Slowly, the kiss softened and Kyle pulled back to look at me. He stroked my nose with his and my held my face gently between his hands. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered. My heart flipped in response. My face burned. “We have to talk,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” was all I could say. My breathing was erratic, my cheeks burned.
He tugged my shirt playfully. “Come with me?”
“Now?” I asked, uncertain as to whether it was a good idea for us to go anywhere alone together, with this clammy welt of lust wafting around our heads.
Kyle pressed his forehead to mine. “Now,” he confirmed.
Only two options occurred to me at that moment, the first to run back to my room and avoid Kyle Carter, go back to pretending it was just friendship between us. The second was to give in to my fears and embrace my feelings. Would my life ever go back to normal again? Did I want a normal life? I chose the second option, realizing there and then that there had only ever been one choice. Kyle held my heart in his hands.
He moved his hand, flattening it against my lower back as we walked towards the stairs. Sparks coursed through my veins as I tried to remain composed. We walked up the steps and I blushed deeply from the audience of people watching us.
I wanted to hold his hand or wrap my arm around him, anything to stake my claim, but I was too unsure of how he might react to tempt it.
He opened my bedroom door and gestured me in. I stepped inside and he followed, closing the door behind him. I sat down on my bed, feeling awkward. I folded my arms around myself and waited for him to make a move. He didn’t. He stayed by the door. “Would you like to sit?” I asked nervously. My head was swimming from the alcohol.
Kyle looked at me for a moment before sighing. Rolling his shoulders; he broke away from the wall, came and sat beside me. He shuddered. “I shouldn’t be in here.”
I shrugged nervously. “I’m glad you are.”
His mouth turned up in a half smile. “Here I got this for you,” he said. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a small square box and handed it to me.
I gasped. “You remembered? Kyle, you didn’t have to…”
“Of course I remembered and I wanted to. Happy Birthday princess.” I looked down at the box and a tear slipped from my eyes. He remembered. He was the only one who had.
Sniffling, I tore the paper off and lifted the lid. A pair of white gold earrings with my birthstone in the center of each earring sat inside the little red box. “Thank you Kyle,” I whispered. I climbed onto his lap and threw my arms around his neck. He stiffened for a moment, then his body relaxed and he hugged me back. One hand rubbed my back; the other smoothed back my hair out of my face.
Leaning back to look at me, he chuckled. “It’s just a pair of earrings. You deserve so much better.” I didn’t think he was talking about the earrings anymore. He noticed the tears on my face and frowned. Removing his hand from back, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over my cheek. He leaned in and gave me a small peck on the lips. When he tried to ease back, I pulled his face back down to mine. Our lips crushed together.
Kyle groaned and had me on my back me in one swift movement. His weight on top of me was ecstasy; his hardness pressing my softness. I cried out when he lifted his weight from me, but quietened when he pulled off his shirt. Reaching down, he parted my legs and fitted himself between them. His lips kissed my neck, his tongue licked my throat and I was lost in pleasure.
I didn’t know if it was because he was drunk that Kyle was touching me, but he was touching me, finally, so I kept my mouth shut. He’d remembered my birthday and he bought me a gift. That had to mean something…
His hands slipped under my shirt, sliding up to cup my breasts. My body trembled and my back arched as Kyle’s skilled hands circled and squeezed my breasts. I whimpered into his mouth. That seemed to drive him wild. He pinched my nipples, tugged with just the right amount of pressure and I cried out his name.
“Mmm, that’s it princess, I want to hear you screaming out my mother fucking name.” He slipped his hand inside my shorts and traced his finger against the cusp of my panties. “You’re so fucking wet baby,” he growled ducking a finger inside my panties. He stroked my clit with his thumb, his fingers sliding between my wet folds.
I bucked against him screaming in pleasure. He silenced my screams with his mouth, the rhythm of his tongue matching that of his fingers. I clung to him desperately as I felt the newly familiar drive building inside me, rising higher, faster. I felt him move his hands to his jeans, undoing his zipper…
My bedroom door flung open and I heard an angry scream. Kyle jerked off the bed, leaving me spread out flat on my back. “Jesus fucking Christ Rachel.”