19. Kira
19
KIRA
I love my family, but damn, do they have awful timing.
It takes me longer than I’d like to get my family out the door and into their rental car. But finally, after twenty minutes of hugging and promises of spots in tomorrow’s live classes before they head back to Tennessee, I watch as the SUV pulls out of my garage and onto the street. I feel a bit like a grandma in a Hallmark movie, standing on my front stoop and waving as they drive away. But as soon as I see the taillights disappear around the corner, I’m running back into the house.
I find Ren exactly where I left him in the kitchen. The nearly empty takeout containers and discarded plates have all been dealt with while I was gone, and I wish I’d gotten the chance to watch him do my dishes. There’s something so annoyingly sexy about men doing domestic chores without being asked.
He’s standing near the refrigerator, back turned to me and studying the champagne cork hole in the wall. I clear my throat to get his attention.
“Does this have anything to do with the real Jerry Garcia? Or is it some weird joke I don’t understand?” He asks without turning around.
Well, that just won’t do.
I pull my shirt over my head and unsnap my bra, then throw both garments at the back of Ren’s head. He turns, and I love the feeling I get from watching him drink in the sight of my nearly naked body. His eyes narrow in on my breasts, and I love how filthy he looks, ogling me and licking his lips like a starved man. I prop my hands on my hips.
“Do you want to discuss my taste in art, or do you want to fuck me, Ren?”
He runs a hand over his jaw, blows out a long breath, then crosses the room in two strides. Before I even have time to squeal, I’m lifted into the air and hoisted over his shoulder. With one arm wrapped around my thighs, he pushes out of my kitchen and into the living room.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“Finally,” I sigh. His hand comes down, swift and hard against my ass.
“Bedroom, Kira. Where’s the fucking bedroom?”
“Up the stairs, first door on the right,” I answer. When we reach the stairs, Ren takes them two at a time. The way he’s holding me by my legs has my thighs squeezing together, creating delicious friction against my clit. My nipples graze the fabric of his Henley, and it’s all too much sensation and not enough all at once. He throws open the door to my bedroom with enough force to rattle the house, then tosses me directly onto my mattress.
The night-lights I have plugged in each corner of the room cast a glow around us, enough that I can see Ren as he reaches behind himself to pull his shirt over his head. I shimmy out of my leggings, kicking them off the edge of the bed. I never bothered putting on panties after all the plane activities, so I’m completely bare when I spread my legs and dip a finger between them. I sigh when my finger brushes my clit, the relief instant and spurring me on. I circle my clit again, increasing the pressure with each pass. My head falls back on a moan.
“Fucking hell, Kira. That’s so hot. I don’t want you to stop.”
I look up to find Ren entranced, his eyes laser focused on my pussy. He’s got his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. His hand is hidden behind his briefs, slowly and intently stroking himself while I play with my clit.
“Ren,” I moan, extending my free hand out to him. “Come here, please.”
On a groan, he pulls his hand from his briefs and crawls into the bed, straddling me so that one of my legs is between both of his. In this position, he can still see me touching myself and I can see the outline of his delicious cock just out of my reach.
“Keep touching yourself, love. I want to play with these tits.”
He leans in, cupping each of my breasts and testing the weight of them in his palms. I learned quickly on the plane that Ren is a tits guy. At least, he’s a my tits guy. He brushes a thumb over each of my nipples, causing a shiver to run through me as he teases the diamond studded barbells.
“Ren, oh my god. That feels so good,” I gasp when he pinches my nipples, lightly twisting the sensitive peaks. He leans down and sucks one between his lips, and I hiss at the pleasure. I circle my clit faster, chasing the orgasm that has been slowly building inside me all night.
“Do not come, little pest,” Ren demands as he switches breasts, dragging his teeth over the swell of my breast before lightly biting my nipple.
“I’m so close,” I say, ignoring him. My thighs start to shake as the pleasure builds at the base of my spine. I buck up into my hand as I rub myself. Stars dot my vision, and I’m right there, right on the edge of bliss, ready to tumble over.
Ren releases my breasts and swats my hand away, bringing his own palm down against my pussy with a loud ‘THWACK’. I squeal at the bite of pain, my orgasm retreating out of reach even as Warren soothes the sting of my clit with his thumb .
“I told you no. The first time you come tonight is going to be on my cock, not your own fucking hand. Do you understand me?”
Fuck, bossy Ren is sexy. Normally, I wouldn’t give in to him so easily, but he caught me in a cloud of desperation. Right now, I’m not above begging.
“Then please, Ren. Please take your cock out and fuck me. I need to feel you. Need to be full of you. I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right now.” I reach for his briefs, but he grabs my wrists in his hand and tuts at me.
“You, my precious little pest, need to learn a little bit of patience. Now, if I remember correctly, you mentioned something about wanting to be on top?”
I nod, arching my back and hoping that if I push my tits up far enough, it will distract him from torturing me, and I can get his dick out.
“Alright then, darling. I’m going to let go of your hands, but only if you promise to keep them to yourself while I get settled.”
“I will,” I breathe, my voice husky and full of need. He lets go, and even though I’m dying to reach out and run my hands on his pecs, his abs, his tree trunk thighs, I keep my word and keep my hands to myself. He lies down next to me, and I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch as he pushes his briefs down.
His cock springs free, slapping against his stomach and causing my mouth to water. There’s something to be said for a well-formed dick, and Ren’s is fucking perfect. Long, thick, and pink, glistening at the tip with precum and bejeweled all the way down with sapphire-studded barbells.
“I don’t think I will ever get over how hot your cock is with all those piercings. You’re so buttoned-up and well-mannered. You don’t even have any tattoos, but your dick is ribbed for my pleasure. It’s amazing.”
Ren laughs as he runs his fingertips over his shaft, teasing himself and making his cock twitch. My clit aches with need from the delicious depravity.
“I’m glad my act of youthful rebellion makes you so happy, darling. Get up here. I want you to sit on my cock. Sink down on it, slowly. Torture us, and then when we get it all the way in, when your tight little cunt is stuffed full of me, I want you to use me to get yourself off. Got it?”
“Yessss,” I hiss, practically jumping out of my skin to straddle him. I’m so wet, I can feel my arousal sticking to my thighs, but between the piercings and how long it's been for me, a little extra lube couldn’t hurt anyone. I reach over to my nightstand to pull out the bottle, but realization hits me when I see my stash of condoms. I grab the lube and then look down at my boyfriend .
“Ren, do we need a condom? I know I told you earlier that I was good, but you didn’t mention anything about yourself.”
He reaches up, brushing a strand of hair out of my face .
“I’ve got the all clear. I was tested at my last physical. And there hasn’t been anyone for a long, long time. Not since…” He trails off, head tilting as he smiles up at me.
“Since when?” I ask, though I hope I already know the answer.
“Since the first day I saw you. Do you remember?”
My eyes flutter shut as he brushes a thumb over my lips.
“The…the housewarming. The day James proposed to Georgie,” I breathe, my chest heavy with emotion and need.
“That’s right. I spotted you across that balcony, flailing your arms around while telling some story that had everyone laughing. You were bright and smiling, the center of all attention. I took one look at you, and goddammit, Kira. You fucking ruined me.”
“Ren,” I whimper as his hand travels down across my jaw and then to my neck, where he softly collars my throat. Claiming me.
“We can use a condom if you want to, love–”
“No. I want to feel you. All of you,” I say as I uncap the bottle of lube and dribble a small amount of the cool liquid over his shaft. He mutters a curse when I grip him, slowly sliding my hand up and down his length to spread the lube before I lift my hips and position him at my entrance.
“Kira,” he moans, my name sounding like filth on his tongue as I sink down on him. His hands fly to my hips, gripping them with fervor as I wiggle to take more of him. My head falls back, the ends of my hair tickling my spine as I work my way down, feeling the delicious burn of the stretch and the way his piercings feel like they’re massaging me from the inside out.
“Almost there, darling. Two more barbells, you can do it,” Ren says, already gritting his teeth from the feel of me. I rock my hips, seeking friction on my clit and he meets me halfway, bucking up so that I’m finally fully seated.
“Wow,” I breathe out as I settle down, squeezing my inner muscles to help me get used to the size of him.
“Fuck Kira, baby, you look so incredible. So beautiful with my cock inside of you. Can you move, darling? I’m desperate to feel you come.”
Lifting an inch, I slowly sink back down and hum.
“I don’t know. I like the feel of you just like this. Maybe I’ll sit here all night, just warming your cock and never letting you come. You know how much I love to torture you.”
He swats my ass, stinging my bare skin, before soothing over the spot with his palm.
“You are a menace, Kira. I know you need to move. I can feel your cunt pulsing. You need to come so fucking bad, darling. So do it. Be my precious little pest and fuck yourself with my cock.” He reaches up, pinching each of my nipples and twisting, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I lift up slowly and then rock back down hard, delighting in the feel of his cock hitting my deepest parts. I lean forward so that I can brace myself on his chest. The angle gives me the perfect angle for his cock to rub against my g-spot with each of his shallow thrusts while I grind my clit against his pelvis. And fuck, I am grateful for his neatly trimmed patch of hair for the way it adds to the sensation.
Once I begin fucking him in earnest, all of Ren’s dirty talk is replaced with whimpers and curses and ragged breaths when I take him deep. His uninhibited growls of pleasure are so much sexier than anything I’ve ever heard. The pained ecstasy on his face as I ride him hard, the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth while his fingertips massage my hips is enough to have me barreling towards release.
“Ren, I’m so close,” I whine as my vision blurs and my legs go numb. My orgasm winds tight in my belly, pulling every nerve ending taut and making me tremble before it finally snaps. Pleasure seizes me, my world turning technicolor as I succumb to the sensation and delirium. I can hear myself moaning through the fog in my brain, just like I can hear Ren spurring me on.
“That’s it, darling. That’s my perfect girl. Ride it out, keep coming, love.”
My bones melt, warmth spreading through me like melted butter as I come down from my release. I can no longer hold myself up, so I fall forward onto Ren’s awaiting chest. Like I’m nothing more than a ragdoll, he flips me over and covers my body with his. He hoists one of my legs over his hip as he drives into me, nuzzling his face against my neck. His ragged breath is hot against my skin when I feel him swell inside of me.
“Coming,” he moans as he seizes, filling me with his release while somehow managing to kiss my neck as he shakes through his orgasm. I’ve never gone without a condom before, and the sensation of his cum inside me is not something I expected to enjoy so much. He lets his weight settle on to me, his chest pressing against mine. The erratic beat of his heart against my skin anchors me to the moment, and I circle my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through the sweat slicked curls at his hairline.
“Ren,” I say, my voice a hoarse whisper.
“Kira, darling,” he breathes against my neck, rocking back so his softening cock slides out of me, our cum following and leaking down my thigh.
“I never knew how much I’d love feeling like a creampuff,” I say, licking the shell of his ear and relishing the feel of him shivering on top of me. And then that shiver turns into a shake as he begins to laugh. His laughter triggers mine, and before I know it I’ve got tears running down my face and a cramp in my side.
“That was so not sexy, Kira.”
“No, but it made you laugh, didn’t it?” I say, echoing the words he’d said to me at James and Georgie’s wedding.
“You. Are. Ridiculous.” He punctuates each word with a kiss along my collarbone. “I absolutely adore you.”
I think I could so easily fall in love with you. I think as he continues to ravish my body with kisses, driving us both crazy until he’s hard and sliding back into me, fucking me until we’re too tired to do anything but collapse into each other’s arms and sleep.