“I don’t know; everything. Not sure why this is the first thing coming to my mind, but I missed your cold hands.” He goes silent for half a second, “I missed hanging out with you, cuddling, being stupid. You don’t know how many times I wished you were with me just so we could both laugh our asses off at something. I liked when you’d call me and tell me about your horrible people watching, though. You’re so bad at it,” he says, arm tightening around me, “I don’t understand how you people watched for three weeks and the best thing you saw was someone fall asleep and drool at the library. Come on, Kenny, you can do better than that–it was finals week! Don’t even get me started on how–”
“Shhhhhhh.” My hands find his chin and inch up his face until I’m lightly covering his mouth, my top half resting over his torso, legs tangled up together. “You have to be quieter.”
He brings his other arm around me, holding me tight to his chest, then gently nips at the palm of my hand over his mouth, causing me to whip my hand back with surprise. “Sorry, baby,” he whispers, voice gravely and deep, “I’ll be so quiet,” he intimates, dragging out the wordsoto an absurd degree. It should not cause my center to clench with heat like it does.
There's an instant atmospheric shift between us: silence so loud there’s a slight ringing in my ears and darkness so complete I can’t see him at all, but it’s like I can sense him. I find my way to his mouth and press my lips to his. He kisses me back, slow and lazy, gently pushing his tongue into my mouth while he runs both hands up my back, over my shoulders, and backdown again. My fingertips are tingling as I run them through his soft hair, body thrumming with awareness of him under me, of all the places he’s touching me: one hand gripping my ass cheek, the other arm banded over my lower back, hard length trapped between us. One of his muscular thighs is shoved between my legs, pressing into my center and against my slit.
In the darkness he explores. Hands skimming and kneading over every part of me he can reach, almost like he’s trying to feel the shape of me through the inkiness we’re surrounded in. I shift over him until I’m straddling him fully, sitting up, balancing myself with both hands on his chest.
No words are exchanged when I grip his shirt and pull, clumsily trying to take it off him. He helps me, hands gently bumping mine out of the way so he can sit up and take it off. His shirt lands on the floor with a quiet thunk. He finds my thighs, then my stomach, fingers fumbling for the edge of my shirt, lifting it off and tossing it on the floor too.
I grab both of his wrists and bring his hands to my breasts, core pulsing when his breathing hitches. He finds the ends of my piercings, circling my nipples with the pads of his thumbs. My nipples have never felt more sensitive than they do right now, holy shit. I can’t stop the inhale of breath when I feel the hot press of his tongue against my breast, teasing me, pleasure amplified in this darkness.
“I have a condom in my suitcase” I whisper, my voice slicing through the silence.
“I have a condom in my pocket.”
“Give it to me,” I say as quietly as I can, lips against his jaw.
He plops back down on his back, jostling around my legs to find the opening to his pocket until a foil packet is pressed into the hand I have resting over his sternum.
“Do you have your phone?”
“Yeah, I’ll turn it off, hang on, it's in my other pocket.”
I swing my leg up and roll off him, the sound of sheets rustling almost louder than my voice. “No,” I say, lifting my hips, and kicking my bottoms off next to him, “I trust you.” And I do. I know deep down there is no world in which Will would abuse my trust. “And I need the light so I can put the condom on you.”
He makes a low groan in response to my words. A few seconds later his cock is hard and resting against his belly, illuminated by the phone in his hand, flashlight aimed toward his lap, casting harsh shadows over his face.
My breathing deepens, fear creeping into my chest at the sight of the phone in his hands. I swallow, forcing myself to ask the question, “Is the flashlight on from a video?”
The hand not holding his phone pushes some of my hair back and cups the side of my face as he answers with a tender and near silent, “No, baby, it's just a flashlight.”
I breathe in through my nose, nodding. I believe him, I really do.
Pushing through the anxiety thumping behind my ribs, my hands are shaking a little as I rip open the condom packet and roll it down his cock. Before I have a chance to say anything or make a comment, the light is gone, blanketing us in black once more before I hear the hard thunk of his phone landing on top of his clothes next to the side of the bed.
We bump heads reaching for each other before settling in our usual position of me on top. His entire body tenses, fingers pressing hard into my ass cheeks when I cant my hips forward, coating the underside of his cock with my pussy. I inch forward, finding his tip, lifting my hips up just enough for me to reach between us and notch him at my entrance. I sink down, taking him slowly, paying attention to the sound of every breath until I’m seated fully atop him.
I lower myself over his chest, draping my body over his. He clutches me, handfuls of my thighs, keeping me in place as he nudges his hips forward, cock stroking inside me. He’s barely moving–just tiny little thrusts of his hips, holding his breath, doing everything in his power to remain as quiet as possible, ratcheting me higher and higher. My face is buried in his neck so I start licking and kissing before dipping my chin and moving my lips to his chest, sucking hard over the spot where his collar bone fades into his shoulder. He lets out a choked breath, his hand threading into the back of my hair, holding me to his chest, the other pushing my hips down, keeping his cock buried inside me. He eases his grip on my hair so I lick across his throat, moving to the other side of his chest as he keeps nudging his cock forward, barely moving, making almost no sound save for a few barely audible groans.
We’re pressed together in a way that causes my clit to grind against the base of him every time he moves, sensations amplifying and building in the dark with every pulse forward. I kiss and nibble and suck all over his chest and neck loving the way his breath shakes as my mouth works over him. He thrusts one more slow pump upwards and I orgasm. Fast and hard, clenching and pulsing around his hard shaft, warm pleasure expanding out until I have to press my face into his skin to muffle the whine coming out of me. He shudders underneath me, gasping for air as he comes into the condom, fingers digging into my skin, arms tight and strong keeping me in place as he fully thrusts in and out of me through his release.
We kiss, lazy and sweet, for a few moments until I roll off him. He swings his legs off the bed, moving around until the flashlight from his phone is flicking over the floor of the room.
He quickly stuffs his feet through his pants then whips his head back and forth, looking for his shirt, apparently giving upwhen he can’t find it after a few seconds. He leans forward on both hands to whisper in my ear, "I'll be right back.”
He pads out of my room with surprising stealth. He returns the same way he entered: kicking the bedpost and blinding me with a light, waking me back up with a jolt of adrenaline.
“Did you have to blind me again? You knew it was my room!”
“Sorry,” he chuckles behind me, sliding under the covers, “That time was an accident.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kennedy
Idon’t expect to wake up to Will still being in my bed, but I have to admit I’m a little disappointed when I roll over to find it huge and empty. I dress and head downstairs to the smell of bacon and pancakes already being cooked, butterflies in my stomach because we’re about to tell everyone that Will and I are dating.
