Thin Love(98)

Dave Matthews still sang in the background, repeating over and over, and here Kona was, promising to crash into her, promising her all the things she wanted from him. He would be the end of her, she knew that, just then, in that moment. Kona Hale would love her, she didn’t doubt that, but would he stay? Or would he break her heart again and again? She didn’t know if she could survive the destruction he’d leave behind if he left, if he broke her and left. She didn’t know if she was willing to gamble again, to risk the loss that love always brought.

“I… will you stop using? And don’t tell me you will just for me to say yes. I need you to be straight with me.”

“Fuck the juice, Keira.” He pulled her close again, breathing on her face as he dipped his forehead against hers. “You’re all I need. Just you. I’ll walk away from all it if I have you.”

“And… other girls?” She knew she sounded whiny, but the thought had not left her. It was what she first thing that jumped into her mind the weekend before when she walked into the locker room. She couldn’t completely let go of Kona’s past and sometimes the thought of how many of those glaring idiots had touched him was just too much for her. “What about…”

Kona silenced her with a kiss and she didn’t fight him, couldn’t even if she tried. Too soon, he broke the kiss, his hand directing hers right over his hard length. “This… this is yours, Keira. No one else touches it but you.” And then he cupped her, those large fingers right on top of her throbbing center. “And this, this is mine.” Then Kona pulled his hand away, took her fingers and placed her palm over his heart. “This, sweetheart, is yours.” His hand felt warm on her skin and Keira wondered if he could feel how hard her heart pounded when he rested it there. “This beautiful, wild thing right here… it’s mine. Why don’t you stop worrying about what happened in the past and just take what’s yours?”

Keira knew she was being careless with those walls she’d constructed around her heart. They were rubble by now anyway, and Kona was an addiction, but he was also the only person in her life who would fight for her, who looked at her and didn’t see the mask she wore so no one knew who she really was. Keira took a moment, one small breath before she looked at him again.

“Whatever I am, it’s yours.” He smiled and it was genuine, real, an expression that told her he was relieved, that eradicated that knot in her chest.

Keira didn’t want foreplay; she’d had weeks of it and all the dancing they did to avoid what was about to happen had left her exhausted. She pulled Kona closer, back against the mattress and Keira used her feet to push down his jeans and boxers.

Kona moved quickly, shuffling off his Nikes and jeans, a scramble of movements until he was finally naked. When he reached for her, wanting her closer, Keira stopped him, pushed him back. She wanted to see all of him.

“Go ahead and check him out,” he said, laughing at Keira’s wide eyes. “That expression is priceless, Wildcat.”

“This body is priceless.”

Keira cut off Kona’s laughter, made it shift into a moan with her fingers trailing down his large chest and her mouth over one nipple. She liked the breathless gasps he made. She liked how responsive he was, how every flick of her tongue against his skin had his breath heavier, had low, deep sounds rumbling in his throat.

Keira rested against him, breasts sliding down his stomach until she lifted up, reaching for him, taking him in her hand again. He was beautiful everywhere and his dick was no exception. He was long, very thick and at full attention, the head came to his navel. Fleetingly, Keira wondered if he would hurt her, it had been over a year since she’d been with anyone and even though Kona had often touched her, stretched her with his fingers, it wasn’t the same. His fingers were big, but they wouldn’t touch as deeply as his dick. They’d never scared her.

She didn’t wait, didn’t push back the urge to taste him. When the slow drag of her tongue went up the underside of that hard dick, Kona threaded his fingers in her hair, moaning, his grip tightening as she made tentative touches with her tongue and mouth. She’d never done this before. There had never been much time or opportunity or desire to play with Diego, and Kona had never let her get this close before.

He was tangy, the skin of his cock miraculously smooth like silk, and Keira wanted more, loved the taste of him, loved the power she felt when he reacted to just small flicks of her tongue and the tight suction of her mouth. When she used her hands, rubbing up from the base, Kona released the loudest moan she had ever heard him utter.