Chapter 12 – Kylie
twelve
Kylie
“Yes,” I whine out when he nibbles my clit and then sucks it back into his mouth.
I bite my lower lip to stop myself from screaming out.
I watch his every move with my hand behind his head, making sure he doesn’t stop what he’s doing.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I’ve never had someone bring me this much ecstasy, just from eating my pussy.
He hasn’t even slipped a finger in me yet, and I can feel the wet spot on my bed under my ass.
The minute he puts pressure on my clit with his tongue, I’m jumping off the cliff.
“Knox,” I mutter his name as my eyes close and I feel my pussy contracting.
My hand slips off the back of his head and he gets onto his knees in between my legs, his blue eyes piercing into my soul.
“My turn.” I get on my knees in front of him.
“I’ve had this in my hand”—I place said hand on his hard cock that is being restrained by his jogging pants—“and in my pussy.” I rub my nose along his jaw, rubbing my palm up and down.
“Now it’s time to get it into my mouth.”
He bends his head to kiss me, his tongue tasting like me as he puts one hand on my ass, and we turn around on the bed so now his head is on my pillows.
“This is going to be fun,” I purr and kneel between his legs.
“First thing,” I say, gripping the side of his joggers, “let’s get one layer off of you.
” He lifts his hips for me to get it past them, leaving him in black Calvin Klein boxers, his cock straining to get out.
My hand goes to the elastic at his waist, and I pull it back to see his cock.
His long thick cock. My mouth immediately waters.
As I push down his joggers, his legs move to kick them off the rest of the way, and I toss them to the side with my clothes.
“Now this,” I say, gripping the base of his cock in my hand, my fingers not even close to touching, “is what I’m talking about.
” His eyes are on me, his neck now off my pillow.
I’m about to smirk before my tongue comes out and I lick off the precum from the tip.
My tongue goes around the tip once, twice, three times, before I take him into my mouth.
He groans and his head falls back onto the pillow, as my hand comes up to meet my mouth.
I suck him in my mouth more and more, as deep as I can take him.
His head comes back up to watch and when I suck him to the back of my throat, it falls back again, and I see his hands beside him grip the sheets.
My watering eyes go to his as my mouth and hand work him.
He tries to reach for me, but I let go of his cock and move to his balls.
I lick around one then the other and then suck the side of his shaft going back up.
His hand goes to the side of my hair, gripping it in his hand as I take him back into my mouth.
“Kylie,” he says my name through clenched teeth and pulls my hair a touch, making me move my hand and my mouth faster and faster.
“I’m not going to—” he starts and then knifes up.
“I need to fuck you,” he declares, taking my mouth now, his tongue frantically playing with mine.
“I need to fuck you more than I need the blowjob.”
“But—” I start to say, but he’s already got me on my back.
“Fuck!” He hits the middle of his forehead with his palm. “I don’t have a condom.”
I turn to the right, reaching over to my bedside table and open the drawer, where I have my trusty vibrator, some lube, and an unopened box of condoms I bought when I came back from Arizona with a plan to have all this sex, which never ended up happening.
“You are lucky I come prepared,” I mumble to him as I open the box, and I feel him lifting one of my legs and kissing my calf.
The action is more intimate than I want, so I move it away from his mouth and toss him a condom packet.
He brings it to his mouth and tears it open before pulling it out.
His eyes are on mine as he rolls it down on his cock.
My stomach clenches as he takes the same leg he was kissing and puts it over his shoulder, making my hips lift.
He moves his legs closer to me and rubs his cock up and down my slit before sliding it into me.
In the slowest motion ever, my neck arches as I feel him stretching me.
He slides half of it in before pulling out and doing it again, painfully slow. “Faster.”
“No,” he retorts, rocking on his knees. “If I fuck you faster, I’ll come faster and I’m not ready for it yet.
” My whole body feels like it’s going to explode with need.
I’ve never in my life wanted something so much, and the feeling both scares me and excites me.
He holds the back of my thigh before taking his time slamming into me, his balls hitting the back of my ass.
“So fucking wet.” He moves back out and then into me again.
“So fucking tight.” This time when he slams into me, his hips circle as his other hand comes to play with my clit, and I about buck off the bed.
My hand goes over my head, and I close my eyes, trying to take it all in.
“Swallowing me.” He pulls out again. “Taking me to the back of your throat.” His hand moves down my leg, covering my body with goose bumps as he grips my breast in his hand, rolling my nipple as he fucks me.
My hand goes on top of his. His other hand makes its way to my clit as his cock stretches me full; it’s all too much for me.
I grip the pillow tight and then his forearm and I come.
Like I’ve never come before. “Strangling my cock, baby,” he praises, and I lift my hips and it’s the last straw for him.
He pounds into me, moving over me, his hand by my side, my leg pushed down on me as he goes so deep I think I see stars.
His jaw gets tight as I feel another one coming.
“How the fuck can you get tighter?” he asks me, and all I can do is bite down on my lip as I come again.
I wrap around the arm beside me as he plants himself to the root and roars out my name, “Kylie!” I feel his cock pulse inside of me, his eyes closed.
He opens his eyes again, and I look into them as he moves his hips slowly out of me, and I think he’s going to draw out of me, but he doesn’t.
No, not fucking Knox, instead of pulling out of me slowly, he starts to fuck me again.
His mouth comes down to take mine as my tongue plays with his before he moves to the side.
His cock slips out of me, but his hands now hold my head while he kisses the ever-loving shit out of me.
* * *
The alarm rings the next morning and I’m on my stomach on the side of the bed, instead of the middle of the bed like I always am.
The duvet is covering just my ass and legs, leaving my back exposed.
I hear a groan from beside me and look over to see Knox on the other side of my bed, with one hand over his head and the other hand on his chest. One leg is straight, the other one bent.
His head is turned away from me and I want to kick myself for sleeping with him again.
The first time, in the car, I blamed it on the drinks and the fact I was horny.
Then, the second time, he came to my door to return my panties.
I was going to kick him out, but with his mouth on mine, I forgot my own fucking name.
Then he fucked my brains out , not once, not twice, but three times.
I fell asleep and thought when I woke up he would be gone, but nope, he’s still here.
“What time is it?” he mumbles, his eyes still closed.
“Time for you to get out.” I turn my head the other way and reach for my phone to stop the blaring alarm. “You need to leave.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, and I feel movement happening when the sheet begins to move off me. My eyes look at the side table, where three condom wrappers are staring back at me, judging me.
I move my legs to the side of the bed, grabbing the sheet with me, and holding it to my chest. “How are you still here?” I look over and see him putting on his boxers and covering the only thing I like about him.
“I’m getting dressed, Ky.” He uses a nickname that has only been used a couple of times in my life, not more, because every time someone has used it, I told them I didn’t like it. I’m not going to bother telling him that, since I plan on never, ever speaking to him again.
I drag the sheet out from the bed, tugging it, and holding it to my chest, even though he’s seen me naked and has pretty much touched every single fucking part of me.
“Can you do it faster?” I ask him and he glares, grabbing his joggers and putting them on.
“This is never happening again.” I don’t know why I say it, I just do.
He walks to the edge of the bed as he bends to snatch up his T-shirt, putting it on over his head and covering up everything else I like on him.
“Oh, trust me…” His voice is tight. “I know. I never go back for a third time.” I should be happy with this statement, but it stings.
“It’s just not worth the effort.” He walks out of the room, and I close my eyes as I listen to the front door open and slam shut.
“Asshole,” I mutter, grabbing the condom wrappers in my hand angrily.
“He is such a dick.” I drop the sheet from around my body, going into the bathroom and throwing the wrappers in the garbage.
Then I turn and walk to the shower and turn on the water.
“Wash him off of you and get on with your day.” I give myself a pep talk.
Stepping into the shower, I grab the loofah and think about putting some body wash on it before I throw it down.
“This calls for a full body scrub,” I tell myself, grabbing the brown sugar body scrub.
I step out after I’ve exfoliated him off me, grabbing my white robe before walking into the kitchen to make myself a coffee.
I stop when I see the white satin panties lying in the middle of the floor.
The television still on pause from when he stormed in here.
I stomp to the panties, picking them up and then stomp to the kitchen, tossing them into the garbage.
“There, now I never have to see them and think of him,” I tell myself as I make a coffee, taking it with me to the bathroom where I get ready for work.
After grabbing a pair of white pants with a pleat down the front, I slip on a thin, white, long-sleeve sweater with blue lines across it. I grab a pair of blue Chucks to make it less dressy and more casual. I tuck the front of the shirt into the pants and let the sides and the back hang loose.
I walk out of the apartment and head to the elevator, my mind forcing myself not to think of him. I press the button once and then twice, and then five times trying to hurry it up.
The drive to the office is filled with music at full volume, trying to drown out my thoughts. I pull into my parking spot and notice Lexi is already here. Ready to move on with my day, I exit the elevator on our floor and walk to the brown door, opening it and stepping in.
When I got this space, it was in dire need of a makeover. A typical office with an ugly rug and white walls. It had nothing that screamed “you’re welcome here” or “this is the place that makes a difference.” I worked side by side with Ariella, who made my vision come to life.
The waiting area on the side has a long green couch with two different shades of pink pillows and two single green chairs facing the couch.
In the middle of the wall, over the couch are two words: My Choice.
My in gold and Choice in green. Above the words are what looks like green leaves with pink flowers covering the top half of the wall, like you stepped into a garden.
“Morning,” Lexi says from her office. “I put coffee on your desk with a cinnamon roll.”
“You are a life saver,” I tell her as I walk into my office.
The L-shaped white desk is in the middle of the room with a pink plush chair behind it.
Two more pink chairs are to the side of the desk.
I dump my bag on the cream-colored couch that faces the desk as I walk around it and see the papers from the event in the middle, the coffee and the cinnamon bun surrounding it.
“What are these?” I ask her from my office, pulling out the chair and sitting down.
“Those are for you to contact the winners of the prizes so we can get the checks.” I flip through the papers quickly, seeing Knox’s stupid name on each and every single one. I notice that he’s won at least one prize, his phone number and email beside his name.
“Well, we are definitely not going to call that one.” I pick up the coffee. “That will be an email exchange.”