“Ummm,” I moaned. Kier strummed my clit while his dick stroked my walls. Then I screamed in pleasure as Kier struck me on my ass. WHACK
“You hear me, Si?” Kier’s grip tightened on my waist. Another foreign reaction hit me as tears of pleasure slipped from my eyes.
“Yesss.” I whimpered, making Kier strike me again.
“Say it!”
“I won’t le... let nobody- ohhhh, baby,” I moaned, unable to finish.
“Let nobody what, Si?”
Kier pummeled into me as he held me in place. Methodically, Kier hit my g spot, over and over. I cried out to him, flooded with the many sensations he was giving me. I collapsed on the bed as my orgasm took over me. Kier’s breathing turned uneven against my neck while his body stayed wrapped around mine as if he couldn’t get close enough. Kier fell on me, spreading my legs wide and plunging into me further. I could barely take him, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“I ain’t forgot. Say it.”
“My body belongs to you, baby. Nobody will touch or taste me ever again.”
“Fuckin right!” He groaned. Kier stroked me over and over until I came a third time, while he released for the first time.
I turned over onto my back while Kier hovered above me, his locs hanging loosely over my face and sweat glistening across his chest and shoulders. His breathing was heavier now, slower than before, but his eyes still carried that same intensity every time they relaxed on me. Kier brushed my hair away from my face gently before leaning down to kiss me again, softer this time. Part of me knew he was appreciating the damage he’d done.
My body still trembled beneath him while his hand slid slowly along my waist, almost soothing after everything he’d just pulled from me. Kier took one of my nipples into his mouth, tugging at it gently with his teeth before looking back up at me with a satisfied smirk resting on his lips.
“It’s gonna be a long night, Si.”
He warned me.
twelve
. . .
Intimacy changed us.Maybe it was because we’d finally stopped pretending the attraction between us could be ignored. Or maybe it was because, after giving each other every vulnerable piece we’d been holding back, everything else suddenly came easy. We laughed and teased each other more. Even the silences felt different because the pressure to impress disappeared. We simply existed together, and somehow that became my favorite part of the trip.
Today, like the others, I thought the plan was simple: pool, music, and nothing too productive. I just knew it was set in stone once he begged me to put on this pink swimsuit. But no, Kier had disappeared to “check one email” almost an hour ago, leaving me stretched across one of the loungers all alone. I glanced toward the house again before giving up on waiting.
“Five minutes,” I mumbled to myself. “He’s a five minute lie.”
Barefoot, I wandered back inside. The house was quiet enough that I could hear the air conditioning and my own footsteps against the floors. I checked the kitchen first, then the living room. He was nowhere to be found.
“Kier?” I called, but still no answer.
A melody drifted from somewhere farther down the hallway. Curious, I followed it until I reached a door that had been closed every other time I’d walked past it. I never questioned what was behind it. The door stood cracked open now. I eased it open another inch.
Kier sat alone in front of an enormous mixing console, one elbow resting on the arm of his chair while the other hand navigated between buttons and knobs with an ease that told me he’d done this thousands of times before. The room was darker than the rest of the house, illuminated mostly by computer screens and thin strips of recessed lighting tucked into the ceiling. Studio monitors lined the walls. Framed platinum records and photographs hung throughout the room, but somehow they weren’t what caught my attention.
I was in complete awe of him.
His head bobbed with the rhythm while one finger tapped against the armrest. Every few seconds, he’d stop the record, back it up a few measures, adjust something truly too small for me to notice, then listen again from the exact same spot. It fascinated me that he could hear the difference when everything sounded perfect to me.
He was focused, and the music completely consumed him. It was indescribable how attractive he became when he forgot the rest of the world existed.
“You gon’ stand there all day?”
I gasped, laughing under my breath. “You knew I was here?”
“You’ve been staring at me for at least three minutes.”
“So you ignored me?”
