Chapter Three #2
My nipples are pointy little things inside my bra and they ache fiercely. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. I rock against him to run them over his chest, hoping the move soothes the ache, but it’s like fanning a fire.
It feels so good.
Kyle reaches between us and lines his hardness up against my sex through our underwear, thrusting forward and sending a million tiny shards of pleasure piercing through me. I cry out, hugging him tighter as I rock against him, kissing him with fervor, and I can feel heat pooling in my core.
“Fuck!” he growls as he breaks the kiss, and I barely have time to react before my bra is pushed up and his mouth latches onto my left breast. My back arches with a sob as his mouth starts a gentle suckle on the aching bud, my hips moving needily over his.
Oh God.
God.
My fingers tunnel in his hair and hold him close as he teases the ache in my nipples, rolling his tongue around the bud before pushing to take the other in his mouth, sucking and licking possessively until I’m sobbing and trembling, water splashing all around us as I roll my hips over his hardness, quickly approaching a climax as heat builds in my stomach…
Then he stops.
Kyle stills against me, before he pulls away like he’s been burned. Releasing my hair and waist, he’s crossed the tub and moved away from me before I can blink. There’s something akin to horror written on his expression, and it causes a sinking feeling in my gut.
“Sorry,” he says with a careless laugh. “I guess I got a little carried away.”
It’s…dismissive. His tone. Like he’s trying to make me believe that what just happened was not a big deal. Maybe for him it wasn’t, but Christ, it was my first kiss. It was the first time a man has ever touched me like that.
Hurt blooms in my chest but I try not to show it as I work to fix my bra.
My nipples still ache, and so does the spot between my legs that was fiercely rubbing against his hardness.
Everything in me yearns for a repeat, and hopefully relief this time, but I refuse to embarrass myself by begging for it.
“I think I’ll head back inside,” I say, keeping my eyes off him as I climb out of the tub.
He doesn’t say a word to stop me. It shouldn’t sting, but it does.
My knees aren’t at all steady as I walk back to the bedroom and dry myself up before digging around the bag of clothes we received from Pope. I grab a pair of leggings and a T-shirt before slipping into bed. I shut my eyes tightly and beg for sleep, hoping it comes before Kyle comes back.
I’m shit out of luck, because I’m still awake when Kyle finally walks in.
I keep my eyes shut and even out my breathing so he thinks I’m asleep. I catch the shuffling noises as he changes into his clothes, and I wait for the bed to dip as he climbs in, but no such thing happens. The lights go off, and still nothing.
Slowly, I open my eyes and turn to the empty spot beside me before leaning over the bed, surprised to see Kyle lying on the floor with only the pillow to cushion his head.
“You’re not really sleeping on the cold floor, are you?” I ask in disbelief, peering down at him in the dark.
“Go to sleep, Viv.”
“The floor is cold and hard,” I say. “You’re going to be driving all day tomorrow, Kyle. You need to be well rested for that.”
“I’ve slept in worse places. This is fine.”
“It’s not fine for me,” I push. “The bed is big enough for the two of us.”
Unless…
Oh God, unless he’s scared that I’ll throw myself at him.
The thought, mortifying as it is, doesn’t push me to hide under the covers as I’d prefer to.
“I’m not going to touch you if that’s what you’re worried about.
” I huff. “You’ve already made it clear that you don’t want that, and I’m not the kind to disrespect boundaries. ”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.”
My brows knit in confusion. “Then why won’t you get in bed?”
“Because I’m worried that I’ll do more than just touch you, Viv.”
My heart jolts at the words and for a few long minutes, the room is quiet. So silent that I can hear the trees whistling outside and the soft roar of the wind.
“You want to do more than touch me?” I whisper into the quiet room. “Then why did you stop earlier?”
“Your brother would kill me if I crossed a line with you.”
Knox? Oh, I don't doubt that. My big brother was always fiercely protective of me. It’s the one thing I remember most about him, but I haven’t been a little girl for a while now.
“He’s not here in the room with us,” I say.
“Viv—”
“It’s cold tonight, Kyle. We could share warmth, and we’ll both sleep more comfortably for it.”
“Viv…I can’t.”
Can’t or won’t? Right now, it feels like the latter, and the rejection stings. It stings so badly that my next words are spoken in a cold voice, enough to suck whatever warmth was left in the room. “There’s no need to use my brother as an excuse. You don’t have to touch me if you don’t want to.”
“Viv—”
I turn away and fling the covers over my head, knowing deep down that I won’t be getting any sleep tonight.
I consider giving Kyle the blanket and heading for the living room to read a book I found earlier.
Maybe that’ll keep me occupied until sunrise and I can sleep in the car.
I’m just about to do that when the bed dips beside me and my heart starts hammering in my chest.
The bed creaks as Kyle climbs under the covers and I shiver when his legs touch mine. With his big warm body so close, I wonder how the hell I’m going to get any sleep tonight.
And then he touches me.
I bite hard on my lip to stop a whimper when his hand snakes around my waist and yanks me hard against him, his hard length digging into my backside.
“Feel this?” he rasps into my ear, sending goose bumps over my body.
“I’m hard as stone for you, Viv. I’m safer sleeping on the floor and not in bed with you.
I can’t control myself when I’m around you.
” He groans as he rolls his hips and I gasp at the hard press of his erection.
“I was so close to fucking you in that hot tub, baby. So close to pushing your panties to the side and slipping my cock into your tight little pussy.”
My lips part in a sharp intake of breath at his words, so dirty and obscene. “Why didn’t you?” I brave.
“Because I didn’t want to take advantage of you over some stupid game, and because I’m not supposed to be touching you right now.”
“I’m a big girl.” I bite hard on my lip again. “N-no one has to know.”
“Fuck, don’t say that, baby. I’m barely holding myself in check as it is.”
It’s reckless of me to tease a man who’s telling me he’s on the verge of breaking, but I can’t help myself. I ache…everywhere. I’ve felt his lips on me; I know the relief they can afford me and I want that again. No, I need it like my next breath, so I push up against him.
“It’s just us two here,” I say, feeling incredibly shy. “I…I won’t tell Knox if you touch me. No one has to know.”
With a barely contained growl, Kyle flips me onto my back and his mouth is on mine before I can make a sound.
My lips part for him with a sigh, and I groan when he starts licking feverishly into my mouth and I respond in kind.
I slide my hands up his naked back and hold him close to me as his mouth battles mine.
He breaks the kiss to trail his lips over my neck and I whimper when his hands slide under my T-shirt and cup my breasts.
I arch into his touch, crying out when he pinches a nipple between his knuckles and tugs.
His mouth moves down and takes the other bud between his lips, suckling hard until my hips are bucking off the bed.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says raggedly, his warm breath caressing my wet nipple and sending heat to my core. I tremble when he kisses my stomach, pushing my leggings down as he moves. “I shouldn’t be touching you right now, but I can’t fucking help myself.”
“Kyle…what are you doing?” I whisper, alarmed as his mouth moves lower.
“I want to taste you,” he growls, yanking my leggings the rest of the way down until he slides them off completely.
I gasp when he grabs my ankles and crudely lifts them over his shoulders, putting his eyes at level with my sex.
It’s dark, except for the moonlight filtering through the window, so he probably can’t see much, but it’s still…
vulnerable, the way in which he leaves me exposed.
His hands tighten around my legs and hold me in place when I try to lower them. “I’m going to taste you.” I tremble when I feel his tongue trail the inside of my thigh, slowly moving up to the spot where I ache for him the most.
He pushes his nose against my sex and I blush fiercely when he inhales deeply. “I’m already hooked on you, Viv. Fuck, you smell like heaven. I can’t wait to taste you.”
My hips lift off the bed when I feel the tip of his tongue parting my feminine lips, but nothing prepares me for the heat that rolls through my body when he licks me.
“God!” I cry out, nails digging into the sheets when he runs his tongue over the wet valley of my sex.
His pleasured groan is drowned by my loud moan.
His fingers tighten around me as he buries his face deeper and starts licking me like a crazed man.
My body jolts and arches with broken sobs that only seem to fuel him and…
it’s almost too much. “Kyle…oh God, Kyle.”
I’m rocking against him now, my hips trembling with each drag of his tongue over my most intimate part.
I didn’t really understand why people did this with their mouths, or that it could bring so much pleasure, and now I want more.
The heat gathering in my core is overwhelming and the ache only seems to grow by the second.
I want…
I need…a release, and I find myself begging for it. Without words, I beg a man I’ve known for barely a day to offer me that sweet release with his touch, rocking up to slide my sex faster over his hungry tongue.
It’s so close.
“Please,” I whimper, my entire body trembling as I brace for the feeling. “Kyle, please.”
White, blinding light flashes over my eyelids when he suckles at my clit, sending the heat in my tummy exploding and spreading through my body.
I scream. My toes curl with pleasure and my flesh squeezes intensely under him but he doesn’t let up.
His mouth keeps sucking the bud through the explosion.
My stomach heaves, even as the rest of me trembles and it seems to last forever.
I’m still trembling when he pulls back and I find myself turned to my side.
Kyle settles behind me and I hear shuffling as he yanks his shorts down, and then his cock is sliding between my thighs, rubbing at my already too sensitive clit.
He grips my hip, his breathing heavy as he thrusts between my thighs, rubbing against me but not pushing inside, moving faster.
“Your pussy feels so good against my cock, baby,” he pants into the back of my neck, his hips moving fast. “Feel how you make me hard? You’re so goddamn hot!”
“Oh God,” I whimper as fire starts building in my sex again, every brush of his cock against my clit only fueling the fire.
His hips slap against my ass cheeks as he rocks harder, sliding his hand up under my T-shirt again and cupping my breast. My breath catches in my throat when he pinches at my nipple, and suddenly I’m climaxing again.
I cry out, locking my thighs tightly as my sex pulses with pleasure, and I feel the man behind me tense just seconds before I feel wet heat coating my skin.
“Fuuuck!” he growls, rocking his hips as his cum wets my thighs. He shudders hard against me before going still, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
A part of me expects him to jump back and react the way he did in the hot tub, using Knox to create a distance between us, so I’m surprised when he strokes my arm and I feel the press of his lips on my neck.
“Are you okay?” he rasps, pouring lazy kisses over my neck and shoulder. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”
When I don’t immediately respond, he grabs my shoulders and turns me to face him. I blush at the stickiness between my thighs as I search his face in the dark. “You didn’t scare me,” I say, thankful for the cover of darkness even as I wish I could see his face and read his expression.
Kyle pulls away from me and I hear him climb off the bed and out of the room.
He comes back and I gasp when I feel a towel between my legs, cleaning me before pulling my clothes back into place.
My cheeks are burning and I’m thankful that he doesn’t turn on the lights even when he turns to leave again.
He’s gone for less than five minutes before he comes back and lies down beside me.
Something settles in my chest when he pulls me against him. I’ve never slept in the same bed with a man before, and this feels oddly nice. I burrow into him, sighing when he starts stroking my hair.
“You’re so beautiful, Viv,” he whispers, his mouth brushing over my forehead. “Tell me I can have you again, sweetheart. Even if it’s just for the duration of this trip?”
I don’t even have to think about my answer. “You can have me.”
For much longer than this trip, I want to add, but I keep my mouth firmly shut.
For the first time in years, I find myself giving in to sleep without much worry.
I don't have to worry about my mother’s boyfriend slipping into my room and bed like he attempted to do when I was sixteen.
He only got as far as touching my thigh before I screamed and shot out of the room.
After that, I started sleeping with the dresser pushed against the door, but even then I always slept fitfully.
I shiver at the memory of that night and all that followed, and Kyle must mistake it for a chill because he wraps his hands tighter around me. Warming more than just my body.
With a sigh, I allow myself to fall.