Chapter 10 #2
I feel soft kisses move along my inner thighs, tickling. Again, I can’t escape it because my thighs are still pinned wide. His lips trail up over my mound and belly, then he moves up to latch onto a nipple. He sucks hard again, and I feel another gush flood forth.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair, my nails scraping his scalp.
He leans over me, pressing my back to the desk, and brings his mouth to mine.
I taste myself on him. His warm body presses on my naked one, and I feel his erection hard and long against his jeans crowded against my pussy.
He’s going to have a wet mark on the front with the scent of my release.
I like that and can’t help smiling against his mouth.
He lifts an inch and returns my smile.
He takes my chin and gently tips my head. “You’re the only one I want. Did I make my message clear enough?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good. I don’t want there to be any doubt about who has all my attention. Not some dancer the guys arranged last minute, no one else, Maggie. Only you.”
Happiness floods through me.
“Come with me.”
He leads me through a doorway and into an attached bedroom. The bed is large and made up. The room is neat and clean.
He backs me to the door. “You’re looking at me like you did the first time I saw you at the Gaslight.”
I wet my lips, and his eyes drop to my mouth. He drags his thumb across my full lower one.
“Were you scared of me, then?”
“Terrified.” My voice is barely a whisper.
“You made my dick hard.”
“You made me wet.”
He nods. “Your family will say this is crazy—you and me.”
“Do you care?”
“No. I don’t give a fuck what they think. But I care what you think.”
“I don’t think this is crazy.”
He smiles, and my stomach flips.
His hands cup my face, and I rest my palms on his chest. He tilts his head and covers my mouth with his. This time, the kiss is harder, more possessive. He’s not teasing any longer. There’s urgency in him, like he doesn’t want to waste time with games or bullshit.
When we come up for air, I drag in a breath. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“I never expected to find you again. I thought our chance was gone. But then there you were when I least expected you.”
“Is this crazy?” I pant as he kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear.
“No. This feels as if it was always meant to be. You and I—there’s always been something between us. Tell me you feel it, too.”
“I do.”
He presses more kisses over my face. My body is reacting to his. My nipples are hard and tingling and begging for attention, same with my wet, aching pussy.
Keno pulls back and stares into my eyes. “I didn’t know what the boys were planning. That was not a good surprise for me, Maggie. It was the last thing I wanted. You know that, right?”
I nod.
“You were the prettiest woman here tonight; I didn’t want anyone else. Just you.”
“I hated watching that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t ask for that. I know that.”
With that, he takes my face in his hands, dips his head and kisses me. His tongue pushes inside my mouth.
It’s a possessive kiss, as if he’s branding me his. In this moment, I am his—his to control. Giving myself over, I melt against his chest, tilting my head back and giving him better access. Tonight he owns me.
He tugs me toward the bed and positions me facing it so I’m standing between him and the edge of the mattress. The back of his index finger traces down my bare spine, exposed in the backless dress. “You have the sexiest back I’ve ever seen.”
I turn my head, my chin to my shoulder. “Don’t stop now.”
Keno doesn’t waste a second. I feel his light touch at the back of my neck, pulling the ties that hold the halter top together. It doesn’t take much for the skimpy dress to slide over my skin and pool at my strappy heels. I’ve got nothing on underneath.
Keno sucks in a breath. “Jesus Christ.”
I wrap my arms around myself and look over my shoulder.
His palms settle on my hips, and I drag in a breath. He strokes slowly from my hips to my ribs, and then his big hands close over my breasts, squeezing their fullness and pinching my nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
I moan and arch, rubbing my ass against the hard erection I feel straining against his jeans.
I’m completely naked, and he’s fully clothed, and there’s something so erotic about that. I arch against him like a cat in heat.
His mouth travels along my shoulder and neck, then nips my ear right before he whispers. “Lie down.”
I do as he says, reclining on the warm corduroy fabric of the midnight blue patchwork quilt. It feels like velvet against my skin.
Keno works the strap of one of my heels, pulling it free, then does the same with the other. He takes one delicate foot in his palms, squeezing and massaging, and I moan, my head going back at his tender ministrations.
I roll to a hip, pressing my thighs together and hiding myself from him.
He doesn’t like that.
“Show me that pussy, baby.”
I part my legs just enough to give him a tantalizing glimpse.
It does its job.
His hands work his belt buckle and zipper, and his erection pops into his waiting hand.
My eyes are glued to it. He’s well-endowed and right now, it’s standing erect. He wraps his palm around it and strokes from root to tip, giving the end a twist.
I can’t help extending my arm toward him.
“You look so sexy all stretched out for me, pretty girl.”
Keno strips out of the rest quickly, and I watch, enjoying every inch of the hard, glorious body he reveals.
He must work out by the looks of his arms and chest. He’s got gorgeous ink on his skin, and later, I want to look at all of it and trace every line, but right now I just need his skin pressed to mine.
He puts a knee to the mattress, grabs both my ankles, and yanks me to the edge. I slide down the comforter with a yelp. He takes my hand and pulls me to a sitting position, his other palm stroking my head and pulling it closer to his waiting cock.
“Suck me,” he commands.
I take his cock in my hands lovingly and stroke him, brushing my thumb over the glistening drops of pre-cum on the head.
His hand cups the back of my neck, nudging me forward. I dip my head and lick him. He tastes salty, and I hear the inhalation of breath he sucks in at my touch.
“Fuck yes, baby.”
I take him down to the root, the crown of his dick hitting the back of my throat until I can’t breathe. He withdraws, and then I feel that tug at my nape, urging me forward again. We take up a rhythm until both of his hands fist in my hair, and he fucks my mouth faster and faster.
I cup his balls and stroke the skin between them and his dick, pressing, and his body goes solid, and he explodes in orgasm, shooting his ejaculate down my throat. I take every drop.
His hold gentles, and he staggers a step back.
“Holy fuck. So good.” He pulls free, and I stare up at his heaving chest and smile. He grins, flashing his white teeth at me. It’s a wicked smile that says he’s not anywhere close to being through with me. “Are you wet for me, pretty girl?”
I nod.
Wrapping an arm around my ribs, he drags me up the bed. He reclines on the pillows propped at the headboard and pulls me on top of him until I have a knee on either side of his chest. His big hands cup my ass and bring my pussy to his waiting mouth.
I grab the headboard and hang on as his mouth works me over.
He toys and teases my clit with light touches that have me wanting more.
Two fingers slip inside me and find that spot within seconds, like he’s already memorized its location.
He strokes and presses his free hand against my mound, making the pressure even greater.
I buck, my head falling back, and ride his hand. “Oh, Sully.”
“Goddamn, I love to watch you get off.”
I tip my head forward and meet his eyes. He’s watching my breasts bounce above him as I straddle his head.
“You’ve got the prettiest tits, baby. Firm and round. Bring that nipple to me.”
I scoot back, eager to please him. He latches on, sucking hard, then nipping and working my swollen bud. He gives the other the same attention, the entire time, fucking me with his fingers.
“I want these sore tomorrow. I want you to think of me every time your shirt drags across them.”
“I’ll wear a bra.”
“Not if I say don’t, you won’t.”
“You want me braless in front of the club?”
“You were braless in front of them tonight.”
“That’s different. The dress called for it.”
“Bullshit. You just like driving men over the edge.”
I stroke his cheek and pant. “Only you, Sully.”
His eyes soften at that. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you’re getting off.”
It’s not long before I’m climbing to orgasm quickly and moan loudly.
“Hold off for me, Six. Not yet.”
He slows the strokes of his fingers, giving me respite, then ramping me back up again. He does this several times until I’m sure I can’t take it anymore.
“Please, Sully.”
I feel his erection bob against my ass and know he’s hard again. His hands cup my waist, and he lifts me, then grabs his cock and brings it to the entrance of my pussy, circling it around and around in my wetness.
A sexy groan rumbles up from his chest. “Fuck yeah. So wet, and it’s all for me.”
A moment later, he thrusts inside me, holding me tight with his strong grip on my waist. The sensation is overwhelming, and my mouth forms an O. I take a moment to adjust to the exquisite feeling of him filling me completely.
“Ride me,” he orders, and I do, rolling my hips in slow, sensual movements, arching my back and dragging my sensitive clit across the skin at the base of his cock.
The feeling is so good I know right then I never want to stop.
He smacks my ass cheek. “Faster.”
But I only smile and disobey his command, shaking my head and giving him a taste of his own medicine.
He grins, but he’s having none of that. With a tight arm around my waist, he rolls us both until he’s over me, pinning me to the bed with his hard body.
His gaze deepens, and I feel a rush of warmth flood my pussy.
He spreads his knees, moving my thighs apart even farther, then hooks an arm under each knee, pressing them forward until I’m totally immobilized.
Then he grins that wicked grin of his, letting me know he’s got me now.
Anyway, he wants me, fast, slow, shallow, deep… I can’t do a thing about it but submit.
It is his birthday, so I don’t mind giving him whatever he wants.
He strokes in and out in long slow swipes until I’m desperate for more, only when I beg him, does he finally give me what I want, increasing his pace and thrusts until his body is slick with sweat, and my pussy is dripping for him, coating him fully.
The sensation is so fucking good, I don’t ever want him to stop.
Somehow, the words slip out of my mouth in a breathy mantra. “Don’t ever stop. Don’t ever stop.”
That only urges him on until his whole body is shaking, on the verge of exploding in orgasm. And then we both come hard. I cry out, and he grunts.
We’re both breathing heavily when my arms go around him, and he collapses on top of me. He flips off me, his chest heaving. I watch and trail the back of my hand down his slick skin. I want to rub my nipples across that chest. I want to drag them teasingly across his chest.
My sweating body is chilled and misses his warmth, so I roll and lay across that chest that so beckons me.
His arms go around me, holding me to him.
A feeling shoots through me from my heart to my brain.
It tells me I’m home. I finally found my safe spot.
It’s here, held in his arms, listening to his heartbeat under my ear, feeling his hands stroke my spine.
This is my safe place; here in his arms.
I close my eyes.
I never want to leave it.
As if he senses something, Keno presses his lips to my forehead. “Tell me you won’t regret this tomorrow.”
“Never.”
“Good. Sleep, Maggie. I’ve got you.”
My body listens as if he rules it. I’m out like a light in minutes.