5. Kalen
5
Kalen
“ H ey,” I murmur groggily as the enticing scent of vanilla falls over me. I reach out, and as I try to wake up my brain, my hand connects with soft curves and warm skin. I’m not sure what is going on, but as my hand explores the soft curves beside me, my dick thickens between my legs. I breathe deep. “Mmm,” I moan and when a small little gasp of surprise reaches my ears, my brain comes to life, flashing back to the night in the closet—with Darien.
I shift, and roll over to turn on my lamp. The sight of sweet Sahara, the blankets pulled up to her chin greets me. I blink one, twice. What the hell is going on?
“Sahara,” I murmur, as understanding dawns. Sahara is in my bed. Clearly, she felt the pull between us every bit as much as I did, and yeah, I considered slipping into her bed, but she stayed in the bathroom so long I ended up falling asleep, which was for the best right.
Or not.
Hell, even Taylor could see my interest in her friend. But when she called me on it in the hall, as Sahara made her way to the bathroom, I denied it. But I wasn’t fooling anyone. She laughed right in my face and told me to go for it. I ended the conversation. No way was I going to talk about my sex life with my sister. But at least I know if I hooked up with her only friend in town, she wasn’t going to let it come between them. I can’t say the reverse would be true. Not that I have to worry about any of my teammates. They know the rules when it comes to Taylor.
Wait, why the fuck does Sahara look so frightened?
“Sahara,” I say again, and tug on the blankets as I shift closer, to assure her everything is okay. Maybe this has nothing to do with sex and she needs comfort from her scare tonight. “Oh sorry,” I burst out quickly when I realize I misjudged the distance and now my hard cock is pressing up against her soft thigh.
“Kalen.” As a sliver of light cuts across her face, her eyes meet mine, and I don’t miss the desire reflecting there.
Okay, so maybe she’s not looking for comfort, and maybe she likes what she feels against her leg.
I touch her face, lightly brush a strand of her damp hair from her soft cheek. That’s when another thought hits. “Did you get lost?”
She hesitates—a vulnerability about her—and for a second something about that look feels so damn familiar. My mind once again goes back to that library closet, but I can’t hang on to a single thought when a mewling sound catches in her throat and an inviting smile spreads across her gorgeous face, reminding me I’m with the exciting woman from tonight’s stage.
Her warm fingers lightly graze the side of my face, and I suck in a fast breath as her heat travels through my blood and strokes my cock.
“I’m not lost, but if you don’t?—”
“I do. Oh, I fucking do,” I shoot back quickly and she tugs her bottom lips between her teeth, laughter lighting up her eyes.
Her fingers trail lower, touching my bare chest and my muscles tighten. Her lashes fall for a second veiling her eyes when she agrees, “I just…one night.”
“One night,” I agree. With that I roll over her, spreading her legs with mine as I settle on top of her lush body. I brush her damp hair back and gaze at her lips. She wets them in preparation, and while I want to draw this out, I need to taste her so fucking bad.
I cover her mouth with mine, and a rumble starts deep in my chest and rises up, only to get smothered by her kisses. She tastes like minty toothpaste and I slide my tongue inside to tangle with hers.
My dick thickens even more, and I move against her body, wanting my boxers off, and wanting her naked. I inch back and bury my mouth in her neck. Breathing in her scent, I moan, and run my hand down the side of her body, working to figure out what she’s wearing and the best way to get her out of it. No one has ever accused me of being inefficient, on or off the ice.
Once I realize she’s in shorts and a button-down pajama top, I slow myself down and slide off her. I push off the bed and stand over her.
She blinks up at me. “Kalen,” she murmurs, a hint of worry in her voice.
I tug on my boxers, fixing them around my throbbing dick. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going anywhere. I just want you to sit up for me.”
“Oh.”
She does as I ask, and I let my gaze go from her cute painted toenails, up her long silky legs, to the lush bumps in her pajama top. My mouth drools, aching to lick and taste those hard nubs that highlight her arousal.
Dropping to my knees before her, which, judging from the widening of her eyes, seems to surprise her, I reach for a button on her pajama top and pop it open to expose just a tiny hint of her creamy flesh.
She swallows and glances at the lamp. “Should we…”
I pause for a second, not really expecting her to be self-conscious. Tonight, on stage she was the female character in a racy love scene. I guess that’s different, though. On the ice, I’m a beast. Off it, I don’t go around checking guys if they’re in my way. I’m once again reminded that we are what we need to be in certain situation.
“If you want it off, we can turn it off.” I undo the second button, and my gaze takes in her small mounds. I spread her top and get the tiniest glimpse of her areolas. I’ve been with many different women, bodies of all shapes and sizes, but this woman’s breasts, small, pert, ready for my mouth, are hands down my favorite. I’m not just saying that because she’s currently in my bed, offering herself up to me. Sure, that doesn’t hurt, but it’s what I’m attracted to.
I undo the third button, and fully expose her gorgeous breasts. Her head rolls back, her eyes flitting shut. “Sahara,” I murmur quietly. “I’d like to look at you, but if you want the light off, that’s okay too.”
Her eyes open, and race over my chest. “I…I like looking too.”
I grin at that and it seems to wipe away her uncertainty. “How about touching?” I ask. She arches a brow. “Do you want to touch?”
She nods eagerly, and I take one of her hands and place it on my chest. A little whisper of air flutters from her mouth and falls over me. A quiver goes through my body and now it’s my turn to shut my eyes. Her fingers splay, her touch light as she acquaints herself with my body and I moan, leaning into her.
“You like being touched?” she asks.
My eyes open at the quietness in her voice and I respond with, “I like you touching me. What about you, do you like being touched?”
She smiles and shoots back, “I like you touching me.” It’s strange and I have no idea why, but I get the sense that this woman hasn’t been touched in a very long time. I could be wrong, but if that’s the case and we only have one night together, then I damn well want to make it good for her.
I finish unbuttoning her top and love the way her chest is rising and falling erratically as I slide the cotton from her shoulders. I shake my head, strangely overwhelmed by the near naked sight of her and she must misread me, because her eyes go wide and she slightly stiffens.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Sahara,” I breathe out. Her body relaxes as I cup her breasts, shaping the undersides as my mouth waters and my dick nearly tears through my boxers.
“You are too.”
I grin. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but never beautiful.” A pink little flush spreads across her cheeks and I lean in and kiss her. “I like it, but it needs to stay our little secret.”
She chuckles. “Okay.”
I lightly brush my thumb over her nipples and she mewls again. “Kalen, that is so nice.”
“You like being touched here?” She nibbles her lips again, and nods. “Tell me,” I insist.
“I do,” she says.
I lean into her and lightly nip her nipple and her hands move to my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin as I pull the entire bud into my mouth and suck hard. “Oh my God, Kalen.”
“Mmm,” I moan, as my chest fills with pride, loving that I can turn her on with one little suck. Jesus, how is she going to react when I have my mouth between her legs?
I don’t know, but dammit, I can’t wait to find out. I treat her other perfect breast to my tongue and my hands land on her thighs. I knead her flesh before spreading her legs even more, giving my body, hands and mouth ample room to move, because yeah, I want to devour her. With hurried, almost anxious hands she continues to touch me, like I’m a damn sculpture on the last night of its display. My blood burns, my cock restless inside my boxers.
I get it, buddy. I get it. I want inside her too.
She leans back on her hands, her body open to me, as I toy with the string holding her shorts to her hips. I hold her gaze, watch her breath come quicker as I tug on the string. “Lift.”
Her ass leaves the bed, and I work the shorts free. The second I expose her beautiful bare pussy, all warm, wet and pretty pink, I move back, push her legs together and get her completely naked.
After tossing the shorts away, I spread her again, and her fingers race through my mess of hair. I lightly touch her with my finger, barely grazing her as I run the tip over her soft outer lips.
“Kalen…”
“You like being touched here?”
“Yes, please.”
I apply more pressure, widening her pussy lips and exposing her swollen clit. Circling it, and gauging her reaction as my dick aches, her hips lift again. I focus in on her clit, rubbing it with my palm, and her cries of pleasure curl around me.
“I wonder if you’ll like my tongue as much?” I grin as she whimpers again, loving all the sexy sounds she makes. “Do you think we should try?”
“God, yes.”
I lean in, breathing in her freshly showered skin. Warm vanilla and something else that’s uniquely Sahara fills my senses. I glide my tongue over her hot, wet pussy, lapping at her sweetness. Her entire body quivers beneath my ministrations, and her hands run down my back as she leans over me.
I savor her as my dick screams at me to hurry this along. I reach down, pull him free and give him a hard stroke to sate him a bit longer.
As pre-cum coats my palm, I lick her with the soft blade of my tongue, and then sharpen it to apply pressure to her clit, and her whimpering sounds curl around me as I learn what her body needs from me.
“What’s the consensus?” I ask from between her thighs. I glance up at her to find her eyes glazed, lost in a haze of pleasure. “You like my tongue as much?”
Her eyes practically roll in her head when she realizes what I’m asking. “Yes. I like.”
“Should we try a finger or two?”
“Please.” I nip at her inner thigh before I slide one thick finger into her core, and her quivering muscles tighten around me. Before I can ask if she likes that, she moans and murmurs, “Yes, finger…”
I slide it in and out of her, and run my tongue over her sopping wet clit. Her body begins to rock against my face, and I crook my finger inside her. The second I brush that tight bundle of nerves, she gasps, and her entire body lets go. Liquid heat floods her sex, and I lap at her as it drips over her thighs. Fuck yeah.
I steal a fast look at her and her mouth is open, her gaze locked on mine, like she can’t figure out what just happened. When was the last time this woman had an orgasm? I know she’s new in town, but lots of experiences happen in college, right?
“I love the way you come for me,” I say, encouraging her to give in to everything her body is feeling. I stay inside her, letting her ride out the waves and when I come up for air, she looks almost flabbergasted.
“Sahara?”
“I don’t…I usually…” She shakes her head. Whatever it was she was going to say, she changed her mind. As I go back on my heels, I want to press, to ask, but lose focus when a change comes over her and she places her hand over my throbbing dick.
“Do you think this big guy would like my mouth?”
I let out a loud groan. Shit, I need to keep it down, otherwise my sister might come running. Although she seemed to like the idea of us, but finding us together is something else entirely.
“I take that as a yes,” Sahara jokes, and I go up on my knees as she leans into me, tugging my boxers lower to expose my entire dick and balls.
“You can take that as a fuck yeah.”
She chuckles and her hot breath caresses my crown as she puts her small hand around my swollen cock and takes him into her mouth. I grip her hair, push it from her face and watch her suck me. In and out, in and out, almost curiously, tentatively.
As I watch her, something niggles in my brain. Once again, I hate to admit that I’ve been with a lot of women, and while most are into oral sex, they usually like to put on a show. But Sahara here, she’s focused, like this is as much for her as it is for me. What she doesn’t do is glance up at me, all seductive and demure, and maybe, after watching her act tonight, I thought she would, expected oral sex with her to be like it was with everyone else.
Honestly, she’s a bit of a contradiction. Outgoing and seemingly up for anything one second, and the next, quiet, reflective almost…explorative. I don’t hate anything about the contemplative side of her. In fact, I think I might like it. A lot.
She inches back, her gaze latched on my cock, everything about the look on her face thoughtful…curious. She seems to be all over the place tonight.
I touch her chin and bring her eyes to mine. “Sahara?”
The vulnerability about her hits like a stick to the gut, bringing out the protector in me, as she blinks once, twice, and then her lips curl into a smile.
“Do you think you’d like to be inside me?”