I always knew Kennedy made me feel good.
Platonically. Romantically.
But I never would have picked this.
This deep hunger that’s settled in my gut as I willingly let him do whatever he wants to me. I trust him to make me feel good, to know what I like, to hold me and build me up and help me discover all these amazing things I’ve never experienced before.
The pressure in my cock swells, my brain cuts out, and then twitches take over my whole body as I come. I pant my way through it, riding out wave after wave that pass over me, hovering in that sheen of an orgasm for a moment before it slowly seeps away.
Kennedy releases my balls and disappears from between my legs. Before I can look back at what he’s doing, he presses gently against my lower back until I’m leaning over the couch.
“Yeah, like that,” he gasps, the sounds of him jerking off filling the room. He grips my ass with one hand, spreading it open, and his exhale hitches. “So fucking hot.”
I look back over my shoulder, watching as he jacks himself, hard and fast, gaze locked on my ass. He grunts, muscles tightening, then redirects his cock right as he releases. Warm ropes of his cum cover my back, and the sigh he lets out when he’s finished is full of satisfaction.
His thumb skims my sensitive hole, and then he pulls me up so he can wrap his arms around me.
“How was that?” he murmurs by my ear.
Mind-blowing. I take his hand and help him rub my release into my front, head resting back on his shoulder. I’m so relaxed and satiated that I don’t want to move.
Ever.
“I ran out of breath at one point and still didn’t want to stop,” he says, hips nudging forward until his half-hard cock nestles between my cheeks. “You have the sexiest little hole I’ve ever tasted.”
I might be inexperienced, but even I know this is all just sex talk. It doesn’t stop me from feeling amazing though.
My clean hand reaches back to slide through his hair as his lips trail down my neck.
“Next time.” His voice has taken on a husky tone. “I want to fuck you.” He rolls his hips against mine. “Can I?”
“Yes.” I don’t need to think about this one. Even being here with him doesn’t take away that deep ache for him. To be closer. To claim him.
The answer will always be more.
“I can’t wait.” He leaves one last kiss on my shoulder, then pulls away. It’s a warm night, but without his body against mine, everything feels cold. “Come on, I’ll wash you before I head home.”
And with his hands on me under the water, I forget to feel disappointed.
It’s not until much later, under a darkness that not even the moon can cut through, that doubts find their way back in.
Everything floods back to me, and without the fog of horniness, I question every little thing. Every sound I made. How I straddled him. If I was good enough.
I’msurehe enjoyed it.
But the loneliness strangling me questions that certainty until morning.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
KENNEDY
As soon as I wake the next morning, I get up, change, then head downstairs for the keys. It’s not until the cool metal is in my hand that I remind myself to stop.
I only saw him last night.
I won’t be too eager.
