3. Chapter Three
Skylar
O ne fucking drink ... yeah, right.
One drink flows effortlessly into another, and as the evening unfolds, all our cares and inhibitions are cast aside. Kallen pushes me against my front door as we stumble into my apartment, our lips locked in a fervent embrace. Our tongues dance in a passionate duel, each of us determined to claim dominance in a battle neither of us is willing to concede.
His strong hands glide down my sides, landing on my ass, where he cups it firmly and lifts me, using the door as support. My back presses into the wood, the doorknob digging uncomfortably into my tailbone, yet the intoxication of his kiss makes the pain fade into the background. I know it will linger tomorrow, but for tonight, all I want is to feel every inch of him against me.
"Let me in," he murmurs seductively against my lips, urging me to surrender control of the kiss.
And oh, how I’m glad I did.
He teases me, swirling his tongue around mine, his fingers sinking into the soft curves of my body as I pull him closer, pressing our bodies flush against one another as we break free from the door’s confines.
In the dim light, we navigate the hallway to my room, our mouths never parting. He gently lays me on my bed, his body following suit, cascading down to rest atop mine. His hands explore my body like a blind man reading an intricate map, sending delicious shivers coursing through me, igniting a heat I’ve never experienced before—not even with shrimp-dick Kaleb.
As we roll together on the bed, our clothes begin to vanish, our lips parting only long enough to shed each layer before reconnecting with fervor. We delve into each other's mouths as if they hold the secrets to hidden treasures that we're both so desperate to find.
Somehow, I find myself naked on top of Kallen, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of his neck. His hand shoots up to playfully grasp mine, teasingly squeezing as I grind against him, feeling him grow harder and rise, pressing against the slick warmth between my trembling thighs.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he whispers as he nips at my earlobe, making my body tremble even more than my thighs as his cock continues to prod at my entrance.
"What can I say?" I flirt back, raking my black acrylic nails down his beautifully tattooed chest, making him let out a grunt of approval as he reaches his free hand behind me and begins to knead my ass like dough.
"Guess you just know how to get me going." I breathe against his ear, savoring the way his breath hitches just a little.
He suddenly flips me onto my back, hovering over me while staring into my eyes, my hands gliding up and down his muscular back. There’s something intoxicating about this moment—the thrill of our bodies colliding, the sweet desperation simmering between us. I feel powerful, and I want him to know that, more than I ever wanted anyone—especially Kaleb—to know.
With a sudden burst of confidence, I shift my weight and flip us over, again straddling him with my knees planted firmly on either side of his hips. The surprise in his eyes morphs into admiration, as if he’s just realized how fiercely I could take control. I lean down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss once more, my body grinding against his. I can feel the heat radiating between us, charging the air with electricity.
“Looks like somebody’s finally feeling bold,” he chuckles, the warmth of his voice sending shivers down my spine.
“Just keeping up with you,” I tease, focusing on the way his chest rises and falls beneath me.
I sit up slightly, relishing the view. His dark hair tousled and damp, his body glistening in the low light—Kallen looks every bit the dangerous man I’ve always found so irresistible.
I lean back a little, teasingly dragging my nails along the sensitive skin of his thighs, savoring each gasp and groan he releases. His eyes darken with desire, and I can’t help but bite my lip in anticipation. I want him to lose himself in this moment, to succumb entirely to the madness we’re creating together.
“Tell me what you want,” he urges, voice low and rough. There’s a challenge in his gaze, one that compels me to push further.
I smirk, glancing down at him with playful defiance. “I want you to make me feel good. Really fucking good.”
The moment I say those words, Kallen’s hands find my waist, and he flips us again, bringing me back beneath him. He hovers above me, dominating the space, his breath warm against my collarbone. “Is that an order?”
“Maybe,” I whisper, encouraging him with a tilt of my hips, longing for the friction that my body craves.
“Good, because I aim to please,” he replies, his lips wrapping around my nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
I arch my back, urging him to continue, to explore, to unleash the primal need that’s been boiling inside me ever since we bumped into each other the first time.
His mouth moves lower, trailing down my stomach as he drinks me in, each kiss igniting my skin with fire. He stops just above my throbbing core, looking up at me with those intoxicating eyes—challenging, hungry, and filled with a promise.
“Are you ready? Cus I'm fucking starving,” he asks, and I nod frantically, every part of me screaming for what’s to come.
With a knowing smile, he delivers, and I’m plunged into a world of ecstasy as he takes his time, teasing and teasing, until I feel like I might explode. The room becomes a blur of moans, gasps, and heated whispers, the night stretching long before us—a tapestry painted with raw passion and the urgency of youth.
His pierced tongue laps up the wetness he has coaxed from me, making his lips and chin glisten as he comes up just to make a show of licking my arousal off them. And then he dives back down, plunging his tongue inside of me while his fingers dig into my thighs as he pushes them open wider.
I reach down and tug on his curls, pressing his mouth firmly against my pussy as he continues to eat me like a five-course meal, my legs quivering as the muscles in my lower belly tighten from the pleasure.
Every flick of his tongue sends shockwaves through me, our bodies performing an intoxicating dance fueled by the heat of desire and the sweet nectar of my need. I arch my back, losing myself in the moment, completely at the mercy of Kallen’s hungry mouth. My moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoes off the walls, urging him on as he effortlessly brings me closer to the edge.
“God, Kallen… yes,” I moan breathlessly, my fingers tightening in his hair, and he responds with a growl that sends a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me.
He relishes the taste of my desire, his determination unwavering as he buries his face deeper, setting a rhythm that makes me pant and writhe beneath him.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs against my sensitive skin before tugging on my clit, the vibrations sending violent jolts of ecstasy throughout my body.
He looks up at me, those dark eyes filled with an insatiable hunger, as he resumes his ministrations. Each push and swirl of his tongue is deliberate and calculated, driving me wild with an intensity I’ve never known.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, breathless and frantic. “I’m so close…”
He responds by picking up the pace, giving me everything I need, and then some, his fingers now circling my clit with a deftness that makes my hips buck uncontrollably. I can feel that familiar tightening in my core, the sweet anticipation of release building to an unbearable crescendo. I gasp, my body quivering as he expertly pulls me closer, teetering on the precipice of pure bliss.
The world begins to fade beyond the sensation of him—my breathing, his touch, the burning need that consumes me—until it all explodes into a galaxy of light and sound. My back arches off the bed as pleasure washes over me, crashing like waves against the shore. I cry out Kallen’s name, shattering my own sense of control as the waves of ecstasy carry me away.
As I tumble back into reality, he shifts back up my body, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Told you I aim to please.” There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes, and I can’t help but return his grin despite the delicious haze clouding my senses.
“Fucking hell,” I manage to muster, still catching my breath. “That was incredible.”
“Just wait till you see what else I can do,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry as he moves, prompting me to inhale sharply in anticipation. “I’ve only just begun.”
Before I can respond, he claims my lips once more, his kiss heating back up as our bodies instinctively reconnect. I can taste myself on him—a raw reminder of how he brings out this wild side of me. But Kallen's not done yet; his hands rove my body with a fierce urgency, reigniting the fire that hadn’t even had a chance to dim.
As our kisses deepen, I become hyper-aware of him—his warmth spreading through me, his heartbeat drumming a steady rhythm against my skin, the way his fingers lace through my hair as if holding onto this moment for dear life. It’s intoxicating, and I crave more.
“Let’s go again,” I whisper, grinning challengingly as I pull him closer, feeling every hard inch of him against me. The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own, a promise of even more to come.
With that, Kallen knows exactly what I mean. The air is electric as he nods, hands firmly gripping my waist once more. In one swift motion, he flips us again—this time, I’m pinned beneath him but on my knees with my ass in the air, his massive cock poking into it, yet excitedly liberated by the change. The thrill of him being in control electrifies the atmosphere, dissolving the world around us until there’s only us—our bodies, our desires, the insatiable dance of intimacy burning brightly like fire.
Kallen's expressions deepen, and with every second, the connection between us strengthens, transcending the boundaries within the chaotic whirlwind we’ve crafted. The night stretches endlessly ahead as he slides into me with desperation, my pussy molding around his cock, and with every thrust, every kiss, I know we’re spiraling deeper into this wild oblivion where nothing else matters—just the two of us in this intimate chaos.
He pushes on my lower back, putting me at the perfect angle for him to thrust in and out as deep as he can go. His hand grabs a fistful of my hair, and he tugs roughly, jerking my head up and back while firmly gripping my throat, giving me the best hand necklace I've ever gotten.
His thrusts are wild and demanding, my bed thumping into the wall as he fucks me harder, my tits bouncing beneath me and my nipples grazing the sheet, giving me another chill. But he doesn't let up. He goes harder and deeper, ripping moans and sounds I've never heard coming from my throat, and all I want is more.
I feel like I'm unraveling in his grip, lost in the rhythm of our bodies meeting over and over again. His deep growls of pleasure resonate against my back, sending jolts of excitement through me with each thrust. I can tell he’s losing himself, too—his movements become erratic, driven by a primal need that echoes my own. It’s intoxicating, and it drives me fucking wild.
“God, yes,” I gasp, my voice raw with desire. “Just like... fuck, just like that.”
Kallen responds by tightening his hold on my hair and throat, exerting a delicious control that makes my heart race. Every time he fills me completely, the world outside disappears, and all that exists is the heady connection between us. I rock my hips back against him, reveling in the feeling of him stretching me and claiming me.
“Your body is fucking perfect,” he growls lowly, punctuating his words with another deep thrust that makes me moan louder.
The sensation leaves me breathless, and I can feel the tension building deeper within my core, an insatiable longing that begs for release.
“Please—don’t stop,” I whimper, daring to glance back over my shoulder, meeting his smoldering gaze.
There’s a fierce intensity in his eyes, the kind that ignites my body and convinces me he wants this just as much as I do.
His grip on my throat loosens slightly, and I can breathe again, though the heat of his body pressing against mine is almost suffocating in the best way. Kallen lets go of my hair, sliding his hand down my back and wrapping it around my waist, driving me closer with every powerful thrust.
“You want it harder, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice dripping with challenge. The fire in his gaze promises that he can give me everything I crave, and my heart hammers in response.
“Yes!” I cry, pushing my hips back against his, eager for more. “I want it so bad.”
With a low growl, he obliges, increasing the tempo and the intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin and our ragged breaths fill the room, mingling together in a primal symphony. Each thrust reverberates through me, stirring sensations I never knew existed, pulling me closer to the precipice I’m dying to leap from.
"Fuck—you feel so good,” he pants, his fingers digging into my hips as he drives deeper. “You’re mine, you know that?”
The possessive statement sends thrills coursing through me, heightening the pleasure and giving me a sense of belonging I didn’t know I was missing.
“I’m yours, Kallen. All yours,” I breathe a lie, lost in the madness that has enveloped us.
“Good,” he replies with a fierce smile, and then he angles his thrusts to hit the sweet spot deep inside me, forcing me to cry out again as stars dance behind my eyelids. I feel the tension peak, bubbling just beneath the surface and ready to overflow.
“Almost there,” I manage to whisper, desperation lacing my words. “Just a little more!”
He responds by slamming into me harder than before, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing around the room. I feel every inch of his cock—a rush of heat, pressure, and pleasure that builds until I’m consumed by it. I cling to the sheets, my body arching helplessly as I spin closer to the edge.
“Let go, pretty girl,” he urges, his voice low and filled with urgency. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
With those words, I tumble over the brink, spiraling into nothingness as my body explodes with pleasure. I scream his name, my muscles tightening around him as the waves of ecstasy roll through me, taking every ounce of breath with them. I feel him plunge deeply, riding the waves of my release as he finds his own, filling me with a warmth that sends shivers through my entire being.
We’re both breathless, collapsing onto the bed together, our bodies tangled and slick with sweat as we try to regain our sense of reality. Kallen smiles down at me, his gaze filled with satisfied hunger, his chest rising and falling against mine.
“I knew you were fucking trouble the moment we met,” he whispers, brushing a thumb over my cheek.
And for the first time in a long time, I don’t mind being in trouble. In fact, I revel in it, and as I pull him down for another kiss, the night stretches before us—full of endless possibilities and untouched desires waiting to ignite once more.
I think Cupid's curse has lifted, and I can feel my lips break into a smile as Kallen wraps me into his body, my ass firmly pressed against his cock as we lie on my bed trying to catch our breath.