenty-eight years.
“Huh.” My brain isn’t coming up with more words than that.
“Sorry.”
