CHAPTER 27
brEVAN
I’ve sucked a dick like three times in my life.
Not for any other reason than those are the only times the situation has come up.
I think I’ve had my cock sucked far more than that, though…
maybe not. My sexual experiences before Kendrick weren’t frequent or many.
It’s been rare that someone shows an interest in me.
My tongue moves around his cockhead as I taste his precum. I’ll never get tired of the way he’s looking at me right now. I can practically feel the heat in his eyes touch my skin as he looks at me with blown pupils.
Kendrick’s fingers move into my hair, and I encourage him to fuck into my mouth. He does, though he’s not quick or hard about it. The sound of his moan feels like it reverberates through my body. Hot. Deep. Like the sound of a bass, I can practically feel it in my bones.
I drop my hand between my legs to jerk myself while he enjoys my mouth.
I can’t decide if it’s the movement over my dick that has my blood boiling and my orgasm ready to leak out of me or everything about this moment with Kendrick—his cock in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue, the way he’s looking at me, the slight tug of his hand in my hair, the pace in which he’s thrusting into my mouth.
I’m not surprised when my orgasm comes first. I feel like I have such a short fuse with him. It’s almost immediate every time he touches me.
I groan around his cock, which only seems to make his moans louder. My body shivers even with the hot water spraying over me.
“I’m there,” Kendrick says.
I nod, making sure he knows I heard him.
He bursts on my tongue a second later, and I do my best to swallow.
I’m not the biggest fan of swallowing, but I also know that I enjoy it more when the person sucking me doesn’t pull off my dick right before I come.
It’s an interruption of the sensation, and I lose some of the pleasure in my orgasm.
I want Kendrick’s orgasm to feel really good, so I keep sucking him through it.
He pulls me to my feet when he’s finished and takes my mouth in his.
I haven’t even finished swallowing his load when his tongue sweeps through my mouth.
It’s unexpectedly hot. Even hotter is when Kendrick adjusts us in the shower and sets my foot on the built-in bench.
The next thing I know, his fingers press into my hole, beginning with two.
I gasp into his mouth as he rubs my prostate.
He’s not using lube. I can tell. But there’s definitely something slick that’s not just water.
Must be soap. I don’t care what it is, as he presses all my buttons and makes my body tremble against him.
I grip his shoulders, afraid that the way he’s touching me is going to make my knees buckle.
“You really like that,” Kendrick says, lips on my neck.
“Yes,” I grunt. My voice hitches in the middle of the word as his fingers curl again. It feels as if someone just poured hot liquid into my core just then. Holy fuck.
“Come on. I think we’re clean enough.”
I nod a little wildly.
“Go get on the bed. Ass up.”
A shiver of anticipation races through me as I return to his room. I’m dripping, but I’m too excited to go back for a towel, so I lie on the end of his bed. I’m not sure if he meant on my hands and knees or on my stomach. I’m so tired, though, so I lie on my stomach.
I’m not sure where Kendrick goes until he returns with the condoms and lube he bought in Iceland. His body comes down on mine, straddling my thighs as he resumes stretching my hole, this time with lube. His fingers widen me until I’m practically crying with need.
Who’d know I had just gotten off a few minutes ago? Not with the way my body is acting.
Kendrick slides one of my legs off the bed, his leg coming behind mine. His hand holds his weight where it rests in front of my face on the bed. His cockhead is pressing against my hole, and I’m practically vibrating with need.
I have to bite my tongue before I insist he get inside me right now! My body jerks when his dick breaches my hole and begins pressing in, deeper and deeper. Every inch shoves more air from my lungs. My eyes shoot wide. And then he’s seated deeply inside me.
Fucking me and making my brain spin as if it’s stuck in a cyclone. Oh god. Oh my god. God, it feels so good.
The noise of our bodies slapping together is loud. The pornographic sound makes my cheeks hot, and the heat rushes over my skin. Kendrick remains hovering over me for a long while as he fucks into my hole.
My body jerks when he buries deep and then pulls me into him. Once again, I feel like he’s forced the air from my lungs as he rolls us to the side and begins fucking me like that. My hand drops to my dick.
There’s something even better about this position. The way my back arches slightly. Kendrick’s arm just under my neck to keep me in place. His hot, heavy breaths grunting in my ear. I feel like I shouldn’t be ready to come again yet, but he’s undoing me like this.
I come without warning, my entire body spasming as his dick moves in and out of me. Over and over. Making my orgasm rage on.
“That’s it,” he grunts, voice breathless and growly. “Strangle my dick with your orgasm, sweetheart.”
I do. I’m not sure if my orgasm is extended like I feel it is, but I keep my ass clenched. The way his grunts become more unhinged and his thrusts more erratic, I know he likes it.
His orgasms are sexy. The noise he makes is intoxicating. I shudder as it washes over and through my body.
Then we’re left panting, sweaty, hearts racing. Kendrick’s lips press to my shoulder. “You’re incredible, Brevan,” he murmurs. “I can never express how much I love you being here with me. Sharing your body and your heart.”
There’s something in the air that makes my eyes sting. It’s on the tip of my tongue to thank him for taking an interest in both. Either. Not many people do. I feel like that’s not the kind of thing to express right now, so I try to snuggle further into him.
He pulls his cock out of me and discards the condom before rolling me around so I’m lying sprawled across his chest. I miss the view of the mountains that I had last time we lay like this, though the park outside is beautiful. Even without the mountains, this moment feels perfect.
The way his fingers move over my bare skin, following a trail slowly up and down the length of my arm. He kisses the top of my head every few heartbeats. The world around us is getting darker, quieter as night arrives.
Right until his phone rings and startles us both. He chuckles and then sighs. I try to get up so he can answer, but he keeps me close while bringing the phone back from the nightstand. I’m not even sure when it got there. Maybe when he brought the supplies up.
He sighs again and answers. He barely manages a hello before the woman on the other end begins yelling. I wince. But then my entire body begins to stiffen as her words—loud and clear because of my proximity to the phone and how loudly she’s yelling—begin to register.
“You’re finally home, and you don’t call me? You didn’t even tell me you were leaving the country, Kendrick. Meanwhile, I find out you’ve cut me off from the IRA accounts. You can’t do that. That retirement is—”
“Mine,” Kendrick interrupts. “You didn’t contribute a cent and therefore you don’t get a cent.”
“You can’t do that. The house is mine. Not that you care. You must have a house out there with your lover, right? Is that why you’ve never taken us on a trip like you just took—you were taking your other family? Your affairs? How dare you cut me off from the retirement that’s owed to me!”
Her words fade, which is pretty impressive since she doesn’t stop screaming. Oh my god, he’s married. Of course he’s married. He’s amazing. But I’m the other guy. I’m the affair.
I jump again when Kendrick snaps, “Enough, Natalia.” The woman falls silent.
My breath becomes lodged in my throat. “I’ve had it.
I’ve been patient. I’ve listened to you throw your tantrums for months now.
I’ve been accommodating, sympathetic, and reasonable despite your constant empty accusations.
But I’ve reached the end of my patience.
Do not call me again until you’ve signed the damn papers.
You’re not getting anything else from me. ”
Silence settles around the room. I think the call has ended. My eyes are wide, and my body feels like it’s a live wire.
“I should go,” I whisper and pull away.
Kendrick grips my chin and brings my eyes to his. “I owe you an explanation.”
I shake my head because I don’t want to hear it. I feel stupid. I feel—
“I am technically married, as I think you’ve gleaned from that…
well, conversation seems too generous a word.
I filed for divorce eight months ago, Brevan.
I expressed to my wife that I wanted a divorce four months prior to that.
Natalia has spent the last year throwing a tantrum and making all kinds of false, evidenceless accusations while she digs her heels in and refuses to sign the papers.
I’ve not pushed because…” His voice trails off, and I don’t think he knows why.
Kendrick sighs. “I suppose I’ve let it drag on because I didn’t have a reason to insist. But I’m tired of being her punching bag.
I’m tired of listening to her scream about whatever bullshit she can come up with.
More than that, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, and you found out this way. ”
“I—why?”
“Why, what?”
I don’t have anything to add to that word, though, so I just stare at him.
“We married twenty-seven years ago, right here at RDU. We married just after graduation. Our oldest son, Seth, was born just before I accepted my first job at RDU. At the time, we were living in Anaheim, where her family is. When I accepted the job, she wanted to stay. She wanted me to stay there. But this was the place I wanted to be. Where I felt I needed to be. So we chose to live separately. I’d drive home every weekend.
About the time Tabby, my third child, was three, those drives began to feel very long, so I started to go home every other weekend.
Then every third weekend. Then once a month.
Once every two months. Once every three months. ”
My heart aches for him. There’s a tone in his voice that I can’t quite explain. Sad doesn’t cover it. Lost, maybe. Devoid of hope.
“Eventually, I stopped coming home except for my kids’ birthdays.
Holidays. Vacations. I called often. All the time.
But the chasm that had been growing between Natalia and me only got bigger, so our conversations became nonexistent.
So I called for my kids. Even in the early days of this breakdown, I could hear the distance in the way my kids talked to me. ”
Once again, Kendrick’s voice trails off. I can see the pain on his face as he explains, and I desperately want to take it away. But I’m frozen right where I tried to leave, with his fingers on my chin, keeping me here.
So I stare and wait.