Kieran began to move the toy, pulling it out to the very tip, slowly pushing it back in, again and again. His gaze fell, and thebreath was knocked from his lungs as he watched himself fuck her with the toy.
That voice in the back of her mind, the one she was trying so hard not to hear, didn’t like that, even as a larger part of Sammie reveled in the thought of Kieran getting off to this.
“Look at me.”
Her tone was more commanding than his had been. It had become the norm for them, Kieran handing over the lead once Sammie was finally ready. It worked, came so naturally to both of them.
Kieran did look up. His eyes met hers once more, even as he continued to push the toy deeper and deeper into her, keeping the motion steady as he pumped faster.
“Fuck.” The word fell from his lips on a breath, a mirror to what Sammie could already feel building inside of her. Kieran’s cheeks were red, as she was sure her own were, and sweat dotted his forehead. His cock pressed hard against the fabric of his shorts, and Sammie thought it might be amazing if he could get off from just this.
The toy was hitting deep inside of her. Sammie began to rock gently with his motions, the shift setting off flames that licked at the base of her spine.There. Every thrust of the toy inside her was hitting the right place. She could feel her orgasm building.
The thought of getting caught, of someone coming into the brewhouse to ask a question or to swap out a blown keg, it made every beat of pleasure that crashed through her all the more delicious. They were keeping quiet, but Sammie had to bite back a moan as she tipped closer and closer to the edge.
Kieran was still watching her, just as she’d told him to. His eyes burned along her skin as he drank in her face, his lips parted as he breathed in and out. She could smell the shampoo he always used after practice, different from the one he used in his home. Warmer, sweeter, drawing Sammie in.
She knew it was a terrible idea. Maybe the worst one she’d had yet. She whispered the words anyway. “There’s no camera on us.”
A flash of confusion crossed Kieran’s expression. He slowed his motions, and Sammie had to press her lips into a line to hide a whimper. But then understanding seemed to wash over him.
Sammie was glad she didn’t have to say it. Didn’t have to ask for what she wanted.
“Are you sure?”
The vibrator hitjustright on his next movement, and Sammie nodded even as she closed her eyes and let the pleasure drown out every other voice in her mind.
No kissing on camera.
When she opened them, Kieran was still watching her. He gave a small nod of his own, and that was all the permission Sammie needed. She leaned forward, right as he began to pump the toy inside her in earnest once again.
And then Sammie kissed him.
It was hurried. A dam bursting at last. Sammie cried out against his lips as she came, her pussy clenching around the toy as her hands cupped his face. His beard was scratchy against her palms, his lips wet against her own as he kissed her back. The orgasm ripped through her, rending her body even as her heart finally tore open, spilling its contents between them.
Kieran kissed her firmly, steadily, his free hand coming up to cup the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her loose hair as he held her to him. Sammie drank him in greedily. She wanted more, more, so much more than she could rightfully expect to receive.
So Sammie would take what she could in this moment, and promise herself after that she would never again ask for more.
She had clicked off the vibrator at some point, as their kisses had turned slow, measured, a finality to them that was whollyone-sided. Because Kieran didn’t see the turmoil in her. How could he know? She’d told him she could do this, that she could handle all of it.
That hadn’t been a lie. Sammiecouldhandle the things they were doing. She could see herself thriving, putting herself out there in this new, erotic way.
She just couldn’t handle it as long ashewas involved. Her heart had cracked open, and it was finally starting to hurt. A dull, persistent pain that was seeping out from her chest, spreading to every cell. The ache she’d felt at sixteen, as she’d cried in the rain, it was nothing more than a shadow of what she felt now, as she finally broke away from the last kiss she would ever share with Kieran McCullough.
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Ivy: everything good? didn’t hear back about tonight so i’m gonna assume you’re busy, lemme know if there’s a different night you wanna meet up
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
KENNA: OUR FATHERS are fighting again
Kieran: I thought they weren’t even speaking?
Kenna: dad tried. showed up at the house again, wouldn’t leave until grant came to the door. he’s a belligerent fuck, you know this
Kieran: And it didn’t go well?
