Lilah
I ’m breathless with anticipation as I step inside the lobby of Kincaid’s building. He thinks I’m studying tonight, but I lied because I want to surprise him. And because I couldn’t wait to see him again. I texted my dad letting him know I’m at Sadie’s, and the guilt over sneaking around behind his back is the only thing I feel bad about in this situation.
I check the time on my phone, knowing their plane landed about an hour ago, and then sink down into an overstuffed leather armchair. The doorman glances my way but doesn’t say anything. I’m not sure how long it’ll take Kincaid to get here, so I pull a textbook out of my bag and start reading. Well, trying to read. But I can’t really focus on the words in front of me when I feel like I’m about to burst because I’ll be seeing Kincaid again soon.
Thankfully, the door to the lobby whooshes open and I’m put out of my misery as Kincaid steps inside. My heart throbs against my ribs as he sees me and goes still, his wheeled suitcase bumping into his leg.
“,” he breathes, a smile breaking out across his face. I’m already out of my chair and running to him. He lifts me easily into his arms, and before my next breath I’m wrapped around him, our foreheads pressed together. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, his fingers flexing into me. “I didn’t think I’d see you until tomorrow.”
“I wanted to surprise you,” I whisper, and then he’s kissing me, slow and deep. The slide of his tongue against mine settles something inside me, something that’s been restless and on edge ever since he left town. His heart’s beating so hard that I can feel it against my chest.
“I am definitely surprised,” he says against my lips. “Can you stay tonight?”
I nod. “He thinks I’m at Sadie’s.” I don’t need to say who he is. We both know, because it weighs on both of us. “I’m all yours.”
He lets out a rumble of approval and kisses me again. I feel a little drunk with how much I need him. How badly I’ve missed him.
“Being away from you was agony, ,” he whispers, and it’s like he can read my thoughts.
“For me, too,” I say. “I hated it.”
He kisses me once more and then sets me down. We gather our things and head for the elevator, excitement and happiness and the relief at being reunited zipping between us. In the elevator, he holds me against him, my back pressed to his front as he massages my hips with his huge hands. By the time the doors open, my nipples are hard, my clit is throbbing, and my panties are ruined.
And then we’re sealed away in his apartment, alone together.
My favorite place to be.
He takes my backpack and sets it down in the corner with his suitcase and then he picks me up again, walking us straight into his bedroom.
“I stroked my cock thinking about you every single day,” he rasps, pulling my sweater off over my head. He pulls his own shirt off next, and I’m a little breathless at the sight of Kincaid Campbell shirtless before me. It’s like I’ve forgotten just how sexy he is in the time we’ve been separated. “I came so hard with your name pounding through my brain.”
I sigh and wriggle out of my jeans. “I…I touched myself, too,” I admit. Of course, I’m now blushing furiously. But I don’t hate blushing around Kincaid the way I do around most people because I know how much he likes it.
He exhales and traces his fingers over my warm cheek. “Adorable,” he says softly. “So fucking cute and sweet.” He sits down on the bed and then hauls me between his spread legs, kissing the tops of my breasts. He’s so much bigger than me that even though he’s sitting on the bed, we’re still at eye-level. “I want details, sweet girl.”
I bite back a moan as he sucks my nipple through my bra. “Every single time I replayed the memories of us together, I’d get so wet and achy. So turned on.” My head falls back as he scrapes his teeth gently over my nipple, then turns his attention to the other one. “I’d lock my door and lie on my bed with my legs spread, playing with my clit while I remembered how good your mouth felt.” My entire body is on fire, but there’s something about speaking the dirty words aloud. Something that makes me feel powerful.
His hands drop from my hips to my ass, kneading the flesh there.
“Are you wet and achy now?” I whimper as he slides a hand up my thigh and nudges my legs apart. “Fuck. You’ve got a little wet spot on your panties already.”
I slide my hand down his muscled chest and to the massive bulge in his jeans, running my palm over it and earning a low, gruff groan from him.
“Undo my pants,” he orders, but there’s a gentleness in his tone. He’s bossing me around, but he’s so soft about it. It’s perfection. He pulls the cups of my bra down, making my breasts spill out, and he pushes them together with his hands, rubbing his mouth over my hard nipples, biting and licking. With shaking fingers, I undo his belt, the clank of the buckle, the rasp of his zipper filling my ears and making my body throb.
He lifts his hips just enough that I can push his jeans and boxer briefs down, and I feel giddy at the sight of his cock, red and hard with moisture leaking from the slit.
I want to lick up that moisture. I want to taste him and make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
“Still want to learn how to suck my cock, sweet girl?” he asks, dragging his tongue over my nipples, sending zings of electricity straight to my clit.
I nod. “I want to make you feel good.”
He groans. “On your knees, .” I obey instantly. My stomach is a ball of nerves, but the rest of me is on fire. Kincaid’s enormous cock bobs in front of my face, and I swear my mouth waters. He threads his thick fingers through my hair, caressing my scalp gently. “You want to suck this cock?”
I lick my lips and nod, and fresh moisture leaks from his slit.
“Lick the tip,” he says, and his voice has taken on that low, rough timbre that drives me wild. I grip him with one hand and bring him to my mouth. My heart is a hummingbird in my chest, my clit a constant throb between my legs. I lap up the moisture leaking from his head, moaning at the salty taste of him. “Fuck, that’s it. Lick the tip and cup my balls with your other hand. Play with them. Fuck, just like that,” he groans when I do as I’m told. I drag my tongue over his head again, making more moisture leak out. His balls are hot and heavy in my hand, the skin velvety soft. “Mmm, good girl. Your little tongue feels so good on my aching cock.” I lick him like a lollipop, rolling his balls in my hand.
I’m soaking my panties right now. I’m dripping down my thighs. I understand now why he wants to eat my pussy every day, because I think I want to do this every day, too.
“Lick up the length of me,” he says, his voice gruff and sexy. “Up and down. Get me nice and wet with that pretty little tongue.” I trace my tongue up the underside of his cock, then over the sides. His skin is so hot and soft against my tongue. I absolutely love it.
His fingers tighten in my hair slightly. “Eyes on me, sweet girl. I want you looking at me while you suck a cock for the first time. While I teach you how to be a good girl on your knees for me.”
I moan and keep licking, his dirty words twisting the arousal inside me tighter.
“I want you to spit on my cock and stroke me.” His words are filthy, but his touch as reassuring as he massages my scalp. I hesitate slightly before spitting right on the head of his cock, the saliva glistening in the dim lighting as I start to stroke him from the base all the way to the head.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hips moving slightly on the bed. “Good girl. That’s it. Do it again.”
I spit on him again, more confidently this time, and stroke him in a steady rhythm. I feel his cock jerk in my hand, and I bite back a grin. Turning Kincaid on and making him feel good isn’t just sexy as hell. It’s fun.
“Now put me in your mouth,” he says, and I can already hear him starting to come undone. “Wrap your pretty lips around me and suck.”
Keeping my eyes on him, I lean forward and take the head of his cock into my mouth. My pussy pulses at the weight of him on my tongue and we moan in unison as I start to slowly move my mouth up and down his thick shaft, sucking gently.
“Oh, fuck, ,” he moans. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. You’re sucking me so perfectly. That’s it, sweet girl. You’re doing such a good job.”
I’m glowing with his praise, and I take a little more of him into my mouth. I moan at the feeling of being filled with him. He slowly strokes his thumb around my stretched lips, his touch feather-light.
“The sight of my cock disappearing into your perfect little mouth is going to fucking wreck me,” he says, his voice gritty. “Can you take more? Breathe through your nose, sweet girl. I’m gonna slide in deeper.”
He weaves both hands in my hair and gives me another inch of his cock. I’m drooling around him, my mouth leaking almost as much as my pussy.
“Does it feel good, having me in your mouth?” he asks, and I nod, moaning around him. “That’s right, angel. Because you were made for me. You were meant to be mine.”
His words spur me on, and I suck him a little deeper, working him with my mouth.
“Christ, you’re good at this,” he groans, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Lick my balls,” he pants. “Suck them in your mouth while you stroke me.” I ease off of his wet cock and stroke him, bringing my mouth to his balls. I lick them all over and then gently suck them one by one into my mouth, swirling my tongue over them. Kincaid lets out a strangled sound that makes my pussy clench and drip, so I do it again, wanting more of those sounds. His hips are moving, restless on the bed, and he guides my mouth back to his cock.
“Hold still,” he orders. “Gonna fuck your mouth a little.” With his hands in my hair, he moves me up and down his shaft, his hips pumping in a slow rhythm as he slides over my tongue, again and again. “That’s it. Relax your jaw and let me in deeper.” I can taste how turned on he is, and I moan around him as he uses me. “Put your hand in your panties and play with your clit while I fuck your mouth, . But don’t come. Not until I’m inside you.”
I moan again and do as I’m told, sliding my hand into my panties and right to my swollen, achy clit. I work it in circles as Kincaid pushes into my mouth, over and over again, the wet sound of it only making me throb even more.
“God, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he groans. “I’m already addicted to this, sweet girl. Your mouth is perfection. And it’s all mine. No one else knows how fucking good your mouth feels. Only me. Because you’re mine.”
I moan and rub my clit harder.
He heaves a breath and slides slowly out of my mouth, then rubs his thumb over my tingling lips. “Tomorrow, I’ll come in your mouth. Tonight, I want to come inside you.” He helps me to my feet and then pushes my panties down over my hips as he kisses me. “You had me so close to coming, . You did so good. Did you like it?”
I nod. “I did. I love making you feel good.”
“Mmm. Such a good girl for me.” He slips a hand between my legs, groaning when he feels how wet and swollen I am.
“I need you inside me,” I whisper, and he strokes my clit a few times.
“I can feel how much you need me. Come here.” Still sitting on the edge of the bed, he picks me up and then slowly lowers me down onto his cock. It burns a little as I slide all the way down, my fingers digging into his shoulders, but I don’t care. I need to be filled up. I need it like I need air right now.
I’m in his lap, my arms and legs wrapped around him, completely impaled on his massive cock. I’m stretched so full that I think I might break apart, but if I do, it’ll be worth it. For a minute, he just holds me there, letting me stretch around him as he kisses me, his hands stroking up and down my back. He finds the clasp for my bra and undoes it, tossing the garment aside. I moan at the way my nipples brush against his hard chest.
He’s so much bigger than me, and right now, in his lap, I feel positively tiny.
“My beautiful girl,” he murmurs between kisses. “There isn’t a second that goes by that I don’t want you.” He pushes his hips up, and I swear my eyes roll back in my head. It’s so intense I have to remember to breathe, but it feels so, so good at the same time. Kincaid presses a hand to my belly. “Look, angel. I’m so deep inside you.” I look down to where he’s pressing on my abdomen and gasp when he flexes his cock inside me, making my belly twitch.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, completely rapt. “So deep.” He flexes again, both of us watching my body as it moves in response to him.
“So deep inside your tiny, perfect pussy,” he groans in agreement, and then he kisses me again, holding me tight with his cock buried inside me. For several moments, we don’t move, just kissing and touching while my pussy drips around his cock. “I’m so obsessed with you, ,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “I have been since we first met.” He lifts one hand between us, the other splayed across my back, teasing my nipples with gentle touches. “I have a confession to make,” he says, and my eyes meet his.
“What?” I sigh as his hand skates lower, fingers teasing around my clit, rubbing gently around where we’re joined.
“Even though I knew it was wrong, I started following you after we met at that party. I needed to see you, even if I didn’t think anything could or should happen between us. I just…” He strokes my clit. “I needed to be near you.”
I bite back a smile. I know I should see what he just told me as an enormous red flag, but I don’t because it’s Kincaid. Because as twisted as it is, I love it.
“So you weren’t just stretching your legs on campus that day?”
He chuckles. “No. I was watching you.”
I moan and writhe on his lap. “That’s so hot.”
I see the relief flash in his eyes. “I can’t help myself when it comes to you, . You’re perfect. My sweet angel. I was never going to be able to stay away.”
“I don’t want you to stay away,” I say, my voice raw with emotion. “Ever, Kincaid.”
He takes my hand, the one with the K ring on it and weaves our fingers together over his heart. “I love you, . I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re mine. Mine to protect. Mine to worship. Mine to love.” He flexes his hips. “Mine to fuck.”
I sigh. “Yours, Kincaid. I’m so yours.”
He groans and drops his hands to my ass, working me up and down his cock as though I weigh nothing. The movement makes the muscles in his arms and chest bunch and flex and I am totally drooling over how hot my sexy older boyfriend is.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers in my ear as he fucks me deep and slow. “I dreamed about getting back inside you the entire time I was gone.”
“I missed you so much, too.”
“You’re like sunshine, . Always the best, sweetest part of my day.”
My eyes sting and I cling to him, trying to ride him, but he’s so wide and my legs are so short that I can’t get enough leverage. He chuckles and grips my ass tighter, sliding me up and down his cock with ease.
“My sweet, tiny girl. You make me feel crazy. I’m never going to get enough. Never. I want to give you the fucking world.”
“I don’t need the world, Kincaid. I just need you.”
“You have me, . You have all of me. Always.”
We both moan and start kissing again as he fucks me slow and deep. Heat and pressure are building low in my stomach, and I’m so wet that he’s working me up and down his thick cock with ease. There’s no pain this time, only delicious, decadent fullness.
“So fucking tight. The way you grip my cock is perfect. So perfect,” he groans, pushing up into me with a little more force. “Tell me who this perfect little cunt belongs to.”
“It’s yours,” I sigh. “Every part of me is yours.”
“That’s right,” he moans. “Gonna take such good care of you.” He reaches between us and starts petting my clit, making me buck and moan. “Does that feel good when I rub your swollen little clit?”
I bite my lip and nod, my legs shaking. “So good. So much better than when I do it.”
“I’ll play with your clit whenever you want, sweet girl.” He rubs his thumb in a slow circle around it. “Play with it and kiss it as much as you want.”
I moan and he kisses me again, still working my clit, still fucking me slow and deep with his thick cock.
“You’re taking me so well, . Such a good girl. The best girl.” He meets my eyes, and I can see the emotion in his. “I’m the luckiest man in the entire world because you’re mine.”
I shake my head, my throat thick with emotion. “I’m the lucky one.”
He kisses me, rubbing my clit as he slowly strokes in and out of my wet pussy. “I’m going to spend all night inside you, cuddling you and fucking you, over and over.”
I nod. “Yes, please. I’ve felt so empty without you.”
“Gonna fall asleep with my cock inside you.” I clench around him and he lets out a low chuckle. “You like that idea of keeping my cock warm for me while I sleep, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I answer immediately. “Is that…wrong?”
He shakes his head, rolling my clit between his fingers. “Nothing we do together is wrong, . It might be filthy, but it’s not wrong.”
“I…I like being filthy with you,” I say, my voice shaking a little. I can feel myself blush, which is insane given that he’s literally inside me with his fingers on my clit.
He groans and kisses my neck. “I love how fucking sweet you are. I love everything about you.”
“Kincaid,” I sigh, my pussy fluttering around him as my orgasm gets closer.
“Now that I’m home, I don’t know how I’m going to keep my cock out of you,” he murmurs, trailing his lips over my neck, sliding me up and down his perfect cock. “I’m going to fuck you over and over and over. I’m going to fill you with so much come that it constantly drips out of you.”
“Oh, shit,” I whisper. I’m shaking now, my entire body on fire.
“My sweet angel who does filthy things with me behind closed doors.”
“Yes,” I moan. I’m writhing on his cock, searching out the slide of his fingers. “Only yours. Only ever yours.”
“Mine,” he says, his voice rough. The possession in his voice is what tips me over the edge, and a massive orgasm crashes through me. I’m shaking and screaming his name, clawing at his shoulders as he pumps his cock into me. My pussy is hot and throbbing, and impossibly wet. I throb and pulse around him, coming and coming, the pleasure stealing my breath and making the entire world disappear. My vision goes a little hazy with the intensity of it, and it’s only Kincaid’s mouth on mine that brings me back to Earth.
I’m dazed and limp, and he starts fucking me faster and harder, using me like a toy as he slides me up and down his length.
“,” he growls, and then I can feel him coming, hot spurts filling me up until I’m overflowing. His cock flexes inside me, over and over again as he groans my name like a prayer. His chest heaves and he meets my eyes. His pupils are completely blown, almost fully obscuring the beautiful blue that I love so much. “I love coming inside you.”
“I love it too,” I admit. Then I duck my head against him, needing the shelter to speak the dirty words on the tip of my tongue. “I like when you make a mess of my pussy.”
He groans loudly and eases back on the bed, taking me with him with his cock still buried inside me. “Don’t move,” he says, his voice rough around the edges. “Keep me right there, where I belong. Inside my girl’s wet little cunt that I just filled with come.”
I moan and clench around him, making a little of the come drip out. He threads a hand through my hair and kisses me. “I love you so much, .”
My heart feels so full in this moment that I could cry. “I love you too, Kincaid.”
We kiss and kiss, our mouths slow and unhurried. “My sweet angel,” he whispers. “I’d do anything for you. I’ll always protect you. Give you anything in the world,” he promises between kisses.
“As long as I have you, that’s all I need.”
We stay like that for a long time, but eventually he pulls out of me and we get cleaned up and ready for bed. I didn’t bother packing any pajamas because why would I? If I’m in Kincaid’s bed, I don’t need clothes.
He seems to have the same idea, because he slides between the sheets completely naked, too. He pulls me into his arms with my back to his front, kissing my neck and playing with my nipples until I’m wiggling against him. With a low chuckle, he lifts my leg and slowly pushes his hard cock into my pussy, not stopping until he’s buried inside me.
“Oh, God,” I moan, pulsing around him. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the exquisite fullness of him inside me.
He lowers my leg and lays a hand low on my stomach, almost on my mound.
“Good night, sweet girl,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.
True to his word, we fall asleep fully connected, with his cock nestled inside me.
And I know I’m home.