Filthy Beautiful Lust(10)

She is so stunning, my dick is already hard.

I kiss her gently at first, letting her adjust to the sensations, then  suck her lower lip into my mouth, tugging her closer. I need more.

Kylie lets out a soft groan and the throb in my pants intensifies as my cock presses uncomfortably against my zipper.

Christ, I've never been this hard from a kiss alone. At least not since  the ninth grade, when I was plotting out how to get my hand into the  front of Rachel Lundquist's jeans while we made out.

Using both hands, I hold Kylie's face as I kiss her deeply, loving the  feel of her tongue thrusting against mine. She denies me nothing, her  mouth freely moves against mine and tiny moans vibrate in her throat.

Kylie's hands begin wandering along my chest and abs and I begin praying  to any gods who will listen that she continues her path south. I know  her son is in the next room, and I know that's not what today is about,  but I'm dying to feel her delicate hands wrapped around my cock.

Rubbing her hands along my chest, Kylie steals my breath. She gingerly  touches my abs, her small hands sliding over the grooves as she  explores. Her touch is much more innocent than I'm used to, yet it feels  fucking incredible and so erotic, because I know how big of a deal this  is for her. But what she does next totally surprises me.

Kylie climbs into my lap, straddling me, and aligns her core so she's pressed against my erection.

Christ.

She's warm and sitting right against my cock.

I want to show her there's not a goddamn thing wrong with her body, and I  bring my hands to her ass and thrust up so she can feel how much I want  her.

Kylie whimpers and grips my biceps as she rubs herself against me. Her  tongue is stroking mine and I imagine what her hot mouth would feel like  around the head of my cock, what her tongue would feel like licking  along my swollen shaft and almost come in my pants.

Shit, her curvy body working against mine is a magical thing.

When I arrived here today, my goal was only to get her to trust me  –  now  my goal is to make her come. I want to hear her moan out my name and  know that I'm the man taking care of her.

I'd never gone this slow with a woman, but suddenly I'm starting to see  the merits in taking my time, in letting her get comfortable and control  the pace.

I can't resist bringing my hands to her breasts. They are soft and lush  and most definitely fucking real. When my thumbs graze her nipples, she  chokes on a groan.

"Pace … What are we doing?" she asks, her voice breathless and husky. Her hips still against mine.

No, no, no. Don't question it.

"Shh … Don't think. Just come," I tell her. I pluck her nipples through  the thin cotton dress she's wearing and feel them harden. Kylie whimpers  and buries her face against my neck. Her hips thrust up and down  against me.

Yes, that's it.

Despite us both being clothed, her movements mimic her riding my dick and I feel like I'm about to explode.

I love the way her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, and the breathy  cries she makes when I graze her nipples. If she doesn't get off soon,  I'm going to come in my pants, which would not be cool.

I kiss the side of her neck, the dip in her throat. "Does that feel good?" I ask.

"Yes," she breathes. "Oh God, Pace. I think I'm going to … "

"Fuck yeah. That's it, angel."

She's found her rhythm and bounces against me, grinding her hips as she  lifts and lowers. I bite down on my cheek, cursing out my cock. The  bastard better behave and not embarrass me.

I caress her nipples through the fabric of her dress and bra, wishing it  was my tongue teasing them rather than my fingers. I want to taste her  pussy, and watch her come undone, I want to thrust inside her slow and  deep until she gasps. I want so much more with her, but I will settle  for this moment – because I know this is huge.                       
       
           



       

"Pace … Pace … " she breathes out, pushing her fingers into my hair.

"That's right. Come for me." I give her nipples a tug and Kylie comes apart, trembling as the orgasm hits her.

She breathes out my name a final time and we kiss until she stops spasming.

We sit like that together, her in my lap, our heartbeats pounding together, and nothing has ever felt more right.

After a moment, she scrambles off my lap and buries her face in her  hands. "Oh my God, I can't believe I just did that. I'm sorry. I don't  know what came over me. I haven't had attention from a man in such a  long time, I just … "

I press a finger over her lips quieting her. "Stop. First of all, that  was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen." Her getting herself off  by humping my dick? Yeah, that was better than any porn video. "And  second, I like that you haven't been with a man in a while. I like that  you're cautious. You're smart. And you're beautiful. You're the total  package."

"Yeah … some package." She rolls her eyes and I notice that her cheeks are  still pink from her orgasm. "I just dry-humped you and oh God, this is  just so embarrassing."

"Don't do that," I warn, my tone firm. "You're incredibly sexy and if  what you've said is true-that you haven't gotten off with a man in what,  two years? Then I feel incredibly fucking honored."

She blushes again. "Yeah, crazy, huh?" Her shoulders straighten, and she  looks slightly more put together. "And how long has been it been since  you've gotten off with a woman?"

I consider it for a moment. "Tuesday?" It was the day before I went to  Colton's office to ask about Kylie. It had been my attempt to push her  out of my brain. I'd taken the towel attendant at my new gym back into  the locker room and fucked her. It would be the first and last time I  attended that center.

Kylie's look is pure disgust. She smacks me in the face with a toss pillow. "You pig."

"I told you I'd always be honest with you."

Her look softens. "Yes, that's true. Actually, I appreciate that."

"Good. And seriously, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You're  smoking hot-I almost fucking came in my pants watching you."

Her eyes drift down, and I know she can see I'm still hard. Yeah, I'll  be dealing with the beast later. He behaved himself today and deserves  to be rewarded. But I'll worry about that later. Kylie's son is here,  and the first time we're together, I'll make sure we have complete  privacy.

"How long does the little guy sleep?" I ask.

"Usually an hour or two."

"Nice." I kick my feet up on the ottoman in front of the couch and lean  back, tugging Kylie against me. She curls into my side and exhales  softly.

We sit in comfortable silence for several minutes, and thankfully the erection from hell fades.

"Max had a blast with you today. What are you doing next weekend?" She laughs uneasily.

Little does she know I'd happily repeat this entire day. Then I remember  the plans I'd tentatively made with some college buddies.

"I might check out a music festival down in San Diego with some friends.  Borrow Colton's jet while he's away. You should come," I say.

Kylie stiffens and then pulls away from me. When I meet her eyes, they are filled with sadness and distrust.

What the hell?





Kylie





It's been an amazing afternoon with Pace. I'd let my guard down  completely. And with one little innocuous statement, my bubble is burst.  I can't just jet off for the weekend. He and I lead very different  lives. And this time around, I won't ignore the warning signs and try to  make us into something we can never be. I'd be a fool to believe that  weekends at home with a crying baby and cold grilled cheese sandwiches  would be enough for a man like Pace. I'd made that mistake once with  Max's father-put my heart on the line-only to have it crushed when he  left. I can't go through that again. Won't.

Pace is looking at me like he's confused. He has no idea what changed  between us in the span of ten minutes-in between me grinding up and down  against his rather impressive erection, and then me being forced back  into the reality of our very different lives.

"Kylie?" He sits up straight and reaches for me.

I shake my head. I won't explain my sudden change of heart to him,  because he'll only try to rationalize it away. He'll say it doesn't  matter, that he doesn't mind canceling his weekend plans, and then three  years from now, he'll resent me for trying to control him. I like my  life-I'm fine with my simple weekends at home with Max, but I know that  won't be enough for a man like Pace. He looks like he fell out of the  pages of a J. Crew catalog-he's effortlessly sexy and cool, and of  course he's flying a bunch of friends in a private jet to catch some  band I've never even heard of. It'll always be that way. There's just  too much distance between us. His family is insanely wealthy and are  used to getting whatever they want. I'll be celebrating my thirtieth  birthday this year, and he's just twenty-five, with a perfectly fit  body, six-pack abs and a gleaming, white smile. He and I come from  different worlds. And while it's sweet of him to try, and I feel  incredibly flattered by his attention, I know it'd never work in the  long run. Best to put a stop to it now.