Chapter 19 #2
She giggles. “To answer your question, I’ve only been with one guy,” she says. “He was a neighbor I trusted. He was my age and neither of us wanted to turn twenty and still be a virgin.”
My eyebrows hit my forehead.
“You’re surprised?” She picks up on my reaction.
You bet I am. Shocked, even.
The music industry after parties are notorious for debauched sex, easily accessible drugs, and free-flowing booze. The fact she was able to weather those vices says a lot about the woman she is. God knows she’s a hell of a lot stronger than I ever was.
Then, it hits me.
“That was four years ago. No one since?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve been on dates, but I never let it go far.
It’s a turn off for most guys, but I don’t care.
” She pauses. “I always promised myself I’d never be like my mom and sleep around with men to fill a void.
It’s the same desperate and destructive cycle I witnessed Chelle fall prey to in her quest to be accepted by guys who didn’t deserve her…
” She sighs. “That’s why I kept my legs closed. ”
I nod.
Keira’s mom died in a car accident when Noah was sixteen.
Keira was eight. Their mom’s then-guy-of-the-week was at the wheel, drunk.
Since her mom was living at Keira’s grandmother’s place, Noah and Keira weren’t uprooted.
Their grandmother became their guardian.
Before she died, she told them the truth––Noah was conceived in a boy’s locker room when their mom was fifteen by one of the football team’s star athletes, and Keira is the result of a bathroom bang in a bar Eva worked at.
The guy was in LA for business. Eva never saw him again.
Noah’s dad never wanted anything to do with him.
Until the shocking revelation, they didn’t know they were half siblings. They thought Noah took after their dad. Keira’s unwillingness to fuck around is justified.
“I hope I won’t disappoint you––”
I press two fingers to her lips to silence her. “That’ll never happen, Keira.”
My gaze bores into hers for a short beat.
Unable to resist, I lean in for a kiss. It’s soft at first, but it’s enough to send a buzz to my balls. I kiss her again, a little more forceful this time, then swipe my tongue across her upper lip and groan. “You taste as fucking good as the first time your lips touched mine.”
“Don’t stop kissing me,” she says, grabbing hold of my jacket.
She had the upper hand when she stole a kiss years ago because she caught me by surprise. That’s not the case tonight.
“Say the magic word.”
“Please,” she says.
“You can do better than that.”
“Please, Rhys, don’t stop kissing me.”
I smash my lips to hers, allowing my tongue to slip into her mouth.
She moans.
I kiss her like I’m going to war and this is the last time I’ll have the privilege of tasting her lips.
I kiss her like breathing is optional.
I kiss her to make up for all the wasted years I didn’t have my mouth on her.
“I doubt I’ll be able to stop kissing you tonight,” I say, pulling back from her.
“You don’t have to ever stop,” she says before pressing her mouth to mine again.
I’m not like Beckett or some of my buddies. I kiss some of my hookups, but I’ve never kissed a woman the way I’m kissing Keira—with passionate abandonment.
I wasn’t sure how this night would play out.
I mentally coaxed myself not to push too hard, but now, I want everything all at once with her. I want her in every position, and I want us to christen every wall in my house.
Fuck.
Our lips are frantic and hungry for one another.
My hands travel down her back until I grope her ass and squeeze hard.
She gasps into my mouth.
I grind, pressing my length against her stomach.
“You’re so hard,” she says.
There’s no denying my desire for her. “Because I want you so damn much.”
She practically purrs as I drop open-mouthed kisses along her neck.
“Oh, God, Rhys.” She places her hands against my chest, pushing away from me.
“What?”
“This is too much,” she says.
“You wanna stop?”
Putting the brakes on isn’t part of the program tonight, but I’m a gentleman. It’s her call.
“Hell, no. If you continue rubbing against me like this, I’ll come without you having to do much more. It’s so intense I feel like I’m about to combust.”
“We’re in the same boat.”
I grab her neck and pull her into me, sliding my tongue over her mouth before plunging between her plump lips. I grind against her with more urgency. She responds beautifully, grips my shoulders, and the kiss turns incendiary.
Jesus, she’s a hot little thing. “How far can I take this?”
“I’m all yours.”
Thank the fuck God. “I can push your boundaries?”
“I’m up for anything with you, Rhys. I trust you implicitly.”
Her admission fans the alpha in me.
Raging desire threatens to tear me apart at her willingness to submit to me. Everything about this woman calls to my deepest primal instincts to make her mine.
I lift her in my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist, my mouth coming down hard on hers.
I traverse the house and climb up the stairs in a rush.
My feet eat the floor underneath me as I stride down the hallway to my bedroom.
When I get inside, I turn on the light with my elbow, drop her to her feet, and slam the door behind me.
I grab Keira by the shoulders and shove her up against the door and kiss her roughly. The mix of her intoxicating scent and the adrenaline coursing through my veins makes me ravenous. Our tongues dance and lips smack as our hands explore each other in a mad rush.
“God, I want you,” she says.
“Not as much as I want you.”
I fumble with her zipper, inching it lower before pulling down the spaghetti straps of her dress.
“Fuck.” I gasp at the hedonistic sight of her sexy thin lace bra and the pink circles of her areolas crowned by her hardened mouthwatering nipples. “I bought that?”
“Newsflash, you bought everything I own…”—she pulls her lower lip between her teeth—“including the crotchless panties I’m wearing.” Her teasing tone is an outright provocation.
With impatient hands, I unhook her bra and slide the straps down her arms. I toss it to the side and give her incredible tits all the attention they deserve. I don’t spare her. I cup, grope, knead and massage, relishing the size of her tits in my hands.
“Oh, God,” Keira says, digging her fingers into my forearms.
I lick and suck on the tight points of her nipples like a goddamn savage. Needing more, I flick and twist them between my fingers, inflicting pain and pleasure.
Keira whines in response. A beautiful sound of agony and bliss.
I capture her lips in mine and kiss the everloving shit out of her, all the while dry humping her against the door.
She circles her hands behind my waist, pulling me closer, demanding more.
I give it to her.
I grind my hard cock against her in a slow, languorous movement.
Goddammit.
Her desperate moans are driving me out of my mind. I’m so fucking turned on, it wouldn’t take much for me to come in my pants.
What a waste of cum.
“Are you wet enough for me?” I don’t give her a chance to answer. I slide a hand under her dress. “You are wearing crotchless panties.”
“Told you,” she says on a breath.
“Damn.” I slide a finger inside her and pump in and out while I massage her clit with my palm.
“Fuck.”
“I hope you bought those damn panties in every color of the rainbow,” I say.
“I only got a few. I didn’t want to abuse your generosity.”
“Woman, those are so damn sexy. Abuse to your heart’s content.”
“I’ll make sure to correct the error of my ways.”
“I expect nothing less.”
I slide a second finger inside her pussy.
Keira huffs hard, grabbing onto my forearms.
She’s slippery wet.
I fucking love it.
“How do you want it?”
“I’m easy.”
All movements stop.
Her body stiffens. “What did I say?”
“I get that you don’t have a lot of experience, but you must know what brings you the most pleasure. Favorite positions?”
“Not really. I know what brings me pleasure when I touch myself, but not with a guy.”
I try, I really try, but I fail to keep my dirty mind in check. I can only imagine her with her hands between her legs, chasing her orgasm, as I did the same in the room across from her with my hand fisting my cock.
“You never had an orgasm with your first?”
“I did, but they pale in comparison to when I bring myself to orgasm.”
That is so wrong.
Worry veils her eyes. “Is it okay if you help me figure out what I like?”
“It would be an honor.”
I resume my mission, pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Where do you want to come? On my tongue, my fingers, or around my cock?”
She looks up at me from under her eyelashes. “Decisions, decisions…” Her words trail off. She’s too busy grinding against my hand.
“My cock is aching. I need an answer.”
“Those are hard choices…” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “Can I be greedy?” Her smoky voice makes my cock twitch.
“You want it all?”
Her muscles tighten around my fingers like a vice. My cock swells in response.
Fuck.
“Yes,” she says, her eyes hooded.
I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy and lick them clean.
“Good God,” she says.
“I knew I’d be addicted to your pussy juices.”
“That was so fucking hot.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from.”
Her hair is a little messier, her tits are in full view and her perfectly applied nude lipstick is a distant memory. In other words, she’s a beautiful mess. My beautiful mess.
“Let’s get you out of this dress.”
I lower the zipper all the way and let the dress pool at her feet. She steps out of it and I pick it up and walk over to the chaise longue and lay it down with care before returning my attention to the ravishing beauty.
“On the bed.”
Keira laces her fingers around the elastic band of her panties.
“Did I tell you to remove those?”
She looks confused.
“Let’s put them to the test,” I say.
“You want to know if you got your money’s worth?”
“I do.” I wink. “Shoes off.”
I don’t have to tell her twice.