Chapter 20
Koby
I never gave any thought to the aftermath in my Leilani fantasies, only the act. How she’d sound choking on a moan, how her skin would feel under my hands, how her taste would ruin me forever... not what would happen after we’d come together.
It might be because I can’t recall a single after with any other woman. My sexual encounters usually end with me zipping up my pants, and heading out before the sheets cool. No talking, lingering, or cuddling. Nothing that could be mistaken for intimacy.
Now I know how some of those women must’ve felt, watching me leave without a care.
The thought of Leilani rolling away, slipping her clothes back on like sex with me meant nothing, maybe smirking like she got what she wanted and was done with me?
Fuck. That’s a hard fist driving into my chest and ripping through my ribs.
I’ll do whatever she wants. I’ll give her whatever she wants and take whatever she’ll give me. I’ll take her however she wants as often as she’ll allow it.
I just wish I knew where the hell we stand.
Are we together? Is this casual? Maybe just a one-off jealousy-driven lapse in judgment?
I know what I want, but confessing that I’m falling in love with her faster than I thought a man could fall might make her bolt. It’s too fucking soon to tell her I’ll lay every star at her feet if she asks. That I’ll worship the ground she walks on. That I’ll fucking beg on my knees for her.
She’s only been under my roof for three weeks for God’s sake.
Five since I first saw her.
Unhealthy doesn’t scratch the surface of my growing obsession.
There’s a part of me the size of... me that already considers Leilani mine... but mine is a dangerous word in her ears. I can’t stake my claim that way. I can’t act so fucking entitled without triggering her worst memories.
I guess I’ll have to let her lead.
She exhales a long breath against my chest, curling into me further. The bites from her nails in my shoulders sting, her scent curls around us, and her taste lingers on my tongue.
She trembles softly, subtle quakes that tell me her body hasn’t come down yet, that her nerves are still firing wild. I want to keep her in this limbo forever, where she’s weak against me and I’m the only thing holding her steady.
“You’re still shaking,” I whisper, fingers splayed across the small of her back. “Cold?”
“No, just tired... I should clean up.”
“Come on, then.” I turn away, getting out of bed with a smile that only grows wider when she whines in protest. “Shower time, hellcat.” I scoop her up, cradling her close, and she wraps her arms around my neck, her cheek brushing against my collarbone.
If she knew how badly I want to keep her here, to never set her down again, she’d knee me in the balls, crack my jaw, then storm out and never come back.
To be perfectly honest, I’m surprised she didn’t throw her fist the moment I moved to lift her.
I sit her on the bathroom vanity, and her legs dangle against me, warm thighs brushing my stomach.
“If you try washing my hair, I’ll kick your ass.” She glares at me through heavy eyelashes. “In fact, any part of me. Don’t wash me.”
That’s where the line is. Okay, good to know.
“Fine, I won’t.” I turn the water on, testing the temperature. “But...” I pull fresh towels out of the cabinet. “At some point, I want to try rewriting your memories because soaping you up and fucking you against the shower wall?” I glance at her, grinning. “That’s on my bucket list.”
Her lips curl into something between a smirk and a dare. “I will not be held accountable for any damage caused while rewiring my brain.”
Her legs shift open when I step closer and my cock answers before my brain can. Half-hard turns solid in a heartbeat, swelling and twitching with a pulse I can feel in my teeth. She drops her gaze there, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“You’re going to start something if you keep looking at me like that,” I warn, cupping her chin. “And you can scratch, bite, and hit me all you want while I work on your memories. If it helps you move past what happened, it’ll be worth it.”
Her hands rise, small palms pressing against my chest, fingers tracing the ink scrawled over my pecs. “You don’t have to fix me. I’ll get better with time.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do. You don’t need fixing, hellcat.
You’re not broken. I just want to take care of you.
Worship you the way you deserve, but I can’t if you keep confusing me with him.
” I tap her hip, then sweep my thumb across her warm skin.
“Shower, then bed. You’re sleeping with me tonight. ”
“Just tonight?” she teases, stepping under the spray.
Thank fuck. For a heartbeat, I thought she’d hit me, but she looks pleased.
“Let me rephrase that. From now on, you sleep with me.”
She smiles, tilting her head back under the spray of water, little droplets streaming down her throat. “If you insist.”
I do. Firmly.
The love bites I left earlier bloom along her shoulder, dark against wet flesh, and the sight tightens my already straining cock. I reach for the body wash, lathering up, keeping my eyes trained on her as she mirrors me, hands sliding over her breasts, down her stomach, between her thighs.
Her lips part, a theatrical gasp slipping out.
“You better stop. You’re not ready for round two.”
She smirks. “I think you mean four. I had three orgasms, remember? You on the other hand...” She pointedly glances at my cock, and sinks to her knees, “...only had one. That’s hardly fair.”
My noble plan of letting her rest vanishes in an instant, and I grab her by the hair before she touches me. Long, wet strands slide between my fingers, and I grip tighter than I mean to, afraid she’ll change her mind.
Her fingers curl around my shaft and the second her breath ghosts over the head, I forget my own name. Heat radiates up my spine, spreading out in all directions.
“Jesus, fuck... You’re made of wet dreams, hellcat.”
Her eyes flash. There’s defiance there, yes, but also something new. Curiosity. Hunger.
“Hold that thought,” she whispers, lips brushing the bead of precum. “This is new to me.”
Fuck. Something savage coils hot in my gut. She’s never done this before. I’m her first.
I brace against the wall behind her back, my other hand still tangled in her hair. She parts her lips and that first wet drag of her tongue nearly knocks me off my feet.
“Like the taste?” I ask, holding on to control I know I’ll lose.
She hums around me, the sound vibrating every nerve in my spine. “I love it.”
“Good, because I want to watch you swallow every drop. Make me come, hellcat.”
Her sinful, self-assured smile burns itself right into my memory. If she leaves me, if this is just temporary, I’ll jerk off to this moment until I’m rotting in the ground.
Exhaling sharply, she gets to work, lips, tongue, hand moving in perfect sync. She swallows more length than I thought she’d manage first time.
“Christ...” I hiss, a shudder racking my frame when her teeth scrape the underside. “You’re doing great, keep going.”
She pulls back with a wet pop, eyes glistening, chin slick. “I’ve never done this before. You could help, you know? Take control or something.”
My fingers tighten in her hair, gathering the soaked strands into a rough ponytail. “You want me to use your mouth?”
“Yes, please. I learn fastest by demonstration.”
I almost come on the spot.
“Careful what you ask for.” I cup her cheek, driving my hips forward slowly. Her lips stretch and she gags when I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t jerk away.
No, she relaxes her throat and takes more.
“Breathe through your nose,” I say, easing back for a second. “If I overdo it, tap my leg and I’ll stop.”
“Stop talking, start fucking.”
If I could laugh, I would, but I’m so turned on it’s not fucking funny. I hold her still, pushing into her mouth in a sharp thrust. She moans, nails digging into the backs of my thighs.
I bite down a groan.
“Look at you,” I rasp, hips pumping, finding a rhythm. “So fucking pretty on your knees.”
Saliva coats her chin, her eyes water, and cheeks hollow with every drag of my cock between her lips. My stomach coils, balls draw tight, every muscle tenses as pleasure builds at the base of my spine so fast it makes my head spin.
“I’m close,” I grit out, fucking her mouth a little deeper, a little faster. “Jesus... fuck.”
She moans when I hit deep, the sound vibrating along my shaft and adding ten points to how fucking divine this feels. I stop, spilling down her throat with a guttural groan. The muscles in my thighs turn to stone, the orgasm so potent my vision tunnels. Leilani swallows, milking me dry.
When I finally release her, I’m trembling, sweat and water dripping down my temple, vision still dark at the edges.
Leilani licks me clean, eyes hooded, lashes damp. “How was that for my first time?”
I yank her up and kiss her, giving exactly zero fucks that she tastes like my cum. “You did great. Perfect. Now, bed.”
Her legs wrap around me, dripping wet as I lift her into my arms and take her back to bed.
She doesn’t want the gentle side that’s all I ever showed her, so I toss her on the bed without a care.
She bounces with a chuckle that dies when she catches me staring.
I take a moment to memorize her flushed skin, lips swollen from my cock and kisses, the soft curves of her hips, the tantalizing dip of her waist, and her pink, glistening pussy.
But the thing I love most is the trust in her eyes.
What did I do to deserve this?
“You’re soaked. I should do something about that, don’t you think?” I drag her to the edge by her ankles, watching her thighs fall open like a gift. “Hands above your head.”
She obeys instantly. I drop to my knees, spreading her wider, two fingers gliding slowly through her folds. Her hips twitch and I grin at the sound of her gasp.
“Koby, please...” she moans, eyes half-lidded, tits rising and falling with each shallow breath.
“Please what, hellcat? Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth on me and your fingers inside me.”
“That’s my girl. Always tell me what you want. There’s nothing more arousing than a woman who knows her needs.”
I lower my head, licking her bottom to top, savoring every drop of her on my tongue. She tastes like sin, like heaven, like something I could drown in and still beg for more.
She bucks beneath me when I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Her legs twitch as if she’s trying to close them, but I hold her wide open.
She’s oversensitive... and that will make the next orgasm so much more intense.
Grasping the pillows above her head, she fills the room with soft, erotic whimpers.
“Hold still, hellcat,” I say, sucking her clit into my mouth.
Her skin breaks out in goosebumps the second my fingers slide back inside her, curling just right, and she gasps, spine arching, hips pressing down to meet me.
“Koby, please, I need... I need—”
“More,” I finish for her, curling my fingers faster. “Will you come for me again?”
“I... I don’t know if I can.”
But I do.
She can.
She will.
I focus on the task at hand, alternating between sucking and nipping her clit, and licking her back to front. Once I add a third finger, she cries out, her body going taut before the orgasm crests and her arousal floods my tongue.
Her thighs snap around my head, her back rising from the mattress to form a perfect U. I don’t stop, chasing her body as I keep my tempo intact, licking her through the release.
Once the wave retreats, I calm her down with featherlight kisses along her thighs, stomach, and breasts, then crawl over her, brushing a few wet strands of dark hair over her ears.
“That was...” She huffs out a breathless chuckle, “...wow.”
“That...” I peck the tip of her cute little nose, “...was me saying thank you.”