Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Kendall
The flames flicker and I look up across the fire pit to see Aaron laying in the hammock, one arm thrown up over his eyes and his chest rising and falling. He fell asleep long ago and the quiet settled in.
He’s right, this does feel almost natural, though I want to fight it.
I can’t see myself ever fully trusting a man again. Outside of my father, I question their loyalty. I see all the ways they could hurt me if I was to let my guard down. I stay two steps ahead, or at least I try.
“I feel you watching me,” he says without moving his arm or opening his eyes.
“Just wondering how the hell you are managing to stay on that thing when you are six foot something and your lower half is hanging off the end.”
“Six three,” he says and I see the hint of a smile. “And it’s only my feet hanging off the end.”
Aaron is a very attractive man. Tall, gorgeous smile, sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and the perfect tan from working the job site day after day. His arms show sure signs of manual labor and those abs, they are really nice too.
I feel my body reacting to him, kicked back so relaxed in my backyard. I don’t want to feel like I could do this exact thing every single night and be completely happy with it.
“I can hear those gears turning in your head.”
“Shut up.” I toss my beer can at him and hit his elbow.
He chuckles but stays where he is. Tonight was nice, I’ll admit that to only myself.
After the initial attitude I threw his way, we fell into a happy medium.
Laughs by the fire, him sharing stories about some of the guys on the job, me about the guys I work with.
We hit a calm that I could handle. I stopped letting myself overthink it all.
It’s a little after eleven and we’ve had a few beers each. He finally sits up and runs his fingers through his hair and down his face. “I guess I should get going.”
“You’ve had too many to drive,” I say before I have the chance to stop myself. I look up to find him watching me. “I’m just saying that there is a perfectly good couch inside. It’s not too awful on comfort.”
He holds my stare.
“You can’t drive back to Montgomery on the back roads this late after drinking.”
“My head is pretty clear.”
“I can get you a blanket and pillow.” I stand and as I round the fire pit, he too is standing. Blocking my path he places his hand on my hip.
“I’ll be alright driving home,” he offers again and I look up. His chin dips and his mouth is only a few inches from mine. “Unless you really want me to stay.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I tell him but can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “I just figure that I owe it to your parents to ensure you’re safe.”
“Oh is that all?”
I nod and he chuckles before placing a finger beneath my chin and tilting my head upward. He licks his lower lip and I feel that one little movement trigger a reaction in my body that has me leaning toward him. My nipples harden, and I squeeze my thighs together, hoping he doesn’t notice.
When he kisses me, I know he’s picked up on it.
His tongue grazes over my lips and they part, inviting him in. Aaron is very good with his mouth and his tongue is lethal. Kissing him is the greatest form of foreplay, the man is very skilled.
When he starts to back me up to the side of the house under the porch awning, I allow him to cup my ass and lift me. Suddenly my back is to the siding and my body is shifting against his. Much like our first and only night together, I swallow his moan.
“Fuck you drive me crazy,” he growls as his hand slips beneath the hem of my shirt. His large hand cupping my chest rolls my nipple between his fingers. “Haven’t been able to get you out of my head since that first night, Kendall. Not once,” he admits. “The way you felt, so tight and wet.”
His dirty words hit me hard.
“You tell me no if it’s not what you want, but I’d much rather be in your bed with you.” He pinches my nipple, my back arches and then I feel his lips wrapping around the hard peak. Sucking, nibbling he looks up at me and I shift my hips again.
“Yes,” I pant, “bed.”
My head is screaming bad idea, but the rest of me can’t get there fast enough. I want to feel his body pressed to mine. I want to feel him moving inside of me reminding me of one of the best things I have ever felt, him.
The slider opens and he steps inside, still holding me in his arms. With a push with his foot it is closed once again and I hear the flip of the lock.
Then my back is pressed to the mattress and Aaron’s body is covering mine.
His mouth is on me, my mouth, my neck. My shirt is lifting and being tossed to the floor, before I feel his lips once again, his tongue tasting me as he moves lower and lower.
“You taste so good,” he whispers, undoing my pants and gently sliding them down my thighs, the strip of lace I call underwear being the only thing left behind.
Aaron drags his finger over the small piece of material and my hips buck on their own accord. Positioning his body between my thighs, he pulls the material aside and before I have the chance to prepare his mouth is feasting on me.
I grip the sheets at my sides and arch as he holds my hips up, keeping me from slipping away. My entire body grows warm, the sensations of his tongue, teeth, and fingers exploring me. It’s mind-blowing.
“So fucking good.” His words vibrate against my clit and I bite my lip. “I could do this for hours and not get enough.” And it would seem Aaron is an oral man. My inner slut is screaming oh thank God, as I fight the urge to grip his hair and shift myself against his magnificent tongue.
My head feels foggy, my body electrified with so many sensations I can barely see straight.
“Don’t stop,” I say and he sucks harder. I can feel myself building and then it hits me hard. My toes curling, I squeeze my eyes closed tightly and my body jerks. But he doesn’t stop, he keeps giving and I see it, I come all over again.
As I slowly start to descend and rejoin my body Aaron is hovering above me, his clothes discarded as he grips himself in his hand.
“Do I need a condom?” he asks me and I am mesmerized by his hand slowly moving up and down over his hardness. “Kendall?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head.
Suddenly he shifts forward filling me and a pleased moan falls from my lips. Aaron pauses, bites his lip and tilts his head backwards, like he is taking a few minutes to regain some control.
So I take it as my cue to move and when I do he grips my hips tight, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Kendall.” My name sounds more like a growl, and he holds me to him, but I don’t stop moving.
A harsh fuck rips from his mouth then he is moving.
Slamming forward over and over my bed shifts from each thrust. Like a madman chasing his release he is relentless, and I love it.