“What are you doing?” I ask stupidly. My cock has gone from happy to fucking exhilarated, and if I have to deal with a bruiseandblue balls, I think I may evaporate on the spot.
“Orgasms help with pain, as you so sweetly proved to me.” She regards me, the need in her eyes sending shivers up my spine. Without looking away, she grasps my length, her hand slowly gliding up and down. “Unless you feel fine and?—”
“I’m in excruciating pain,” I quickly agree, my abdominal muscles clenched, spine already tingling. “Dire, immediate, unbearable pain.”
“Should I call Fallon for tips on how to help?” She wets her lips. “Or am I doing okay?”
“No. I mean yes,” I grunt. A spark of pain radiates through my leg, but it’s overshadowed quickly by the bolt of need that races through me. “You’re—doing fine.”
“Just fine?” She traps her lower lip between her teeth. “I’m an overachiever, Cameron. I can do much better than fine.”
She gives me the most beguiling smile, then tilts forward, swirling her tongue around my crown. Panting already, I lean against the headboard, struggling to keep my eyes open as she inches her mouth down, cheeks hollowing.
She grips my uninjured leg for support, the other hand wrapped around my shaft, acting as an extension of her mouth.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I mumble. “That feels so fucking good.”
She takes more of me, nose pressing against the groomed hair on my groin, and a guttural groan rips through my chest.She pulls back a bit and falls into a steady rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a sinfully wet sound.
My thighs shake as she sucks me messily, her tongue working me over with each bob of her head. She looks like a fucking wet dream. Just the sight of her has me barreling dangerously close to the edge. My breathing comes in short, quick bursts as I watch my cock disappear between her perfect lips over and over again. Kennedy’s a fucking goddess when it comes to giving head, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing becauseholyfuck, but a curse because I don’t last nearly as long as I’d like to.
And I’m not ready for this to end. I wantherto feel just as good as I do, so I tug gently on her hair, pulling her away from my cock. When she straightens, she shoots me a frown, but I yank her face up to mine and dive in, tasting myself on her lips. I kiss her slow and deep, and she melts into me with a soft sound that makes every potential ounce of pain in my thigh absolutely worth it.
Before it dawns on her that sex is probablynotwhat Fallon meant when she said she trusts me to know my body, I fumble around the bedside table for a condom. I need this distraction, this release, more than any amount of rest. With one hand, I sheath myself. With the other, I yank on the hem of the shirt still covering Kennedy’s body. She laughs but helps me, pulling it over her head and sliding out of her underwear in one fluid motion.
When she’s completely naked, she lowers herself onto me. I grip her hips so I can control how close she gets to my tender thigh. We’re still for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to my size, then she clutches my chest for support, my name rolling off her tongue over and over like a broken record. I ease her down a bit more, and when she’s fully seated yet not coming into contact with the bruise, she rocks against me, her clit flush with my pelvis. I keep my grip firm, guiding her movements forward,keeping the pressure off my injury while giving my girl what she needs.
“God, riding your cock is so much better than riding your thigh.” She groans, her neck extended in pleasure.
I burst out laughing, my body shaking beneath her. Before Kennedy, I’d never laughed during sex. It was always a means to an end, chasing an orgasm rather than enjoying the experience.
I run a hand possessively over her exposed ass and palm the curve of it before pulling back and giving it a harsh slap. She gasps, her eyes flaring with surprise, but nods, urging me to do it again.
So I do, grunting as she clenches tighter around me in response. The way her body reacts, the way she seeks more… fuck, it’s intoxicating.
I pull her down into a kiss, deep and claiming, guiding her to move faster and harder. My hands stay firm on her, keeping her centered and protecting my leg while giving her the freedom to get lost in the moment, her movements becoming desperate and uncoordinated. She whimpers my name against my lips, the muffled sound so needy that it nearly undoes me.
God, everything about her is perfect. The way she trusts me, the way she takes what I give her, the way she falls apart for me. I never knew it could be like this—this raw, this real, this right. Never knew I could want someone this much and be wanted just as much in return.
“Sweetheart,” I murmur into the crook of her neck. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
Fingers tangled in the hair at my nape, she kisses me like she can’t get enough and bears down. She rocks her hips in shorter, more frantic movements, and her walls flutter around me.
“Come for me, Kennedy,” I command, voice strained. “Let me feel you, baby.”
I slap her ass again, the sound sharp in the quiet room, and she tightens like a vise around me and lets out a strangled cry. Her body goes taut, frozen for an instant before trembling as she falls apart, her orgasm crashing through her.
Every pulse and clench pushes me closer to my own orgasm, but the sight of her with her head thrown back and lips parted is what causes the knot that’s been coiling tighter and tighter in my lower abdomen to finally snap. I let go, thrusting into her as I chase my own release, her name a prayer on my lips.
When she stops pulsing, she collapses against my chest, breathing heavily, her heart pounding in tandem with mine.
She’s languid one second and stiff the next, lifting her head, eyes wide with panic. “Oh my God, Cam—your thigh. Did I hurt you? I wasn’t thinking. I just?—”
“I’m fine.” I tighten my hold on her so she can’t roll off me. I like the weight of her against me far too much. “You said it yourself. Orgasms help with pain, and that was one hell of an orgasm, baby.”
She laughs and shakes her head, molding her body against mine once again. We stay like that, tangled limbs and warm skin, until my stomach rumbles.
“I should eat,” I admit somewhat reluctantly.
