The Man I Want to Be (Under Covers)(31)

"What have we here?" Her gaze fixed on his erection, tenting his boxer briefs. "That looks painful."

"More than you know. Might need to do something about that."

"I might." She placed an open palm against him, and she rubbed in a  circular motion, applying enough pressure to drive him crazy.

His head tipped back, and he let out a long exhale. "Fuck, Kenna."

"Not yet," she said. "Soon, though."

He peered at her, taking in her hot-as-hell confident expression. The  one she'd shot him when she got herself off in their bathroom. God  almighty. His heart might give out from all those sultry looks of hers.  At the moment, it was beating like a caged animal fighting to get free.

She tugged on his waistband, pulling the elastic down enough for him to  spring free. Closing a warm fist around him, she watched his reaction as  she guided her hand up and down.

"Does this hurt?" she asked softly.

All he could do was shake his head. He was in a trance, trapped in her  beautiful gaze and what she was doing to his state of mind.

Wrecking it. She was completely wrecking every single shred of him.

Bending, she lowered her lips to where her hand held him so deliciously  tight. She licked the tip, and he thought he was going to come right  there.

Another devilish glimpse up at him with those glowing azure eyes of  hers, then she latched that hot mouth onto his cock and started sucking  him with an intensity he'd never felt before. It was heaven and hell,  rapture and torture all in one. He used his free hand to pull the tie  out of her hair, watching that cascade of red fan across him. Just liked  he'd fantasized.

He slid a hand along her scalp and fisted a handful of hair, earning him the control he craved.

Kenna made a sound of approval, which vibrated against him. His eyes  rolled back in his head, his pulse nearing heart attack levels. She kept  up her torment, pushing him right to the brink of exultation. Either  she sensed he was getting close, or she just wanted to frustrate the  fuck out of him, but she pulled off and licked her lips.

"You're not done, and you know it," he growled.

Her smile broadened to pure wickedness.

Fuck. She wasn't going to do it. He'd be stuck here with a steel rod in his briefs while she laughed her ass off at him.

Before he died of the worst case of blue balls ever known to man, she stood.

"You know you don't get off without me." She pushed her shorts over her  ass and down her tanned legs, stepping out of them. Then she lifted her  tank top over her head and threw it across the room. Exquisitely slow,  she reached behind and unlatched her bra, chucking it in the same  general direction. Her black-lace panties were next. She hooked a thumb  under each string at her hip and paused. "No expectations, right? It's  just for this week?"

"Yeah," he said. "That's it. Just this week."

Anything so she'd keep going.

Her eyes darkened to a blue that reminded him of the deepest ocean, and she eased the small bit of fabric down her smooth skin.

Standing before him was the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on. Hell, ever would lay eyes on. From this day forward.

She was immaculate. Curvy the way a woman should be. Full, plump tits.  Round hips. Clean and smooth between her legs. His mouth watered, and if  his shoulder were 100 percent, he would've had her beneath him already.  He was tempted to do it anyway and deal with the pain later.

He was so hard it was painful. He needed release, and he needed it right now.

"Condoms?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"None?"

"Wasn't planning on sleeping around on this trip," Tyke said. "You?"

Her gaze dropped on an innocent, coquettish smile. Like she enjoyed  knowing he hadn't come on the trip expecting to get laid. "Same."         

     



 

The second she said it he felt it. The immediate and intense rush of anticipation for what was about to happen.

"I'm clean," he said.

"Me, too. And I'm on the pill."

"Get over here then," he demanded.

Kenna crawled onto the bed and threw a leg over his lap, seating herself  onto his thighs. He immediately went to her breasts. Lifting slightly,  she helped line one up with his mouth. With his good hand, he gripped it  and mimicked the way she'd licked and sucked on him moments ago.

Her back arched and head went back as she moaned. "Yes."

"Next." He tilted his head to return the favor to her other side,  relishing in the quick pants she made each time he kicked up the  intensity.

Her hips started to rock against him, so he adjusted himself enough to  settle in where she needed. He must have hit something because she dug  her nails into the back of his neck for leverage.

She slowed her pace, releasing and pulling back enough to grasp his  cock. Holding it where she wanted it, she raised her hips and then  lowered herself, sheathing him all the way to the hilt.

Her eyes glazed over, and he was pretty sure he saw stars. Neither one  of them moved. Just took in the moment of what it felt like to be joined  together after so long apart.

"Oh my God, Bryan," she breathed.

This was gonna be a very short encounter.

She kicked her hips up once, and, yep, he definitely saw stars. And  probably some yet to be discovered solar systems. She did it again, and  the corner of his eyes went black. Her fingers were back to leaving  scoring pain in his neck. He braced his good arm around her waist like a  steel band and started to move with her.

Each push of her hips got harder and more intense. And he gave it right back.

"You remember the way I like it," she said in an approving tone. "You always knew how rough I needed it."

"Always."

She thrust faster. More frenzied. Her tits bounced in his face as she  bobbed up and down, chasing what she needed. He'd never get enough of  watching her so open with her body.

"Bryan, I'm so turned on right now," she said in a strained voice. "No one else makes me this crazy. Just you."

"You, too," he said. "You're incredible."

His body was driving into her at a pace that was going to blow his mind.

She tightened around him, and her whole body locked up. "Right there," she groaned. "Don't stop."

"Not a chance." He gave her what she needed, keeping the pace that  started his own climb. "Come on, baby," he said. "Come with me."

She let out a loud moan-grunt combo that pushed him over the edge. He  grunted his own release, soaking in the sensation of riding out his  finish inside her. It was the most incredible feeling of his entire  life. She collapsed forward, hugging him with her head on his shoulder.

They stayed like that a few moments before she lifted her head with a grin. "Wow."

"Yeah. Wow."

"Damn, I missed that. My fingers just aren't the same."

His chest rumbled on a deep laugh. "I wouldn't think so."

"Seriously," she said. "I freaking needed that. You have no idea how  hard it is to find someone who'll just put out without all the bullshit.  I don't want to talk. I don't want played out, generic lines whispered  into my ear. I just want a stiff hit where it counts."

At the mention of her searching for sex from other men, jealousy grew  fast and violent, taking away any blaze of satisfaction he might've  felt. It swept over him like wildfire. He shifted his body, suddenly  wanting out of her. Immediately.

She sat up straighter and looked at him confused. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said, readjusting to pull out.

She lifted herself, and he slid out, the feeling both exquisite and excruciating.

Tyke didn't have a right to be pissed, he knew that. He'd made it so she was free to seek out any man she wanted.

Didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch to hear about it, though.

She must've seen something in his expression, because embarrassment  swept over her features. Getting off the bed at a speed that suggested  she was ready to bolt, she bent for her clothes. While she pulled her  shorts up and donned her shirt, he flipped his waistband up to cover  himself.

"So, how are things back in Chesterville?" he said, trying to fill the  awkward void. Which was the dumbest fucking topic to do it with.  Reminiscing about the good ol' days wasn't exactly going to make it  easier for her to forgive and forget.

She had just finished buttoning her bottoms, and her head snapped up. "You actually want to hear about it?"         

     



 

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" He'd thought about the small town they'd grown  up in a lot over the years. If certain landmarks were still there.  Certain neighbors were still around.

She shrugged, climbing back on the bed. "Just figured after you left,  you wouldn't care to hear about anything going on there." She threw a  leg over him like she had when she was naked, but this time she  continued her journey onto his other side, dropping onto the bed with a  small bounce.

"I still care about the people there, even if I don't see them anymore."