10. Indie
INDIE
The park had become the place we gravitated to most often. We both enjoyed the time outdoors and taking walks for our mental health. Kiernan had picked up calling them hot girl walks the same as I did and I loved him for that alone.
It was also our favorite way to decompress from our days. When you spend eight to twelve hours in the silent company of only corpses, being out in the open air with a friend to talk to feels extra nice.
And Kiernan had become that to me.
He wasn’t just someone I wanted to fuck around with, he was quickly becoming my best friend.
Don’t tell Owen.
That evening, the park was more crowded than usual—excessively so—because we’d somehow both missed that there was an outdoor concert happening. Some local band that ended up being both our vibes, so we decided to stick around.
There was a shortage of comfortable places to sit near the outdoor stage—a lack of places to sit in general. We got as close as we could with the crowd spilling over every square inch of the expanse of the park, and Kiernan plopped down on a section of grass off to the side of the stage.
He looked so out of place still in the clothes he’d worn to work that day, his business casual ever at odds with the rest of him.
A grin split my face as he pulled me down to settle between his thighs. It couldn’t have been comfortable for him to act as my chair, but he didn’t seem to mind—so much so that several minutes into the show it became harder and harder to ignore the fact that his thick cock was at least semi-erect and pressing against my spine.
I shifted, feigning readjusting for my comfort as I ground against him. I felt his cock twitch with each shift of my body and I bit my lip to hold in the giggle threatening to break free.
He banded his arm around my waist and pulled me to a more upright seated position, my back now more flush to his front than it had been.
“I know what you’re doing.” His breath was hot against the shell of my ear and chill bumps peppered my arms even though the evening air was warm and balmy.
I pushed myself harder into him. “What’s that?”
“Begging me to finger fuck you in front of all these people, for starters.”
I sucked in a breath and twisted my head to the side to look up at him. That wasn’t what I was doing, but now that he’d suggested it…
“Be good,” he said, squeezing my hip bone.
“You make that hard to do,” I said.
“I could say the same for you.” Another squeeze, and then his hand shifted to my thigh, his fingers innocently stroking my bare skin.
Under my skirt.
For several long minutes, he made no move to do anything more, but each brush of his calloused hand against my sensitive flesh had me soaking. If he shifted even a centimeter closer to where I so desperately wanted his hand to be, he’d know just how much I enjoyed his hands on me in front of all these people.
Music floated in the air around us, pressing against my eardrums and overwhelming my senses. I was surrounded on all sides. By the crowd. The noise.
By Kiernan.
I forced myself to relax, my body going lax in his arms—and he noticed.
He dragged his fingers across the slick section of my inner thigh. His low chuckle vibrated against me. Against my bones.
I spasmed at the feel of him. At the thought of him doing what he said.
Would he?
He was dangerously close.
If anyone looked at us hard enough, they’d probably assume his fingers were inside me anyway.
Without warning or hesitation, he ran two fingers along my center. My legs fell apart even further, welcoming his touch. Desperate for it.
“You like it, don’t you? Being in public?”
The first and last time I’d ever done anything in public was with him. I supposed it might be our thing, that it was just having him anywhere that I liked.
That, and a combination of the fact that neither of us could seem to keep our hands off one another.
“Do you?” I squirmed, my breath catching as he pressed those two fingers inside me, curling them in a way that made me feel like I was both dying and being born again all at once.
“Apparently I do.” He nipped at the side of my neck, sucking a mark at the base of my throat.
A raindrop fell, splashing lightly against the hand I had curled tightly around his forearm.
And then another.
And another.
Within moments, there was a steady downpour.
The band kept playing under the covered stage, but people around us began to disperse. One at a time, and then by the dozens.
They ran for cover.
Kiernan held me in place. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until you come for me.”
“Kier—”
“Not until you come for me. I finish everything I start, Indie. Especially when it comes to you.”
He knew just how to get me there, and seemed to know my body better than I knew it myself. My pussy clenched and fluttered, and my body was so wound tight and on fire that I was surprised the raindrops weren’t sizzling against my skin as they beat down on our tangled bodies.
My mouth dropped open with a silent scream. Kiernan moved his free hand from my waist to my chin, pulling my lips toward his. He sucked the pleasure from my tongue, sucked my soul from my body.
As I came down, his urgency dimmed. His kisses were slower, sweeter.
He righted my skirt, giving me a quick squeeze from behind, and pressed one last chaste kiss on my temple. “Such a good girl for me.”
I clenched again, this time at his words, fighting off a full-body shudder.
I could love this man so easily.
I wasn’t sure I hadn’t loved him from the beginning.
I think sometimes you just know, love at first sight and all that.
Love at first blowjob.
Head over vagina.
He stood, pulling me with him.
“We’re soaked,” I noted, not in any hurry to move because what did it matter at this point?
“You’re definitely soaked.” He smirked.
I rolled my eyes, taking him by his cum soaked hand as we made to leave.
He brought both our hands to his mouth as we walked, unthreading the two fingers he’d just had inside me, and licked each one without so much as sparing me a side glance.
Yeah.
I could absolutely love this man.