7. Kennedy
7
KENNEDY
T rent carries me through his house, my legs wrapped around his while I lick a path along the slope of his neck. The clothes I’m wearing do nothing to hide what he’s doing to my body, and with each step he takes, I can feel his hard cock graze against my core. I don’t take in our surroundings; I’m too busy trying not to come before either of us is naked. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anybody, and since then, I’ve been taking care of business myself. There hasn’t been time for dates, not that I’d want to go on one anyways. It’d be a disservice to myself and the person I’d be sharing a meal with because I’d compare him to Trent the entire freaking time.
“Taking a shower with you, babe. First, I’m gonna watch you strip for me,” Trent says, slamming his palm on the light switch in the bathroom. The overhead lights are dim and not harsh, so it doesn’t jar my eyesight after being in the dark for so long.
“Only if I can watch you take your clothes off, too.” I slide down the length of his body. The shoes on my feet give me the much-needed height. I’m not super short, but I’m not tall, either. At five foot five, I can hold my own. Trent teetering near six foot makes it hard not to have to look up to him. Thank you, stripper heels.
“That’s a fuckin’ given.” He takes a step back, hand going behind the glass of the shower door and turning the water on. I wait until I’ve got his full attention before starting my show. The minute he rips his shirt over his head, it’s go-time. I roll my shoulders, helping the white button-down to slide off my body, only I can’t. Someone forgot to uncuff me, and as sexy is it is being at Trent’s mercy, it also means my movements are limited.
“Next time you’re cuffed, it’s going to be to the bed, when I can take my fucking time.” He reads my mind, then comes away with a key to unlock the mechanism, which he does with finesse and without so much as looking away from my quaking breasts. My breathing is labored, desire is dripping from my core, and the way he moves his hands is hot as hell. Trent’s forearms flex as he takes the handcuffs away, placing them and the key on the counter.
“You have a lot of experience putting those on and taking them off,” I tease. My shirt drops to the ground, and I’m already going for my skirt. The Velcro on the side makes removal easier, leaving me in nothing but a tiny G-string and pasties.
“Going to have even more with you in my life.” He steps out of his boots, taking his socks with him one fell swoop, and what he does next has my thighs clenching together. His belt is next, the clanking of the buckle, the way he pulls it off with one effortless tug, wrapping it around his hand and holding it for a moment. I’m left with a conundrum of what to take off next. Peeling off the heart-shaped stickers covering my nipples is not going to be cute.
“I’m going to hold you to it.” I make quick work of slipping out of my Mary Jane platform heels, losing the height and prolonging the inevitable.
“Panties. Off,” he groans, dropping his belt to the ground and working the button and zipper of his jeans. By the time I’m pulling the string on the side of my panties, he’s completely naked. Apparently, Detective Trent Hawthorne goes commando, and that’s hot as hell. “Motherfuckin’ fuck, Kennedy. Look how goddamn pretty you are.” His hand wraps around his cock, a bead of pre-cum at the tip, and I’m dying to have a taste.
“I want you in my mouth,” I admit. My panties drop to the floor with the rest of our clothes once I let the tie go.
“The number of times I’ve fantasized you sucking my cock and swallowing my come…” The admission rolls of his tongue. “Got one more thing to take off, and I’ll be doing it for you.” He moves in, dips his head, and when I think he’s going to kiss me again, he doesn’t; he does the complete opposite. Ever so slowly, he pulls off the sticker, doing it in such a way it’s like I’m the most fragile piece of glass in the world. While he’s removing it, his tongue laps at the bared nipple along the way. I’m really glad my shoes are gone because I’d surely lose my footing at feeling the raspiness of his tongue on my heated skin.
“Trent.” I tip my head back, eyes closing, and attempt not to beg him to fuck me against the wall instead of him taking his time.
“One more, babe. Then I’m going to apologize with my head buried between these sweet-as-fuck thighs.” Trent moves to my other breast, giving it the same exact attention and killing me slowly with desire. This time, he sucks on my nipple, pulling on the berry-colored tip so hard it has my thighs trembling, my pussy demanding his mouth, his fingers, or his cock.
“More,” I beg. If he teases me much longer, I’m going to use my fingers on myself, and then he’ll have to watch. Except maybe that won’t be a punishment for him. Knowing Trent, he’d more than enjoy the show.
“You’re about to get more, Kennedy, a whole fucking lot more.” He lifts his big abled body up until he’s no longer scrunched down and grabs my hand to pull me into the shower with him.
“I’m more than ready.” The warm water cascades over our bodies, and I’m unable to control needing his mouth on mine. I slide my hands up his biceps until I’m grasping his shoulders so tightly, I’m sure there will be half-moon-shaped imprints from my nails.
“Want something, do you.” Water rains down on us, and the minute I’m able to, my lips land on his. Trent swiftly takes over the kiss, hand going to the back of my head, pulling me the way he wants while lapping at my lips and nipping with his teeth, and when I let out a sigh, his tongue gains entrance. I’m so lost in the heady moment it takes me a minute to realize he’s lifting my leg off his hip, holding me open. As soon as I lock it above his ass, his fingers are working my pussy, soft at first, getting the feel of what I like. One particular movement, the strumming of his thumb along my clit, has me moaning into our kiss. He moves us until my back meets the tiled wall, and then he’s got one finger inside me. He’s sliding backward and forward, testing my depths, listening and learning what I like. I writhe with the need for more, trying to climb him like he’s my own personal tree. One finger becomes two, his thumb still works on my clit, and his mouth is still on mine. I’m so fucking close that I can feel the orgasm trying to take hold.
“Trent, no, no, no,” I mutter when he pulls back. His fingers stay inside me, but he’s no longer kissing me, and I no longer have purchase of his shoulders.
“I promised you something, said I’d apologize to your pretty pussy, and I’m making good on it.” Trent Hawthorne drops to his knees. I’d have never thought I’d see the day he’d be in front of me, kneeling, working me like no other man ever could.
“Fuck,” I breathe when I feel a light puff of air on my clit. His thumb is gone, but his fingers are still fucking me, keeping me right on the edge, and when his tongue comes into play, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last. One long and languid lick, and then he starts making good on his word. He laves my clit with his tongue with each word, spelling out I am sorry. He does it three more times, with two fingers inside me, my hand digging into his hair, holding him to my center. “I’m there. Oh god, Trent. I’m there.” He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on it, and then I’m flying. Holy shit, am I soaring. My mind, my body, and my heart are all his. My head bangs against the wall, my leg he managed to lift on top of his shoulder slides down, and he’s slowly licking my come up as he brings me down from my orgasm with lazy strokes of his fingers.
“Fuck, that was so goddamn hot and so goddamn mine.” He rocks back, looking hotter than ever with my wetness coating his cheeks. When Trent brings his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, I’m once again feeling the need to have a piece of him inside me.
“Can I return the favor?” I ask, ready to trade places with him.
“Nope, your hands, your mouth, any part of you besides your pussy, and I’ll come on the spot. Already gonna be damn hard not to come the second I’m in there, babe.” Okay, I really think I’m going to need a cold plunge after he’s through with me. “Come on.” He stands up, and his hands go to my hips, mouth touching mine, and I taste myself on his lips. If he thinks I’m hot, it’s even hotter seeing and feeling how much he needs me. His cock is pressed between us. I’m about to wrap my fingers around him, when he turns the water off and lifts me up off the ground.
“Trent!”
“Taking you to bed. Gonna bury myself inside you and never fucking leave.” He makes true on his word, not minding the mess we’re leaving in our wake.