That was a good question. For years, I’d only allowed myself a taste of what it could be with Kansas. I was so guilt-ridden about abandoning Constantine; I couldn’t even consider enjoying another man.But I had.
Constantine had chosen that for me the other night.I hadn’t even known the other man, but I had liked it.I nodded and pushed against Kansas.
“I want to feel good.”
“Good.” His hand slid up and clutched my neck. He squeezed, and I gasped, and then, in one quick motion, he grabbed my necklace and ripped it off me.At that exact same moment, he slid a finger inside me, as if staking his claim.
I gasped as he thrust it in and out. I tried to turn but he wouldn’t let me. He pressed his cock harder into my back and continued fucking me with his finger.
“I want you,” I gasped, shoving his hand away. Quickly, I reached for my panties and shoved them down to my ankles. “Please.” I spun quickly and reached for his jeans. I pulled at his belt and he grinned wickedly. I tried to pull at his belt and he grinned.
“I love greedy Eisley, but if you remove my belt, I’ll spank you with it.”
I paused, unsure of how I felt about that. Would I like that?
“Good girl.” Kansas pinched my chin. “Now turn back around.”
I did so, and he pushed on my back.
“Bend over and spread your legs.”Pushing my skirt up, he revealed my ass to the empty greenhouse. I heard the clink of him undoing his belt and the tell-tale sound of his zipper. He stepped back, and I tilted my head to see him pulling his shirt off. He put his hands on my hips, centering my focus again. I turned forward and closed my eyes. A moment later, the familiar feel of a soft cock head was pressed against my lips.
“I’m not using a condom,” he growled. “You’re going to feel every fucking inch of me, skin on skin.”My stomach fluttered excitedly. Why was that so hot? I stood on my tip toes, and he aimed his cock further against my pussy, and slowly, began pushing inside me.I gasped as I was stretched with every inch.He dipped his fingers between my legs, finding my clit and swirling my arousal. I moaned as I was soon lost in the feeling of being so full.
It felt incredible.Here, with Kansas, knowing anyone could walk in at any time and catch us.He began to move, slow at first, and the more I responded with quick pants and loud moans, the faster he pounded, and as I was reaching my peak, he slowed, and my body cried.
“Not yet, princess,” he purred and slowly continued fucking me.He tugged on my hair, and I moaned loudly. Then, his rhythm shifted, and he was pounding his cock into me harder, but slower, like a hammer. My body exploded into a million tiny, hot electric pieces.
Kansas kissed my neck and then picked up the pace, tugging on my hair so hard it stung, but in the most erotic of ways. I wanted him to pull harder as he fucked me.And then, he groaned and stiffened. His cock pulsed inside me as he found his release. He then scrambled to put his shirt back on and raise his pants, and I searched the floor for my underwear.
We intertwined our hands and walked toward the exit of the greenhouse. My arms were empty, but my body was full, and the euphoria I felt after coming made me temporarily not care about my flowers. Suddenly, the doors burst open from the outside.
“What a performance,” Emi said, clapping, as she stepped into the greenhouse.
Rule 42 - Eisley
It’s always the best friend.
“Were you watching us?”
Emi raised her phone and waved it. “Free porn, who doesn’t like that?” She stepped further in and looked around, shaking her head. “There are cameras everywhere, you know that, right?”
I did now.
“Why did you destroy my bat flowers?” I demanded.
She blinked and tried to feign shock, but I knew my best friend. That was her lying face. “What do you mean?”
“You ripped them up from their roots and then shredded them!” Tears flooded my eyes again. “All because what? I wanted Micah to turn himself in?”
“Micah,” she repeated his name, “is on his last leg with his dad. They can’t know it was him who supplied us the other night because he’ll stop paying for his car and school and everything else.”
“But Constantine has to sit in jail for it.”
“He’s sitting in jail because he’s a creep who probably did murder Spencer and Soleil. I mean, isn’t it suspicious that people started dying as soon as he came into town?”
“Or someone who lives here is using it as a great diversion,” Kansas suggested.We both turned to him as if remembering he was here.
“No one would do that,” Emi insisted. “Everyone in Shelley Vale is good people.”
