Kulti

Chapter 26 #5

I begged him twice before he finally slipped a finger inside of me.

He dipped so slowly, I thought I would pass out before he pulled back. I started moaning, rolling my hips as his pace increased steadily. His other arm wrapped low around my back to keep me close, our mouths finding each other’s. We kissed and kissed, and he moved his fingers over and over again.

It was the single most sensual thing I’d ever experienced.

All I could feel was the warmth of his chest on mine, his arm around me, his mouth pressed to mine, his finger inside.

I rocked my hips and then rocked them faster, my breath splintering, chopping itself into pieces, building me higher and higher.

Pulling his mouth away from mine, he trailed wet kisses across my jaw. His lips were at my ear, his thumb circling my clit. “You belong to me.”

A shiver up my spine was the only warning I got from the orgasm coming.

I came. I came and I came and I came.

My legs trembled, and my stomach muscles jumped. The entire time, the German kissed my shoulders and my neck. He held me, kissed me, and he rubbed his hand over the small of my back.

What felt like half an hour later but was more than likely only a couple of minutes, I slowly settled down to rest my bottom on Kulti’s lap, taking a couple of deep, steadying breaths.

His hand had slipped out of my panties, and at some point, he’d started cupping my ass.

I slumped forward and pressed my forehead to his neck, feeling his pulse thundering away.

I gripped his sides and let my thumbs rub up and down his ribs, his proud erection nestled right between us, a purple head staring straight at me, weeping.

I slid one hand down and across the rippled muscles in his abdomen, and with the backs of my fingers, ran a line down the underside of his shaft over the cotton material of his boxer briefs.

He took in a quick intake of breath, his hips bucking beneath mine.

I looked at his face as I did it again, this time up and down, the muscle jumping beneath my touch.

Kulti’s mouth was parted, a deep flush over his cheeks and neck.

I jerked the waistband of his underwear toward me and slipped a hand inside, wrapping my fingers around the hot flesh.

What I got in return was a groan, and Kulti tipping his head back as he made just about the sexiest face to ever register on the sexy scale.

I leaned forward and bit the part of his throat between his Adam’s apple and chin, the German making a hoarse, erotic noise in his throat.

He was thicker than I expected and longer than I would have imagined. Smooth, hard, and hot. Kulti was perfect in my hand. Beyond perfect. And I moved my hand up and down the length staring me right in the face from two feet below. I squeezed as I jerked him off.

It was more visual memory from the hundreds of soft-core porn movies I’d occasionally caught on late-night cable that reminded me what to do.

“Does this feel good?” I asked him, sliding my bottom back on his legs a little further away.

“You have no idea,” he grunted, neck straining as I tightened my grip at the base of him.

I mean, I sort of did, but whatever. Now wasn’t the time to argue.

With my heart pounding in my throat, I kept one hand around him while I slid down his legs. He watched me with those heavy-lidded amber eyes, his breathing getting heavier and heavier until he gasped when I wrapped my mouth around the pinkish-purple tip of his head.

“Sal!” he shouted.

One pointed tongue on his frenulum and one more swift suck, and Kulti was letting out a deep, ravaging groan that I’d remember forever, pouring himself down my throat.

Holy shit.

I sat up completely, wrapping an arm around my breasts as I sat there, taking in his breathless, handsome face almost twenty years after I’d first fallen in love with it. The sun, time, and life had made him classier.

The thought weighed my conscience down.

Kulti stroked my arm with one hand. “It’s been a long time,” he apologized, tracing a pattern only he saw on my skin. “And you’re too beautiful for your own good.”

I screwed up my face and snorted a little, not letting myself think of all the gorgeous women he’d been with over the years.

He slid his index finger straight up between my collarbones, a thoughtful look on his features that didn’t make me feel any better. Was he remembering all the amazing boobs he’d seen in his life? Gross.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his fingertip curving over bones, tendons, and scars.

“About all the boobs you’ve seen before,” I told him honestly, my throat clogging up in anger I had no right to feel.

He glanced up quicker than I thought was possible, his mouth tight at the corners in a frown.

“I know I don’t have a right to say anything about things that happened before we met, but it’s a little hard for me. If something isn’t to par, think about my scissor kick. I’ve heard some guys tell me it’s boner-worthy,” I offered with a smile.

The frown on his face melted right off. “Sal.”

“I’m just kidding. Mostly.” I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. What was I doing? I needed to tell him the truth.

With a sigh, I stood up and pulled my bra on.

Fingers touched my lower back. “What’s wrong?”

What was wrong? Bah. Why hadn’t I told him yet? He needed to know. It made me feel like a fake after everything that had happened. “I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

I started to reach for my shirt when he swung his legs off the couch and stopped me with a hand to my arm.

Sitting up straight, I tucked my hands between my thighs, elbows tight to my sides, and focused my gaze on my knees.

I tried to think of the words I’d planned since my dad had accused me of being a chicken.

Not sounding like a stalker was a lot harder than it seemed, especially when I could still taste him in my mouth.

What if—

No what-ifs. I just needed to do it. I really did.

“I used to have a huge crush on you when I was a kid,” I started, warming him up.

“Up until I was about seventeen, there were posters of you all over my room.” In for a penny, in for a pound.

All right. I could do this. Honesty mattered.

“I was in love with you. I told everyone I was going to marry you someday. You were my idol, Rey. I kept playing soccer because of you.”

I rubbed my hand over my eyebrow, still keeping my gaze forward on the coffee table.

It wasn’t like I was telling him something crazy.

Every girl I’d ever known had crushed on a celebrity at some point, but…

I’d just had his penis in my mouth. I should have told him earlier. I should have told him a long time ago.

Pressing down on my eyebrow, I kept going.

“I should have told you before, but I didn’t want to.

It took me long enough to talk to you, and by the time I could do it like a normal person and not like a fangirl, I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want you to look at me differently.

I don’t want you to. I’m sorry. It was a long time ago, and I’d been just a kid back then. ”

There was silence. Total silence.

And I thought to myself, this is over. Our friendship was done.

Any hope I had of… well, that was done with too.

But what could I do? Nothing. I couldn’t take it back.

When I was a kid, I had no idea I’d ever meet Reiner Kulti, much less become friends with him.

I definitely had no idea that I would ever fall in love with the human version of him, the real man.

Unfortunately, you can’t turn back time and change the past.

Then again, would I want to? I’d gotten to where I was because I’d idolized him, because I had wanted to be him. What the hell else would I be doing if it hadn’t been for him and that damn Altus Cup when I was seven?

Goose bumps rose up on my arms as I sat straight and lunged for my shirt again, pulling it on as the German shifted in his seat right next to me.

I had just tugged it down over my stomach when he shoved his cell phone into my hand with a single order. “Look.”

Big girl socks on, I cast a single glance at his face, but he had that same blank expression, the cool one. I looked down at what he was showing me on the screen. It was a picture of something.

“Take a closer look.”

I took the phone from him and brought it up to my face, enlarging the image to see what he wanted to show me. It was a picture of a picture. Well, of a drawing to be exact. It was an orange sheet of construction paper with big, black words written in a little kid’s handwriting.

Wait a second.

I looked even closer, blowing up the image more. It was the little kid version of my handwriting.

Dear Mr. Kulti,

You are my favorite player. I play soccer 2 butt I’m not good like you are. Not yet. I practice all the time so 1 day I can be just like you or beter. I watch all of ur games so don’t mess up.

Ur #1 fan, Sal

<3 <3 <3

P.S. Do u have a girl friend?

P.P.S. Why don’t u cut ur hair?

“I was nineteen when that showed up to the club’s offices.

It was my third fan letter ever, and the other two were topless pictures,” he said in his low, steady voice.

“That letter stayed in every locker I used for the next ten years. It was the first thing I looked at before my games and the first thing I saw after I played. I framed it and put it in my house in Meissen once it started to wear out. It’s still there on the wall of my bedroom. ”

Oh my God.

“You didn’t put a return address on the envelope, you know. It only had your street’s name and Texas on it. I was never able to write you back because it wouldn’t have made it, but I would have, Sal,” he said.

Looking at the picture reminded me so clearly of writing it, so many years ago.

He had kept it.

“I still have the three others you sent me.”

If I was someone who swooned, or whatever kind of crap happened to people when they were in shock, I would have been doing it. This was… there was no word for what this was.

“Did you know it was me when you took the position here?” I asked, still looking at the picture.

“No. I didn’t realize it until you introduced yourself in Gardner’s office. I couldn’t believe it. I knew your last name from the videos of you playing, but I didn’t know your first name,” he explained. “I only remembered your first name from your letters.”

Good grief.

“So you’ve always known?” My voice cracked a little at the last word.

“Did I know you’d been my number one fan once?

” he asked, nudging my rib enough so that I looked up at him.

A gentle look replaced his harsh, usually brooding features.

“Yes, I knew. If I would have paid attention the first day of practice, I would have figured it out sooner. And then you cussed me out—”

“I did not cuss you out.”

“—and I understood that you’d grown up.” Kulti rubbed my lower back. “I take so much pride in knowing you’ve become the player you are because you looked up to me, Sal. It’s the greatest compliment I’ve ever been paid.”

Bah.

He kept right on going, oblivious to my heart shooting off fireworks.

“I’ve met enough people in my life that I can recognize who wants to know me for the right reason and for the wrong reason.

I have trust issues, you know that. It took me time to figure out that you were someone I could trust, but it didn’t take that long.

I know you. I know that someone who will defend her father and risk losing her career is someone I can trust, someone that I can respect.

Loyalty is one of the most precious things I’ve ever encountered.

You don’t know the things people would do to get ahead, and I would bet my life you would never turn your back on anyone that needed you.

“Every single thing that has ever happened in my life has led me here, Sal. Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you’re supposed to go. I am the man that I am, and I have done the things that I’ve done, to get me to you.”

What did you say to that? To a man who kept your childhood letter for half a lifetime and mentioned you and destiny in the same sentence?

I bit the inside of my cheek and leveled a look at him. “Are you sure you don’t care? I used to kiss your posters. Now that I think about it, I’m really surprised no one in my family spilled the beans and said something.”

Rey palmed my face. “Not at all.”