Total D*ck(42)

I didn’t realize how much I needed it until he did it. The fear and adrenaline of the attack had drained me, and with his comforting arms and warmth, I let my eyes close and rested my head against his shoulder.

“Let me stay. Please. I’ll be good.”

I snorted. “Have you ever been good?”

He swayed me back and forth a little, as if dancing me to sleep. “No. But for you, I’ll make an exception.”

“I think your dick poking into my stomach says different.” I shook my head, but didn’t open my eyes. His lullaby was working.

“Oh, that’s just a banana in my pocket. Don’t worry. I’ll let you snack on it later if you get hungry. Come on.” He scooped me up and lay me on the bed.

He set my suitcase on top of his dresser and closed the bedroom door. “Take your pants off.”

I opened my eyes, trying to glare at him though my eyelids were almost too tired to cooperate. “You said—”

“I know what I said. Take your pants off so you’re comfortable. I noticed you’re a Tshirt and panties kind of gal.” He smirked and pulled his shirt over his head before loosening his belt and stripping down to his boxers. “I like it.”

“I’m trusting you.” I stared at the rod in his shorts, color rising in my cheeks, and stripped off my jeans. I snuggled into his sheets as he got in bed next to me. “No touching.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He put his hands behind his head.

I flipped onto my side so I faced him. The sheets smelled like detergent and his aftershave, and I found myself inhaling and burying my face closer to the pillow.

“See you in a few hours.” He smiled, the boyish dimples making him seem as innocent as he claimed to be. How many women had fallen for it?

I supposed I was one of them. Another Kennedy conquest. I was too tired to care. I closed my eyes and drifted off.



A low rumble woke me. My eyelids fluttered open and I froze. I’d snugged up against Kennedy in my sleep. The low rumble was his quiet snore. I tried not to laugh, but I sort of chuffed out my nose.

He woke a little and pulled me closer, his palm pressing into my back. I’d slung my leg over the top of his thigh and I was trapped against his side. His breathing evened out again—no snoring this time—and he relaxed.

I started to ease away from him, carefully lifting my leg and scooting it on top of my other one. He tensed again and rolled to his side, pulling me into his chest and pushing his thigh between my legs.

“You’re awake,” I whispered.

He didn’t respond and began breathing deeply again.

It was like being hugged by a well-muscled, delicious-smelling bear with a hard-on. My panties were damp and I bit my lip at the thought of how easily he’d slide into me. I had to get away from him before I made a mistake. Glancing to his windows, I saw slivers of midday sun pouring through. It was time to get going.

“Kennedy.” My voice was too breathy for my tastes.

He moved his thigh up higher between mine, pressing into my pussy. I stifled a moan at the friction and the thick length of his dick against my leg.

“Kennedy, wake up. We have to go.” I dug my nails into his side for emphasis.

He gripped my hair with one hand and palmed my ass with the other.

“Scarlett.” His lips found mine, taking my breath away in a possessive kiss. I clawed harder into his side, but opened my mouth for him. He sank his tongue inside me and ground his cock against me.

I moaned, unable to keep my desire in check as he pressed his thigh into my pussy, rubbing it with each thrust of his hips. Need overtook any thought I’d had, any reasoning that would have led me from his bed. He squeezed my ass, and I captured his bottom lip between my teeth, biting down.

His eyes fluttered open and he froze. “Oh, shit.”

I let my head fall to the pillow. “You really were asleep?”

He blinked and stared at me. “I was having the best wet dream of my life.”

“Sorry to interrupt. Go on back to sleep. Maybe you can find it again.” I couldn’t keep the smile from my face.

“Oh no. The real-life version is much, much better.” He leaned in and kissed me again, gentler this time but still with the same heat that made me combust.

He let go of my hair and palmed my breast through my Tshirt, kneading and squeezing as he moved on top, still straddling one thigh. His cock rested full and hard against me through his boxers. I wanted to taste it, but when I tried to push him off me, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head in one hand.

He bit my throat and trailed his teeth down to the Vneck of my Tshirt, kissing my collarbones as he went. Sliding his hand under my shirt, he gripped a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it as he kissed my chest.