19. SYDNEY
19
SYDNEY
Koa’s face scrunches up in confusion. As much as I’m enjoying using his half naked body as a security blanket, I need a minute to collect my thoughts.
He’s read every book. And not just read them but annotated them in detail. How did I never notice? I feel like an idiot for never seeing the signs.
“Yes, face masks!” I pop a kiss on his lips—which feels more natural than it should—and push him off of me.
He groans as he rolls onto his back and I slide off the bed. I brought all the necessities for a night of reading. When he asked me what I wanted to do at the library, a night spent wrapped up in my favorite robe and a good book is what I would pick every time. Although now I will be adding ‘ wrapped up with Koa to the list ’ too.
“You are going to love this. Your pores will be so grateful,” I say. He grunts and I glance over my shoulder to say something snarky. The words come to a screeching halt in my brain when my eyes land on Koa still spread out on the bed.
His face is wedged in his elbow and his other hand is squeezing and readjusting his cock which is barely hidden behind a pair of gym shorts. My cheeks warm and my thighs clench watching the way the muscles in his abs tighten from the movement.
“You better stop looking at me like that, trouble.” He smirks, turning on his side. A vision of me tackling him and sucking on him like a newly created vampire flashes through my mind.
He catapults himself off the bed and his arms lasso me in less than two seconds. “Nothing but trouble,” he says, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
“I don’t see how I’m the troublemaker here. I’m not the one laying on the bed touching myself. I’d say you’re the one who’s trouble.”
Koa groans into my hair and playfully bites down on my shoulder. “We’re doing that later after your face masks and whatever else you have planned.”
“Wh-what?”
His eyes darken and his tongue slowly slides over his lower lip. “You. Naked on the bed. I’ll watch while you make yourself come. Maybe I’ll pull my cock out and show you exactly what thinking about you does to me.”
My knees threaten to buckle. Thank goodness for his arms tightening around me.
“Do you want to do that? Do you want to see how hard you make me? How easy it is for me to come when I picture you taking me in your mouth?” He grabs hold of my hips and pushes his cock between my legs .
“What about me?” I raise an eyebrow. I’ve never been one to hold my tongue around him. If he gets to put me on edge with his dirty talk, two can play that game.
“What about you?”
Placing my hand over his, I slide his hand down until he’s cupping my pussy over my pants. His finger pushes against my center. “Do you want to see how wet you make me?” I wouldn't be surprised if he can't already feel it through the fabric.
His eyes flutter closed. My nails scrape against his chest, needing something to hold myself steady as he continues to work me over my clothes. “Do you want to see how I make myself orgasm thinking of you touching me again?”
“Damnit, baby.” He kisses me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Pulling away, he rests his head against mine. “You’ve always been my trouble. My demise. The first time I saw you, I knew you were going to be someone special in my life.”
My eyes close and I let his words sink into my heart. “Don’t ever tell me you’re not romantic again,” I say, before tearing myself away from him.
Opening up one of the bags I brought, I retrieve the reading robe I brought for him. “Here put this on.” It’s baby blue with moons and suns reading books.
He chuckles as he slips one of his massive arms through the sleeve. “I think it might be my color.”
“It looks good on you.” I roll my lips to keep from smiling. The sleeves are so tight on his arms one false move will split every seam in the fabric. “I’ll be right back,” I say, picking up my cozy pajamas, robe, and the premade dry mixture I have for our masks.
Koa bounces onto his bed and lays down with his hands behind his head. He is really testing the durability and quality of my robe. With one last glance at his bare chest, I make my way to the bathroom in the middle of the hallway he shares with Hart.
I change my clothes and slip into my robe. I don’t want to give myself too much time to think about what’s waiting for me back in his room. Everything between us is moving so fast. We are falling back into place like years of heartache hasn't kept us apart.
Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? I put my terry cloth headband over my head and fluff my hair. Yes, it is. Looking at myself in the mirror, I take in my smile and the color in my cheeks. He is slowly waking me back up. I’m not sure I could walk away from him even if I wanted to.
Quickly I add a little bit of water into the jar of dry ingredients. I’m still experimenting with the recipe, but this mix of matcha, ground oatmeal, and a little bit of activated charcoal has been my favorite.
I grab my clothes in one hand and my mask concoction in the other and go back to his room. I knock on the door before peeking my head inside the room. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I ask, closing the door behind me.
“What? I got started without you,” he says, innocently. “Sorry. I only read a few pages. ”
“When did you start wearing glasses?” He can’t be that naive. He has to know that sitting in his bed shirtless—the blue robe is easy to ignore—with an open book in his lap and wearing wire frame reading glasses is a fantasy. My fantasy .
“Last year. They’re just for reading.”
“They look good on you.” I exchange my clothes for the book I brought for myself and join him on the bed. “Unfortunately you’re going to have to take them off so I can do your mask,” I say, sitting on my knees.
“Do you really like them? I only wear them at home. I’m kind of self conscious about them.”
A small laugh escapes me. Maybe he doesn’t get how hot he looks wearing them. “I more than like them,” I say, inching closer to him. “You look very sexy in them.” I lift my left leg and position myself so I’m straddling over him.
He glides his hands up my thighs and keeps going until he’s able to latch onto my ass. He yanks me closer and urges me to sit down on his lap.
“Thank you, baby.” He tilts his chin and gives me a quick kiss.
“Are you ready for your facial?” I ask, removing his glasses. “Don’t worry. We'll put you back on later,” I say to the glasses, as I reach over to the table and put them down for safe keeping.
“You’re cute,” he says, kissing my neck this time.
“This might be a little cold.” I dip two fingers into the muddy olive green mixture and pick up a nice glob of it. “You need to stay still,” I scold. “I don’t want to get this in your eyes.”
“I’m doing the best I can but it’s difficult when you’re sitting on my lap like this.” His dick twitches beneath me and I have to squeeze my thighs to stop myself from grinding down on him.
“You need to be a good boy and try.”
He grabs my wrist before I have a chance to spread anything on his face. Forcing my fingers back into the jar, he scrapes them against the side of the glass, removing most of the mixture from my fingers. Then he places the jar on the table next to his reading glasses.
“How about I’ll be a good boy and sit still while you show me how pretty you look when you rub yourself on my cock and make yourself come. Do you think you can do that?”
“Do you think you can actually stay still while I’m using you as my personal scratching post?”
Grinning, he nods and relaxes into the headboard. I roll my hips, dragging my clit across his large cock. He curses and his hands pull at my sides.
Every move I make is eliciting even more pleasure out of me. I throw my head back and moan when his dick gets even harder as I drag myself down the length of him.
“Look at you. Taking what’s yours like the queen you are. Fucking gorgeous.” He slides a hand under my pajama top, slowly traveling up my torso until he reaches my breasts. His fingers toy with my nipple, making me whimper.
“Are you going to come for me?” He pinches my nipple and kneads my breast in his palm. He’s failing miserably at staying still but I’m not going to complain. I love the way his rough hands feel rubbing against my skin.
“Yes,” I say, gritting my teeth. I’m so close. It’s right there.
“That’s it, baby. Let me see you. God, I’ve missed touching you like this.” The raw honesty in his eyes pushes me over the edge, igniting my climax. His lips meet mine and he kisses me like it’s a vow.
This feels like a new beginning and a promise of what’s waiting for us in the future. I know now I never stopped loving Koa because it’s what I was made to do. Loving him is a part of my DNA. It’s sewn into the fabric of my being.
“Thank you for giving me that.”
“I think I should be the one thanking you,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. He’s still hard beneath me and I want to ask or offer something in return but the smile on his face makes me think he’s already satisfied by receiving something his own orgasm can’t provide.
“No, that was definitely a treat for me.” He leans toward the table and picks up the glass jar. “I promise I’ll be still this time,” he says, closing his eyes.
Carefully I apply the mask, avoiding his mouth and eyes. He does a decent job staying still. Only flinching from time to time when the cool mixture hits his skin.
“You’re all done. Don’t smile or it will crack. You can do me now.” In a flash he flips me onto my back.
“Gladly.” He positions himself between my legs. He delicately paints my face with the green gook. His fingers trace the contours of my cheeks and chin, handling every inch of me with care.
“Now what?” he asks, trying not to move his lips too much.
“We wait.” If he didn’t need his glasses, I would suggest we start reading. That was my original plan but then he had to go all sexy scholar on me. “I have an idea,” I say, pushing him off me.
I sift through my purse until I find my earbuds and phone. “Here.” I hand him one of the earbuds. “We can listen to a book while we wait for our masks to finish drying. I have a new audiobook you’re going to love.”
“You’ve never steered me wrong before.”
“I don’t know about that. I’ve read a few duds. Now stop talking and listen.” I pull up the app I use for my audiobooks and hit play.
I lean into Koa’s side, doing my best to keep my face off his chest. The warm, rich voice of the narrator talks into my ear while my hand lazily drifts over the ridged muscles on Koa’s stomach.
His muscles tighten under my touch. I move my hand lower, circling the outline of his dick over his shorts. I keep swirling my hand around, occasionally grazing the length of him with the tips of my fingers. He grows harder with every lap.
His hand on my ass clenches when I skim his erection from base to tip. “Sydney, please,” he chokes out the words. His eyes pierce mine, begging me to touch him and end my teasing. Silently I dip my hand under the waistband of his shorts and take him in my hand.
“Fuck,” he moans, as my hand wraps around the base of his cock. I tenderly move my hand over the smooth skin to the tip. I swirl my thumb over the head of his cock, collecting the precum that’s already leaking.
The enemy in the audiobook tightens their grip on the heroine’s wrist and I do the same to his dick after I free it from the confines of his shorts.
A groan reverberates through his chest. “Fuck, you know just what I like. I’ve gotten myself off more times than I can count imagining it was your hand squeezing my cock instead of my own. The real thing is a million times better.”
His words come out of his mouth disjointed. I don’t know if he’s struggling because the mask is tightening on his face or if it’s because of me and his fight for control.
“Sydney,” he draws out my name in a low groan. He cups the back of my neck and pulls me toward his face. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he says, before slamming his mouth against mine.
The dry particles of the mask rub against my chin. It’s a minor inconvenience that is a thousand percent worth it to taste him on my tongue. Instinctively my hand works his cock with the same fervor he is kissing me.
Koa pulls away, ending our kiss. His body slumps against the headboard and his eyes roll back in his head as he grunts out his release. I continue to pump him, enjoying the look and the feel of his cum dripping over my hand .
I pause the audiobook with my clean hand and let go of his dick before it gets awkward. I cautiously hold my hand in the air, careful to not drip on anything. Koa tucks himself back in his shorts. Our eyes meet and we both start laughing.
“We must look ridiculous.” I accidentally touch my face, getting some of his cum on my cheek. “I wonder if there are any cosmetic benefits to having semen on your face,” I joke.
Koa’s eyes darken and the muscle in his jaw ticks. “Baby, don’t even play with me about painting your beautiful face with my cum. You’re going to make me hard again just thinking about it.” He kisses me, then says, “Go ahead and get cleaned up. I can wait.”
“Okay,” I say before scurrying out the room. I wash my hands and then find a cloth to warm so I can wash the mask off of my face. I remove the headband from my hair and try my best to put my bangs back into place.
Koa gives me a kiss on the cheek when he passes me in the hallway. I feel like I’m floating on air. He’s right this is how we were always meant to be. I’ve been a fool to think anyone else could ever take his place in my heart.
I grab my phone off the bed and snatch the earbud he left on the nightstand. It accidentally slips out of my fingers and lands on the floor. “Damnit.” Not seeing it anywhere, I bend to the floor and look under the bed. I laugh when I find more books.
“He’s worse than me.” The spine of the book on the top of the stack catches my eye. It’s The Magic of Fire and Bones . “He really is reading every book I am.” I grab it off the stack and open it up. He has a few sticky notes full of annotations.
My smile starts to dissolve the more I read them. His notes are too familiar. I’ve heard all of this before from someone else. “He wouldn’t,” I whisper to myself. I glance at his phone on the nightstand.
Picking up my own phone, I pull up a private message I haven’t thought of in days. “Please let me be wrong.”
FaeAtHeart
Hi.
I close my eyes and hit send. His phone dings beside me and my head falls forward. Maybe it’s just a coincidence. I’m afraid to look at the notification.
FaeAtHeart
How have you been?
Hesitantly I peek at the notifications on his phone. My heart plummets when I see my messages. “It was him. He pretended to be someone else. Why would he do this to me?” I mumble incoherently to myself as I slowly begin to spiral. “I need to get out of here.”
I type up one last parting message before I begin gathering my things around his room and throwing them in my bag. I’m almost ready to leave when I hear footsteps behind me.
“I grabbed us a few snacks,” he says.
My body shakes and tears pool in my eyes. I refuse to let him see me cry. I swallow hard and take a few deep breaths to steady my nerves.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He spins me around. “Syd, talk to me. What happened? I was gone less than ten minutes. I come back and you’re crying.” He wipes the tears off my face to prove his point. Dumbass tears. I told you not to fall.
When he’s had enough of my silence he glances around the room trying to figure out my sudden change of demeanor. He flinches when he sees the open book on his bed. “Let me explain.” He reaches for me but I step out of his grasp.
“No. I’m getting my stuff and I’m leaving.”
“I guess that means you’re taking me with you because I’m yours too.”
“You don’t know how much I wish that were true,” I say before walking out the door.