Chapter 28 Hawk
TWENTY-EIGHT
hawk
We ran down the exit stairs on our way out of the Garden, and I dragged Kendra to where my driver waited. I flung open the door and practically shoved her inside. The biting January wind only enhanced the excitement of the night.
I pressed the privacy shield and pulled her to my side.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kendra.”
Her mouth was on mine again, hot and furious as she licked, sucked, and bit at my lip. Her hand slipped inside my jacket and crawled up my chest.
“Do you know how hard it was to sit across from you and not touch you?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, babe. I think I do. I’m so fucking keyed up, I’m gonna need to pregame.”
She pulled away so I could see the wicked grin on her face. “Oh, I’m so down with that. How much time do I have?”
The traffic was worse than usual. “At least fifteen minutes—”
She wasted no time; her hand went to my belt, and it was undone in seconds. I about lost my mind when she dropped to her knees on the SUV floor and put her hair up. I shifted my hips and watched as she pulled my painfully hard cock out of my briefs.
“I have been thinking about tasting you all day.” She grasped the base of my cock, running her tongue up the underside and then swirling around my thick, swollen head.
“Fuck.”
“You like?”
I nodded like a goddamn fool. She spit on her hand, and I groaned as she worked the shaft a couple of times before her hot, silky mouth took me deep.
She moaned around me; the sound vibrating through me as she worked her fist and mouth in tandem.
I reached for her ponytail. Yanking it back so I could watch her face.
Those soft blue eyes had turned icy hot.
When her free hand cupped my balls, I hissed.
“I’m gonna cum.” I shouted in warning. My warning met with excitement as she picked up the pace, giving me the green light.
When I came, she pulled back, opening her mouth as my cum pooled on her tongue.
She swallowed everything I gave her before wiping the corner of her mouth.
I stared at her in wonder. “You liked that?”
“I fucking loved that.”
I dragged her from her knees onto my lap. My cock was limp and spent on my stomach as I took her mouth. Tasting myself on her lips, she rocked against me, seeking friction as I felt the car pull to a stop.
“We’re home.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement. “As much as I love road head, I think we can have more fun in a bed.”
She was out the door, and I was left literally with my dick in my hand as I rushed to zip my jeans and make myself presentable. She walked through the building as if she owned the place, and I felt like maybe she already owned me.
I nodded to the doorman, and his eyes followed us as we rushed into the elevator. I couldn’t care less what anyone thought tonight. She pressed the penthouse button and scanned the keycard I had given her.
“Am I not moving fast enough for you?” I smirked. Her impatience was endearing and just about enough to make my dick wake back up.
“You could say that. I wanted you before, but now that I’ve tasted you, I want you all over me, on me, and inside me.”
Her hand shook with need, and the momentary reprieve I had from the best blow job of my life was gone. My cock was once again thick in my jeans. I hoped to God that after pre-gaming, I’d be able to last long enough for her, because I doubted Kendra would be one and done.
When we got inside my apartment, she found the controls for the fireplaces and turned them up.
I watched her make herself comfortable in my space and take total control.
I dropped my jacket on the bench by the door and slipped off my shoes.
She’d left a trail of her jacket, shoes, and heavy sweater on my floor.
Her light, long-sleeved shirt clung to her breasts; her nipples poked through the fabric.
Those fucking nipples had been tormenting me for months. Tonight they were mine.
“Are you stopping there?” I asked and leaned into the wall by the entryway.
“Nowhere close to stopping. I’m not planning to wear clothes for the rest of the night, and someone likes to keep his house freezing. I figured my mouth can be a lot more fun if it’s not busy complaining about being cold.”
“You know what’s really fucking adorable?”
“What?”
“You seem to think you’re in control here.”
Her eyes flashed. “What kind of games do you have planned for me?”
“Come here and find out.” I watched her stalk over to where I stood, her chin tipped up, staring me down. “I debated having you strip for me, but I want to take my time with you tonight.”
She swallowed hard, eyes blinking. “J—”
“What, baby?” I skirted my fingertips up the side, tugging her shirt out of her jeans as I went and letting the fabric drop before trailing my fingertips up her ribcage. When I cupped her jaw in my hand, she leaned into my touch.
“I’m…this…”
“Use your words.” I kissed the side of her mouth and retreated when she tried to pull me in for a kiss.
She groaned in frustration. “It’s a lot easier if we skip to the good parts. But you’re going to make me talk about feelings, aren’t you?”
‘How about I start?”
She nodded, relief flooding her face. “Please.”
“I don’t do this without feelings, Kendra.
I don’t trust many people. I haven’t been with a woman in years, and I was fine with that.
But with you, I need that connection like I need my next fucking breath.
It’s not just your body, and you know that’s an elite machine; you’ve worked your ass off to make it that way.
Your fucking mind, you’re brilliant. I want to know everything about you. ”
“I have a hard time talking about my feelings.” Her response came out in a whisper.
“I know you do. So, for now, I’ll talk, okay?”
She nodded, inhaled deeply, and spoke anyway. “I really like you. And the last time that happened, I got hurt.” My chest squeezed painfully as I watched how hard it was for her to say the last part.
“I more than like you, Kendra. We’re pushing the envelope at work, and I don’t fucking care. And if anyone dares say anything to you or about you and our relationship, I’m more than willing to fire them.”
“Our relationship, huh?” Her eyes shone, and emotion clogged her throat.
“Yeah. Us.”
“I need you, Jonathan.” Her voice shook. “And I fucking hate that.”
“It’s okay,” I said, placing her hand on my heart. “Feel that? I need you too.”
When I closed the gap between our mouths, she wrapped her arms around me, threading her hands in my hair. Her mouth nipped at mine, opening on a gasp. My arms answered, and I scooped her up as we kissed, nipped, and sucked frantically at each other.
“The first time is going to be hard and fast. Are you good with that?”
She answered with a grunt, grinding her center against my painfully hard cock. “We have too many clothes on.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I tossed her onto my bed, tearing at her shirt as she sat up and helped me pull it over her head. Her hands were grasping for my belt buckle, frantically working to undress me. We laughed, our haste making us clumsy.
She unfastened her bra, her tits freed, and I pushed her back, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. “Oh, God.” She cried out.
“Oh, baby, you better wait to call on him until I’m inside you.”
“Now, please.”
“Right now?” Her jeans had joined mine on the floor, and my briefs were gone. The only thing between us was a tiny scrap of fabric masquerading as underwear.
“Fuck yes.”
I ripped the second pair of panties in less than twenty-four hours, revealing her pussy. I pressed a finger inside her, finding her more than ready for me. I pumped in and out a few times as her hips met met fingers thrust for thrust. She cried in distress when I removed it.
“I have something better than that,” I said, notching myself at her entrance. “Ready?” I asked, giving her a moment to change her mind before I sank into her.
“Fuck.” Her expletive answered my own as I struggled to stay still while she got used to my size.
“I’m not going to break.” She bit out in response, hips canting against mine, begging for some friction.
I pulled back, pushing back in, her head lolled as her eyes rolled back into her head. “Tell me what you need.”
“You promised me hard and fast.” She answered breathlessly.
I took her mouth in a bruising kiss and slammed back into her; her answering moan was all the encouragement I needed. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoed in my bedroom. “Jesus, your pussy grips me so fucking tight.”
She nipped and sucked at my lower lip, one hand tugged at my hair while the nails of her other hand dug into my ass. She was going to leave a mark, and I fucking loved it.
“Oh, God,” she cried. “Right there.” Her hand pulled at mine and held it over her throat.
I squeezed possessively, sending her over the edge.
I continued pumping into her as her walls pulsed around me, drawing out my own orgasm as I spilled inside her.
When I was completely spent, I collapsed on top of her, enjoying the moment as she lazily stroked my back.