18. Mary
Eighteen
Mary
I can't believe I just had the most mind-blowing sex of my life with him.
Kai Montego.
Gorgeous bodyguard with mind-blowing skills.
And the real kicker?
When he finally moves, he looks at me like I'm precious.
I can't believe him.
Or maybe I can't believe myself.
Either way, I lie there staring at the ceiling, my heart still trying to find its normal rhythm while Kai Montego completely rearranges everything I thought I knew about men.
About relationships.
About being cared for.
The mattress shifts beside me.
I glance over just as he stands.
For a second I panic.
Is he leaving?
The thought hits harder than it should.
Then he points toward the bathroom.
“Don't move.”
The command comes automatically.
Bodyguard voice.
Gruff.
Protective.
Completely ridiculous.
And somehow it makes me smile.
I watch him disappear into the bathroom.
A moment later I hear water running.
Cabinet doors opening.
Closing.
The sounds of someone making himself useful.
My chest tightens unexpectedly.
No one has ever felt this comfortable in my space before.
No one has ever felt like they belonged here.
When he returns a minute later, his expression is soft.
Concerned.
Focused entirely on me.
Like I'm the only thing in the room that matters.
Next, he's cleaning the mess we made from between my legs carefully.
Reverently.
“You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?” he asks, and he seems really concerned.
I shake my head because I am stunned.
“Are you positive you’re okay?”
The question is immediate.
Sincere.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
I nod.
“I'm okay.”
No man has ever done that.
No man has ever bothered to, really.
“Good.”
His voice drops lower.
“Because I already want you again.”
The words nearly melt me.
“You do?”
Another first.
He grins and nods, his gaze roaming over me like hands.
Like of course, he was worried.
Like wanting me is the most natural thing in the world.
No one has ever looked at me the way Kai is looking at me now.
Like I'm precious.
Like I'm important.
Like I’m something sexy and desirable.
“Fuck yeah. You're amazing, Firecracker. Got me so fucking hard for you, and it's been minutes,” he growls and fists that hard part of him jutting out from between his legs proudly.
He seems to have no qualms about showing me exactly how he feels.
And I am so here for it.
My body heats.
I gaze at him, and I rise to my knees.
This time I want to show him what he does to me, too.
This time I want to be in charge.
“Firecracker,” he growls.
He sits on the bed and scoots back so he’s leaning against the headboard, his legs spread out in front of him.
All the while his hand is on his cock—that big, beautiful, thickly veined thing.
And I feel so damn empty without him inside of me.
I crawl to him.
My prize locked in my sight.
I lean over enough so my breath warms his skin.
Kai hisses.
“What are you doing?” he whispers, and his voice is so sexy, I’m already dripping with want.
“If you don’t know, I’m doing it wrong,” I whisper, then I snake my tongue out and lick along his inner thigh.
“Fuck,” he groans and his hand reaches out, cupping my head as I push his legs apart and lick him from his balls to the tip of his gorgeous cock.
I do it again, and again.
Then, I take him inside my mouth, and I suck long and hard.
“God, you’re so fucking good at that. Oh shit, Mary,” Kai groans, thrusting his hips.
His cock bumps against the back of my throat and I gag a little, but I’m so turned on I don’t want to stop.
“Hang on a second, Baby. Want your pussy in my mouth,” he growls and lifts my head.
Then he lays down and taps his chest.
I pause, uncertain.
Now, I’m a big girl and I’ve never done anything like this successfully with a man.
But there is something about Kai that gives me confidence.
Something about his need, his desire, that makes me want to be the kind of woman who believes in herself enough to ride a man’s face without worry.
“Put that ass right here, Firecracker,” he growls.
And suddenly, I move—hurriedly.
“There she is,” he growls, his big hands on my inner thighs as he spreads me wide and brings me down to his mouth.
I’m so stunned I can only moan as he licks into me.
Then he slaps my ass and rumbles, and I remember my part.
I grin as I lower my head and swallow his cock, moving my hips in time with his tongue—and this has to be the most erotic experience of my life.
I feel his fingers fill me and his tongue latches onto my clit. I moan around my mouthful of dick and let go because—holy fuck, I’m coming.
Kai doesn’t seem to mind.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunts.
He sits up and lifts me up by my pussy, moving me so I’m straddling his hips.
With one push he’s impaling me on his cock, filling me up so good—and one orgasm becomes two.
His movements become jerky, erratic—then he roars as his pleasure spills into me, running down my thighs.
Afterward, he cleans both of us again with another damp hand towel.
The gesture shouldn't affect me this much.
Not the second time around.
But it does.
Because it's sweet.
Thoughtful.
Intimate in a way I wasn't expecting.
My chest feels funny as I watch him move around my room like he belongs here.
Like this isn't strange.
Like we haven't just crossed a line neither of us can uncross.
And suddenly all the happy little butterflies I'd been floating on start colliding with reality.
What does this mean now?
For us. For the fundraiser.
I just don’t know and that’s so not good.