Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
ZANDER
Kerian curses, looking down at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. I preen under his attention, loving how warm it makes me feel.
He stuffs two fingers in my mouth and I suck them greedily, moaning as he pushes them in and out. He’s rough and demanding, driving me hard, but I don’t care. I want whatever he gives me.
“Fucking hell, Zander,” he murmurs, removing his fingers. I whimper, dragging myself closer to him so I can get to his dick.
I nose over Kerian’s bulge, breathing him in. Fuck, he smells so good. Spicy and masculine. Not a smell I thought I’d find intoxicating, but here I am, on my knees in a dressing room with a bra and panties on, sniffing at Kerian.
A deep groan flows from his lips as he pushes his hand through my hair. My cock twitches in my panties, teasing along the silk encasing my dick.
Who would have thought I’d like how silk feels against my skin? I feel sexy as fuck, especially when Kerian looked at me the way he did. He might be a fucking robot sometimes with his expressions, but he couldn’t hide his lust and approval when he saw me all dressed up for him.
The same look is there now as Kerian stares down at me. His eyes blaze, his pink tongue peeking out from between his lips. “What do you plan to do, Zandy?”
I smirk up at him as I undo his pants. His dick is hard as a rock, that sexy vein I love so much throbbing right before my eyes. Glancing up at him, I drag his pants down, watching emotions morph over his face. I hide my surprise. Kerian never shows me his emotions so baldly. Maybe he’s in as deep as I am.
There’s no need to hide it—I’m in way over my head when it comes to hims. It’s more than like . I’m not sure what it is, since Kerian is such a dick to me. But fuck, there’s something about him that has my head all fucked up.
“Fuck, Braithe. You don’t know how good you look on your knees.” His fingers ghost over my skin as they trail down to rub the bra strap. “Love seeing this on you.”
A soft moan drifts up my throat. This is raw Kerian. A Kerian I wouldn’t have seen the last time I got down on my knees for him. Or when he made me get on my knees for him. Back in Nirvana. I never thought I would enjoy making him feel good, looking up at him while I pleased him with my mouth.
Weeks ago, Kerian would have fucked my throat and given me shit while he did. Now, he’s praising me. Telling me how much he likes what I’m doing for him.
Something in my chest squeezes as I look up at him. His eyes soften as he drags his hand up my face, thumbing under my eye. “Can’t wait to gag you on my dick until you’re crying.”
There he is.
Opening wide once more, I suck him into my mouth, groaning as the warm weight of his cock hits my tongue. Greedily, I swallow the precum that floods my mouth, sighing when I get his taste down my throat.
“Fuck yes,” he whispers, rocking forward gently. “Fucking suck me, Dimples.”
The hand on my bra strap glides into my hair, pulling my head back. A hiss leaves my throat as I look up at him. “Dont fuck around, Braithe. If you’re hungry, show me.”
Fuck, this is the Kerian I’m falling for. The rough, abrasive man who doesn’t allow me to get away with shit. No matter how much I tease him, no matter how much I fight against his demands, he knows I love that shit and gives me what I want, what I need , at every turn.
My hands on his thighs, I swallow him down, taking Kerian all the way in. Fuck, I’ll never get enough of sucking his cock.
He hisses, bending his knees so he can fuck my mouth with smooth, clean strokes. Over and over, he hits my tonsils, gagging me on his cock. Just like he wanted, tears leak from the corners of my eyes, clouding my vision. I blink them away quickly so I can watch him.
Kerian’s head is thrown back, veins popping in his neck. He looks fucking hot, lost in his pleasure. His groans, quiet as they are, drift down to me, making my dick throb. Fuck, I’ll have to buy these panties, because I can feel the wetness of my precum on my cockhead.
I bob my head up and down on his dick, wetting him with the spit flooding my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and suck him, moaning against his shaft as his blunt nails dig into my hair and pull at the strands. My cock twitches and I reach down, moving the material aside so I can jerk off. I glance up at Kerian to make sure it’s okay for me to touch myself. A cocky grin crosses his face. I know I’m fucking pitiful. I can’t stop my dick from leaking from just sucking him off.
But there’s something about giving him pleasure, seeing him lose control like this, that makes me come apart at the seams.
My hand wrapped around my shaft, I tug on my hard cock, my body vibrating from the pleasure. We’re in fucking public and I’m on my knees for Kerian, sucking his dick like someone can’t walk in on us at any moment. A shiver runs over my skin at the thought of being caught. Fuck, it’s so fucking hot I can barely contain my arousal.
Kerian growls, putting his hand under my chin and pumping into my throat harder and faster. “Hold still,” he murmurs, moving just a bit closer to me. “Let me fuck your mouth, Dimples.”
I nod as much as I can and sit back on my heels. Kerian moves closer still until I’m crowded by his big body. I rest one hand on his toned thigh as I jerk myself in earnest. My orgasm is within reach, but I won’t come until he does. Judging from how his thigh is twitching under my palm and how he swells in my mouth, he’s close.
“Zander. Fuck. Look at me.” My eyes flick up to his, and my heart freezes. Unfiltered Kerian is back, and he’s a fucking sight. His eyes reflect some kind of emotion I can’t identify. His breathing is rapid and his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth. A blush blooms over his cheeks as he fucks into my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. “Swallow for me, Braithe.”
Before I can nod or acknowledge his comment at all, his salty, musky spunk fills my mouth. A loud grunt leaves his lips as he stills, pushing his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I swallow him down, sucking on him so I can pull all of his cum from his balls.
Two more tugs on my cock and I’m coming, my body shuddering. Kerian growls and pulls out of my mouth, bending down to kiss me hard. His tongue sweeps into me, collecting some of his release, then trading it with me. I growl, attacking his lips so he won’t take what’s mine. I pulled that nut out of him, so the prize belongs to me.
Kerian chuckles against my lips. “Greedy.”
“Told you I was still hungry,” I say breathlessly. I pull away, shrugging as my cheeks heat. I chuckle guiltily when I look at the floor. “I made a mess.”
“Yeah, you did.” Kerian looks around for something to clean up with. With a mischievous grin on his face, he picks up my discarded underwear and wipes up my cum. “You won’t need these, since you’ll be wearing those home.”
I nearly swallow my tongue. “What?”
“You heard me, Dimples. I don’t think I want you to change just yet.”
Scowling at him—though it doesn’t last long since he kisses it off my face—I grab my clothes and stand. I hurriedly get dressed, denying Kerian the opportunity to ogle me. Despite how I give him the evil eye, I kinda like how I feel right now. Wearing lace and silk isn’t something I would have done on my own, but knowing I have it under my clothes and knowing Kerian knows I do, I feel sexy.
“Wait,” Kerian says before I can drag my pants up. He steps closer to me, our breaths mingling as he walks me back to the wall. I shudder when he reaches behind me, but frown when all he does is pull the tags from the bralette and underwear. “Gotta pay for this stuff, Dimples.”
Rolling my eyes, I pull my pants up and drag my shirt over my head. “Let’s go, Slade. I gotta get home and clean up.”
He mock pouts, poking his lip out obnoxiously. “Date’s over?”
“Fuck you,” I say with a grin and push past him out of the dressing room. Thankfully, the cashier is just walking to the back, two large boxes in her hands.
Kerian’s hand drifts down to my ass, caressing me through my jeans. “How do they feel?” His voice drops an octave, the husky growl ghosting over my skin.
“Good,” I answer honestly.
His smirk is sexy as fuck as he saunters up to the register. When the cashier comes back, she gives Kerian a long look when all he slides across to her are the tags. My face heats so much, sweat dots my brow. She looks at me, her eyes roaming over my body. I’m sure my shirt shows the imprint of the bralette under it, but whatever. Embarrassment heats my skin, but also makes my cock chub up, even though I just came.
New kink unlocked, I guess.
After he pays and takes the tags from the shocked woman, I usher us out of the store. It feels weird, the way my jeans feel against my naked ass cheeks, but it’s not unwelcome. It’s new. Different.
When we step outside, I snatch my keys from Kerian, giving him a dry look when he chuckles. “I’ll take you home. You have a game tomorrow, right?”
“Yep. West Virginia State. Their record is shit and their defense sucks, so it’s in the bag.”
“Someone is confident.”
“Always am,” he says, sliding into the passenger seat. “You know it as well as I do.”
“Yeah, you were confident when my team beat your ass earlier this season. Maybe too confident.”
Kerian frowns, drawing his lips in like he sucked on a lemon. I know our rivalry is a sore spot for him. “Fuck you, Braithe.”
With a deep laugh, I pull out of the parking lot and take him home.
Before he gets out of the car, he leans over and kisses me deeply, his fingers threading in my hair to hold me closer. Not like I’d try to get away.
I let Kerian plunder my mouth, holding on to his biceps to keep myself tethered to the earth. If I get lost in this kiss with Kerian, I fear I’ll float away.
He pulls away, a slightly dazed look in his eyes. “Thanks for the date, Dimples.”
“Win the game for me, yeah?”
He smirks and gets out of the car. I watch how his firm ass flexes in his jeans. What would it be like to fuck Kerian? Is he even into that? I love taking his cock, his fat dick stretching my hole every time he pushes into me. But what would it feel like with my cock encased in his ass?
My dick is hard the entire time I drive home, thinking about Kerian fucking me and me fucking him.
When I get to my dorm, I jog up the stairs and push into my room. Luca is nowhere to be found, probably out with some of his friends studying or some shit. The kid really needs to learn to loosen up.
I head into the bathroom to take a shower, but pause before I take off my new gifts from Kerian. Grinning, I post on the edge of the sink and take a few pictures. I make sure I get some good shots, of my pecs covered by the red material, of my ass, and how the underwear encases my cock. The stockings and garter give it an obscene look, so I’m sure to get a few shots of those too. After swiping through the pics, I locate my favorite and smile, giddy at what I plan to do.
I take a quick shower, ignoring my erection. After I hop out, I put on my pajamas and flop back on my bed, a stupid smile on my face. This date was miles different from the last one. Sure, both ended with orgasms, but sitting down and eating with him, feeding each other and sharing kisses every few minutes. It was… I loved it. I want more. If his unexpected glee and constant smiles were anything to go by, Kerian liked it too.
I fall asleep with a smile, visions of how laughter danced in Kerian’s eyes at dinner ushering in my dreams.
When I wake up the next morning, I immediately reach for my phone. Instead of my usual good morning text, I send Kerian the shot of my favorite picture from last night’s impromptu photo shoot and smile. This picture has one of my thumbs hooked into the strap of the underwear, as if I’m pulling them down, the base of my cock just visible. It’s a great pic, if I do say so myself.
After I hit send, I type a quick message to him, a grin on my face and my heart thumping in my chest.
Me: Win this game 4 me Slade and u get a reward