Chapter 30
THIRTY
HENRY
WHO KNEW YOU WERE AN ACTS OF SERVICE KIND OF GUY?
Like any other regular man on earth, I enjoyed sex.
But sex with Kennedy? Mind-fucking-blowing.
It was stupid to believe that one time was going to be enough. What the fuck was I thinking? And even if you took sex out of the equation, there was an undeniable chemistry between us.
I loved hanging out with her. I loved making her smile. I loved how she was unapologetically herself around me.
It was pathetic how much I wanted her to be mine.
How deep in I already was, even though I promised her I was going to take it slow.
It was killing me not to ask her where this was going, what she’d been thinking.
We’d been casually dating—though the media still believed otherwise—and all I wanted to do was get on my knees and beg her to be my actual girlfriend.
I’d never been a patient man, but for her?
I could stand still, even if it killed me, as long as she gave us the chance we deserved.
“How come Sush isn’t all up in our faces demanding treats?” Kennedy asked with a worried frown.
I laughed. “Hayes picked him up this afternoon, claiming he wanted time with his nephew.”
“He needs a pet. He’s kind of lonely, isn’t he?”
I shrugged. “Olivia is moving with him in a few months, and she has a golden retriever. He’ll be plenty entertained and hopefully will stop sniffing around Sush.”
Kennedy hopped on the kitchen island with a smirk. “Look at you, embracing being a cat daddy and all.”
I settled between her legs with a grunt. “He needs to back off. Sush is ours.”
“Well, he’s yours.”
I shook my head. “Nope. I meant what I said.”
She rested her arms on my shoulders as her lips pursed to keep her grin in check. “Does that make me a cat mommy, then?”
I smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
Her laugh was airy, like golden sunlight, and I basked in the sound of it, letting the warmth seep into my bones.
I settled my nose in the crook of her neck and inhaled then dropped a few kisses as my hands caressed her thighs. The need I had for her clouded me like a heavy fog. It didn’t matter I had just taken her in the backseat of my truck, my cock was already throbbing, ready to go.
“I love your legs,” I rasped against her soft brown skin, my hands trailing to the waistband of her leggings. She lifted her hips slightly, giving me the space to slide them off completely.
Her body shivered with a low whimper, and I trailed kisses down as I lifted her jersey then took one of her nipples in my mouth through the lacey fabric of her bra.
“I love your tits, too. They’re perfect.
You’re perfect.” I grabbed the other and squeezed as I continued to twirl my tongue around the other.
“Careful, pretty boy. You sound obsessed with me,” she said through a grin.
A low laugh rumbled deep in my chest as I continued south, kissing her abdomen. But my heart? It stammered painfully at her words.
I was completely and wholeheartedly obsessed with Kennedy Jones, and I was too fucking scared to admit it.
Terrified that if I had, she would have walked away from me for good.
What we had going on was lighthearted, fun.
Just not enough. But I knew this was all she could handle, and there was nothing I could do except…
wait. Wait for her to see me. All of me.
My lips landed on her hip bone with a soft kiss, and I held back a pathetic, needy groan at the sight of her panties that clung to her lips with how wet she already was.
My cock all but screamed at me to let him out, but I pushed the thought away.
I wanted to take my time. To feast and let myself drown in her.
It had been a long fucking week, and even though my father’s threats still lingered in the back of my head, especially since he strangely went AWOL after we had that fight last month, Kennedy was the center of my universe. All my problems and struggles went away when she was near.
“Fuck, you’re drenched.” I lazily swiped my knuckles against her damp underwear, winning a soft whimper from her. “Lie back for me, Kenny. I told you I’d be a good boy and give you anything you wanted. And you want me to eat your pretty cunt, don’t you, baby?”
“Henry, I swear, your dirty talk is insane,” she said through a soft laugh as she got comfortable.
I couldn’t help but smirk. If only she knew I’d never really been a talker. Sure, I knew how to satisfy women, and they always left my bed happy. But it had always been about the release. With Kennedy, though…everything was heightened. Different.
She lifted her hips slightly, and I slowly slid her underwear off then placed the lacy fabric into my pocket.
She propped her elbows on the counter. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I shrugged. “Getting a souvenir for when I’m on the road.”
“You’re depraved, pretty boy.”
“And you love every filthy second of it, Kenny baby.”
I kneeled in front of her, spread her long, delicious legs wide, and dived in.
My tongue found her clit and twirled it, followed by a long and relaxed suck.
She trembled and tried to close her legs, but I gripped her thighs and kept them in place as I continued to lick, twirl, and suck every inch of her.
Tartness with a hint of sweetness coated my tongue, and I was dizzied by it.
“Your cunt tastes fucking delicious,” I groaned against her pussy then flattened my tongue against it and licked it whole.
“Then be a good boy and keep eating your dessert,” she replied huskily. Unashamed and unapologetically.
My cock twitched at her words. Fuck, that was hot. I didn’t know Kennedy was capable of being this bold in bed. The more time we spent together, the more she came out of her shell, and I was like an excited dog, eager for more.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved to be dominant, but when Kennedy called me a good boy? When she stood her ground and ordered me around? I was eager to obey. If she ever decided to take the reins completely, I’d let her. I’d let her do anything she wanted.
I kept my mouth on her, savoring everything her pussy had to offer, and she threaded her fingers through my hair and tugged it when I found a particularly sensitive spot.
I kept the pace, determined to only make her come with my mouth.
With a few sucks and slurps, then some quick flicks with my tongue around her clit, her legs shook with a loud cry of my name.
Her climax coated my tongue, and I kept licking it off, not wanting to waste a single drop.
I enjoyed eating pussy as much as the next guy, but this…
this was different. It possessed me with a hunger that was impossible to satisfy.
“Henry, stop. I can’t anymore.” Kennedy tugged my hair and pushed my head back. “I’m too sensitive.”
I took a breath, followed by a grin. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m dying to fuck you against that window while you have my jersey on.”
She started at the floor-to-ceiling living room windows then at me. Her eyes were heated and a delicious, darker shade of brown. “That sounds…”
“Hot? Oh, yeah.” I stood to my full height. “But first, on your knees, Kennedy. Time to pay for the little stunt you did in the car.”
She hopped out of the counter. Her fingertips found the hem of my shirt, and she got rid of it. Her manicured nails trailed feather-light touches across my chest and abdomen. It burned like a low fuse sparking beneath my skin, and I craved more of it.
“You’re acting as if you hated it. But let’s be real for a sec here…
” She dropped to her knees and made quick work of my jeans and boxers.
My cock was so painfully hard, I was already leaking some pre-cum.
She gripped my length and licked it off with a torturously slow lick.
I groaned. “If I told you to crawl, you would. Wouldn’t you, pretty boy?
” Her tongue darted and licked the full side of my length.
“I think you like obeying.” She stared at me with those big, angelic eyes of hers, but her smile was wicked, like a devil in disguise.
Without an ounce of shame or breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth wide and flattened her tongue, taking me as deep as she could.
The head of my cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, but even then, her eye contact remained steady.
My brain short-circuited. I was a fucking goner, and all I could do was whimper and moan, “Kenny, fuck.” The way her hot, wet mouth felt against me was like dipping into pure, molten bliss and every bit sinful.
Kennedy’s head bobbed as she continued to take me.
Saliva ran down the sides of her mouth, and her eyes watered, but my girl was no quitter.
She gripped what was left of my length with her hands and moved them in sync with her head.
Every time she bobbed her head back, she twirled her tongue around the head of my cock, and every time she went in deep, her teeth slowly grazed my length.
The sensations were inexplicable and every bit explosive.
I sank my fingers into her curls, loving the way they filled my hand. We always fit perfectly, Kennedy and I, like two puzzle pieces who were never meant to be apart.
The thought made my chest swell with excitement and relief.
My balls tingled, so I tightened my core and gritted my teeth to hold myself back.
But Kennedy’s mouth was out of this world.
She wouldn’t let up. She just kept sucking, and slurping, and making those gagging sounds like she couldn’t get enough.
Her thighs clenched, and she started writhing, her pussy seeking some friction.
“Does sucking my cock make you wet?” I asked huskily. “You’re desperate to come again, aren’t you, greedy girl?”