I sucked passionately until I provided the intensityhewanted.
I stroked his balls until his moan gave the satisfactionIwanted.
Kier groaned, guiding me down further, triggering my gag reflexes. He pumped into my mouth, and it felt like his dick grew right along with his nut.
“Ohhhh, FUCK!”
“Mmhhhh.” I moaned with a mouth full of his seed, as he released.
Kier’s breathing hadn’t quite settled by the time I tied the strings of my bathing suit back together. The studio was quieter now, and I smiled to myself.
“Okay,” I said, clapping my hands together once. “Let’s go.”
“Si... what?” He let out a tired laugh. “You done stole the soul out a nigga. Give me a minute.”
“You can have your minute in the pool.” I pointed toward the door. “Chop chop.”
He shook his head, laughing under his breath before giving my cheeks a playful smack as I walked past.
“Bossy.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
Still smiling, he turned back toward the console to save his session and power everything down. Once the last monitor went dark, he reached for my hand.
“C’mon, man.”
Together, we left the studio behind and headed for the pool.
Scottsdale was interesting,considering what I had experienced with him so far. We barely left the house, and it wasn’t because there wasn’t anything to do. We just didn’t feel the need to. The only time we stepped out was for the tour through the Grand Canyon and Sedona, and even that felt more like something we shared, rather than something we did. The rest of the time, we stayed in, and somehow that said more than any big plans could have.
There was no pressure or outside noise. We weren’t bum-rushed by paparazzi watching us or trying to figure out where I fit. It was just us, and that forced me to see things for what they really were. Kier didn’t make me feel like I had to keep up with him or prove anything. He made space for me without making it obvious. He paid attention in ways that were natural, like he actually saw me and proceeded accordingly.
I wasn’t second-guessing everything I said or replaying conversations in my head after the fact. And that was the part that got me. Somewhere in between the quiet mornings and the long nights, we navigated around each other like we had known each other for a while. I stopped trying to keep my distance. I let my guard down in ways I hadn’t planned to. I got used to him. Used to how he made me feel when it was just us. And whether I wanted to admit it or not, I had fallen for him.
Completely.
thirteen
. . .
When we landed in Houston,my entire mood changed. It was loud, much louder than the solitude I experienced in the few weeks we were in Scottsdale. My anxiety was at an all-time high as we drove to the place we’d be staying. There was traffic, cars darting in and out, tall buildings, and humidity. It was all overwhelming. Kier didn’t say much on the way over. He greeted our driver, then met me in the back seat. I rested on his chest as we drove along the route.
“Is this a rental or your home?” I asked as we pulled into the driveway.
“It’s mine.”
“I love it.”
“Thanks, baby, come see the rest.”
Kier helped me out of the car, and we walked hand in hand to the door. When I stepped in slowly, my eyes traveled across the room, taking it in piece by piece. The details said more than anything else. This place was lived in for sure, and it was good to get a different glimpse of Kier’s personality.
“Babe, did you decorate yourself?”
“Nah, I had an interior decorator. I picked out that art piece right there and told her to build the room around it.”
I nodded lightly, walking around at my own pace. My fingers brushed the back of one of the chairs as I passed. Kier came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me on my neck. “You want to take a quick shower before we head out?”
