17. Kai
Seventeen
Kai
Mary’s laid out in front of me like the answer to every prayer I never admitted making.
Too beautiful.
Too precious.
Too damn good for a guy like me.
And still, I can’t stop looking at her.
Can’t stop wanting her.
I can’t believe this beautiful creature is letting me touch her like I have any right.
Like I’m something worthy.
It’s enough to make me question everything I think I know about myself—about her, about life.
“You're shaking,” she whispers, snagging my attention back from the spiral I was on.
I bark out a laugh.
“Yeah, I am,” I murmur, staring at my trembling fingers still holding her pants.
“Kai Montego is nervous?”
“You have no idea.”
The smile she gives me right then is warm.
Inviting.
Dangerous.
It's the kind of smile that makes a man start imagining things.
Things he probably shouldn't.
Things involving Sunday mornings and shared coffee and forever.
The terrifying part?
I don't hate those thoughts.
Not one bit.
“Need help, Tough Guy?”
Did she just give me a nickname?
I grin because I like that.
She’s so soft and sweet, but she needs someone tough in her corner.
I can do that.
I can be her Tough Guy.
“Nah. I got this,” I reply.
Then I pull.
Mary gasps as I undress her, quickly but carefully.
Like an eager kid unwrapping a present.
And she certainly is that.
Best damn gift I’ve ever received.
I climb on the bed, hovering over her, and I moan as I press my forehead against hers.
She’s breathing heavier now.
So am I.
I open my eyes and press our mouths together.
We’re so close now.
Close enough that nothing else exists.
Her body is soft and warm.
I lift my head and our gazes lock.
For a moment, neither of us speaks.
We just stay there.
Wrapped up in the quiet.
Wrapped up in each other.
And for the first time in a very long time, I stop trying to figure everything out.
Stop worrying about tomorrow.
Stop thinking about the permits.
The fundraiser.
The school.
All of it.
Because right now there's only her.
Only us.
And that's enough.
More than enough.
The best part?
When she smiles and closes the distance between us again, I realize something.
I'm not falling for Mary Donahue.
I'm already there.
And I don't want out.
I kiss her again and moan into her mouth when I feel her small hands on me.
She grabs my ass and I swear, I’m leaking precum all over her. But I don’t want this to be over before it starts, so I lift my hips and move my mouth to her neck.
“Kai,” she whimpers at the loss.
But that doesn’t last since next, I’m moving on again to her pretty plump breasts, paying attention to her large areolas, and fat peach-colored nipples.
I lick one then the other, nibbling with my teeth and pinching the tight nubbins as I go, rolling them between my fingers.
“Oh, God!”
I grin around a mouthful of her gorgeous tit as I slide my hands over her wide hips, then around her soft belly to part her slick folds.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I groan and use my free hand to squeeze my aching dick.
We haven’t talked contraception yet.
But I’m clean.
And I’ve already done a background check on her so I know she’s clean—and she’s got an IUD.
Fact is, I don’t want anything between us tonight.
I’ll give her the choice, of course.
I’ll beg if I have to.
But right now, I need to get my mouth on her pussy or I might actually die.
“Kai, please.”
“Please what, Firecracker? What do you need?”
“I need to come. Please make me come,” she begs and how can I refuse?
I use my shoulders to spread her thighs wider and I blow cool air across her dripping slit.
Mary hisses and I grin.
She smells delicious. Tangy. Sweet.
And when I finally swipe my tongue across her lips, I moan at the taste.
Fact is, Mary tastes like mine.
Her hands find my hair, and she pulls, moaning and whimpering as I start to eat her out.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot for it, aren’t you? That’s it, Baby. I’ll give you what you need. Now I want you to press that pretty pussy right up against my mouth. Rub the clit on my tongue and I’m gonna stuff you with my fingers, okay?” I instruct, and good fucking girl that she is, she does it.
Mary lifts her sweet ass, planting her feet on the bed, and she presses her hips to my mouth. She chases her pleasure, using me to get off, and I fucking love it.
I want to howl in victory at how fucking good she is at listening. At following my lead.
“Oh my God, Kai! I’m, I’m coming!” Mary yells as her orgasm crests, and I raise my head, spellbound as the fairy lights overhead cast a soft glow across her face.
Fuck, she is so beautiful.
I rise to my knees, spread her legs, and hold my cock at her entrance.
“I wanna take you bare. Tell me I can, Mary.”
She nods.
“I-I haven’t had a partner in a long time, and you don’t have to worry about pregnancy because I have an IUD,” she tells me what I already know.
Outside, the world keeps turning.
Cars pass.
People live their lives.
But down here?
Nothing matters except this.
Except her.
“I’m clean too, Baby. I get monthly physicals for work.”
She licks her lips and nods.
“Then please, Kai.”
“Please what?”
“Please, I need you. I need you inside me,” she murmurs.
And that’s all I can take before I ram my dick inside her tight little hole.
The fit is snug. Her pussy is hot and tight—almost too tight.
“Am I hurting you?” I manage to grit out.
She shakes her head.
Thank fuck.
We both make noises that are more animal than human as I withdraw and fill her again. And again.
Fuck, she feels good.
Impossibly good.
I drop down, caging her in, needing to feel every inch of her surrounding me, and she holds on.
Her legs wrap around me. Her arms, too.
Our mouths crash together as we move—and fuck, do we move. It’s like I can feel her everywhere.
Every inch of her—inside and out—is touching every inch of me.
This isn’t your run of the mill sexual encounter—this is universes colliding. This is a cosmic fucking collision.
Every time I drive into her, I grind the base of my cock against her needy little clit.
And each time, I feel her sheath tightening, clenching around my dick so good.
“Are you there yet, Baby?” I ask, grunting my words.
But the thing is, I need her to come. I need Mary to orgasm, just so I can find my release inside her.
I won’t come without her.
Not ever.
Her nails dig into my back. She arches. Mewls. And—holy fuck.
Her hot little pussy grips my dick, pulling the orgasm straight from my balls.
I don’t know how long it lasts. How long we stay there, writhing against one another until we ride out every aftershock.
But when it’s finished, I can barely move.
I collapse on top of her.
I should move. But I can’t.
Not yet.