Chapter 3
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I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t have a plan. And while I wasn’t an expert, I had a feeling this was a major no-no in Running Away 101.
My first instinct was to go home. Rookie move , I realized. My penthouse was the first place my mother would look and send security to get me.
It didn’t leave me with many options. As I sat behind the wheel of my Lexus, I raced through all the places I could hide out until the coast was clear. It was almost hopeless until Jadyn came to mind.
The last thing I wanted to do was drop by unannounced, but I had no choice.
Once I crossed the city limits from Hampton Hills to Culver City and then into Bedford Heights, I let loose the biggest sigh of relief. Home free .
Nothing but twelve miles and at least forty minutes were wedged between me, my parents, and Cain. My parents knew about Jadyn, naturally, but they didn’t know where she lived. It provided me refuge, a means of a potential escape from it all.
Well, almost. At some point, I would have to go home and face what was laid out for me. For now, I needed a little time to adjust and get used to the idea.
I suddenly felt too young and trapped. Maybe if I knew the guy, loved him, had a choice, then getting married wouldn’t faze me.
But I didn’t, and I felt a buzz of panic creeping under my skin. I couldn’t?—
POP!
My car swerved to the right of the road, rumbling as I heard the sound of glass bursting beneath my tires.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Not good. Not good,” I whined as I pulled over before my car lurched into the ditch.
I was at a bend in the road with nothing but trees and nightfall surrounding me. I had just gotten off the highway and was making my way toward Jadyn’s, nowhere near walking distance to shelter from the looks of it, not that my heels would carry me.
The smartest thing I could’ve done was leave my cell phone at my parents’ to avoid being tracked. The dumbest thing I could’ve done was leave my cell phone at my parents’ when there was a possibility of an emergency such as the one I was currently in.
I was stranded.
Breathe, Kennedy, breathe , I coached myself to keep the anxiety at bay. Bedford Heights didn’t have the best reputation as it was. While I knew all the stuff the movies and shows portrayed about the city was just fictional sensation to sell fear and violence, being out here alone at night did scream Come hit a lick .
Still, I climbed out of my car and assessed the damage done to my tires, questioning if I could wheel my way to civilization.
By the gaping hole in my front left wheel, I guessed I couldn’t.
My lips trembled and ick rushed over me. Did I deserve this? For running off and not being brave enough to face my problems head-on?
I shook my head at the rhetorical questions. This wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for my father to betray me like he had. He’d left me no choice but to react this way.
Regardless, I had to do something other than standing around like a sitting duck.
It was a fairly warm night this Sunday evening. A low of sixty-something degrees. Crickets echoed in the distance, and a full moon hung overhead amid the glittery stars in the sky peeking out above the trees.
Before I could contemplate walking up the road, a pair of headlights appeared around the corner, saving me the feat.
I stepped out into the middle of the road and waved my arms wildly to stop the driver, and spare them getting my same fate. A look over my shoulder found the remains of a bottle of liquor laying in the street.
A horn blew and I spun around, seeing the mid-size SUV, a Bronco, stopping a few yards from my vehicle. A man stuck his head out his window, gazing from my car to me. “Car trouble?”
I nodded, suddenly worried as I wished it were a woman who had stopped instead. “Yes. There’s broken glass and I blew a tire.”
The man got back in his ride and soon opened his door and climbed out. Sensing my trepidation, he approached me with his hands up. “You okay?”
No . Far from it . “I…I didn’t get hurt. Thank God.”
The man was wearing glasses, and behind his lenses I watched as his eyes fell to my clothes and soon my feet. He appeared perplexed as he pushed his glasses up and returned to my eyes. “You sure you’re going the right way?”
“Huh?” I always took the back roads to Jay’s to avoid lights.
The man scratched at his head and glanced at my Lexus. He then looked behind me and pointed. “Hampton Hills is that way.”
Of course I didn’t blend in.
Jadyn liked to boast about how everybody almost knew everybody in Bedford Heights. And while it wasn’t a poverty-stricken city, I had a feeling no one was driving around with a hundred-thousand-dollar car or owned a ten-thousand-dollar dress. Or maybe it was my awkwardness, the way I kept my distance from this man that screamed I was from the Hills.
“It doesn’t matter now, does it?” The question came out snappier than I intended, but I didn’t back down from the tone my voice took on. Where I was from or going didn’t matter with my wheel totaled.
The man bobbed his head. “You right. You call anybody?”
And now I felt like an idiot for what I had to confess. “I don’t have my phone. I would really appreciate it if you let me use yours.”
The man peered at my car once again before reaching into his pocket for his device. “I got you. My boy a mechanic.”
I looked at the sky, thanking the Heavens for this godsend.
The man came over. “I’m Savon, by the way.”
“Kennedy,” I told him.
He looked down the way I’d come and back the way he’d traveled from. “Let me get this glass up before someone else gets in trouble. Here.” He clicked on the contact for his friend and handed the phone over as it started dialing out.
I took the phone and raised it to my ear as I went and leaned defeatedly against my Lexus.
The phone dialed out only shortly before it was picked up on the other end.
“What’s up wit’ it?” a man’s voice answered lazily.
“Uh, hello? My name is Kennedy, and I’m using your friend’s phone. I’m trying to get ahold of a mechanic.”
Over on his end, I heard him mumble, “Shit,” and seemingly sit up somewhere. “My fault. He gave you my direct line. But, uh, this is Keith, what seems to be the problem?”
I explained to him my dilemma and my location before hanging up and waiting against my car as Savon cleaned up the last of the glass.
I should’ve helped him, but heels and this short dress weren’t the makings of cleaning up glass from the street.
Savon was wiping dirt and grime off his hands as he came back over to me. “You get ahold of him?”
I handed his phone back. “Yeah, he’s on his way.”
Savon tucked his phone in his pocket. “You wanna wait with me in my truck until he gets here?”
He extended his hand and the sight of dirt had me cringing.
“I’ll wait in my own car, thanks.” I didn’t stay and hear his response before climbing back into my car and locking the door.
Savon returned to his Bronco. Despite my rejection, he stayed with me until his friend was coming our way fifteen minutes later.
Keith maneuvered his tow truck until he was facing the way he’d come in front of my Lexus, making it easier for him to get my car onto his ramp in the back.
Savon got out of his Bronco, so I followed suit and got out of my Lexus to speak with Keith. A good two hours had passed since I’d left my engagement party. I was positive my mother was livid in her search for me. I could only hope Cain was livid and changing his mind about marrying me.
Keith got out of the truck, pulling the brim of his faded black baseball cap low as he came over to us. He wasn’t dressed in the cliché jumpsuit like I would’ve expected, but casually in a denim jacket, T-shirt, and jeans along with a pair of Timbs.
He looked at my car and came back to me. I was five-ten, and with the added boost from my heels, I wasn’t far off from reaching his height. I could see him beneath his baseball cap, and instantly I stepped back.
Keith had an angry face—albeit he was incredibly handsome, but still, he had a mean demeanor, making me nervous about approaching him. Nothing about his dark brown eyes and soft brown features said friendly. Where Cain read scary and ominous, this guy was more brooding and annoyed.
“Kennedy?” he asked as he tipped his head by way of a greeting toward me.
“Yes. Thanks for coming to the rescue,” I said with an awkward wave.
Keith looked to Savon for only a second before going and rounding my car. He came back to the blown-out tire and without another word he squatted down, taking in my damage.
“Good news?” his deep voice spoke up. “You’re only going to need to replace this one tire.”
It took me a moment to register what he’d said. The sound of his voice left me startled, because how could a man sound like that? God, his voice was deep. Sooo deep. He sounded tired and disinterested, but his voice held an undeniable vigor.
“You got it from here?” Savon asked, reminding me I wasn’t alone with Keith.
Keith peered over his shoulder at his friend and nodded.
“All right then. Offer still stands by the way,” Savon said, hinting at a conversation they’d had I wasn’t in on. He turned to me, bobbing his head and offering me a gentle smile. “He’s the best to do it. You’re in good hands.”
I supposed a man didn’t have to be smiling to be good at his job.
“Thank you,” I said, feeling my manners coming back. “For stopping and helping me.”
Savon acted as if it was nothing to help me. “Not a problem. Take care.”
He got back in his Bronco and took off.
Keith stood from observing my tire and faced me. Mean face or not, he was fun to look at. Along his impressive jaw was a light dusting of facial hair, as if he’d shaved just a couple of days ago. His full lips were in an impassive line as he stood before me, and I wondered if they’d ever curled to smile a day in his life. The sight of those dark eyes told me he wasn’t one for smiling.
I stopped staring and focused on my car. There was no hiding now, because whatever the damage cost, I would have to use my debit card, a fucking Bat-Signal to my whereabouts.
“What’s the model of this car?” Keith asked as he looked down at my tire again.
I looked at my cobalt blue convertible and felt very stupid. “It’s a Lexus.”
Keith’s eyes cut to me, a duh look etched on his face. “I’m aware. What’s the exact model?”
Why was he asking me this? When I’d wanted a car of my own as opposed to the car service my family would often use, I simply went into the nearest dealership and pointed to the car and got it.
“A Lexus…? I don’t know,” I said helplessly.
Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “Is this car even yours? Or are you driving someone else’s?”
Technically, everything I owned wasn’t mine because I didn’t really have my own money, but yes, the Lexus was mine and I didn’t know a thing about it outside of what type of gas it took and how it felt to drive with the top down on a sunny day.
“It’s mine,” I snapped.
Keith shook his head, mumbling something under his breath as he took a step away from my car. “Forget it. Let’s get it hooked up and we’ll drive back to the garage.”
I took in the tow truck behind him, one that could use a wash, and frowned. “You expect me to get in there?”
Keith’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “How else am I going to transport you from here to there?”
Clearly, we weren’t on the same page.
“ This is Valentino,” I said incredulously as I gestured to my dress.
Keith’s dark eyes ran down my figure, examining my designer dress and my body in it. He did this boldly and unashamed. “And…?”
“If even a speck of dirt gets on me…” I let the idea trail in the air, hoping he was smart enough to catch on.
An impasse settled between us when I said nothing more and he didn’t either.
I was being a diva, I knew, but I wasn’t about to ruin this dress.
Keith soon snorted, shaking his head. “Jesus.”
My disgust annoyed him, but finding an ounce of chivalry, he alleviated the situation by smoothly peeling his jacket off.
The only way to describe the movement was fluid . And for a brief moment, I was distracted as he stood remaining in his burgundy T-shirt and black jeans. His arms. So bulky. So tatted. So delicious looking. He wasn’t muscular in that way that said he was a gym rat, but in a way that said he’d earned his brawn through manual labor.
I angled my head, admiring the sleeve on one arm holding vivid imagery. Cursive script could be found as well, but he wasn’t close enough so I could read it.
Keith stepped closer and held out the jacket for me. “You can sit on this.”
I didn’t want to be any more of a nuisance, so I accepted the jacket and put it on. Immediately I was hit with the smell of his cologne, something woodsy, vibrant—male. I didn’t know a thing about Keith, but the scent of his cologne fit him to a T.
Mmm .
Snapping to, I went into my car and grabbed my clutch and keys. I passed the fob to Keith before looping my strap over my arm.
He led me over to the passenger side of the tow truck and helped me up the lift as I opened the door. I got in and he shut the door behind me before getting to work on hooking up my car.
Admittedly, the cab of the truck wasn’t as filthy as I thought, but I wasn’t going to take off his jacket just in case.
Five minutes later, Keith returned to the truck and climbed in behind the wheel. With the door closed, we were immersed in his scent and presence. In a way, it was overwhelming, intoxicating, a rush of blood to the head, but I liked it. Something about him felt warm, like a shot of Cognac—bad, but then it was good.
He glanced my way as he started up the truck. “You straight?”
His informal way of asking if I were okay left me nodding as I buckled in. “Yeah.”
Keith didn’t speak again as he started driving to the repair shop. There wasn’t a chance for an uncomfortable silence. No, a rap song was playing from his stereo. The rapper spoke about violence without emotion toward his deeds, sounding ruthless. A glance at Keith found him bobbing his head to the music as if it wasn’t offensive. The screen on the radio said it was a rapper named King Von.
Not wanting to hear more of his rhymes, I leaned forward and pushed a button on the radio that changed the station. Tony! Toni! Toné! was playing on the new station, “(Lay Your Head on my) Pillow.” A much better soundtrack for the ride.
Keith kept his eyes on the road, but I noticed the way his fingers curled around the wheel even tighter as he drove with one hand.
“You know, for someone who doesn’t want to be in this truck, you sure don’t seem to mind touchin’ shit.” His eyes shot to me as he bluntly called me out, but he didn’t change the station, thankfully.
I sat up, wanting to apologize, but my pride had me being petty and silent.
Tony! Toni! Toné! crooned on and I welcomed their harmonies as opposed to the brass and gruff raps from before.
We reached the garage, a place called Rod’s Repair, and Keith circled the brown-bricked warehouse looking building and pulled in the back where he let up one of the three garage doors to pull in.
I opened my door and got out of the truck and carefully stepped down from the lift. The smell of oil and gasoline permeated the air, and the sight of a few cars waiting in the garage greeted me as I took a look around. I didn’t make a move, afraid of getting dirty, jacket barrier or not.
Keith came around the truck my way and gestured toward a door leading into the main building of the repair shop.
“I’ll be sure to get on this in the morning,” Keith said to me.
My jaw dropped. “The morning ?”
Keith nodded. “We’re closed now.”
It was Sunday, I was sure I was fortunate as it was to have caught him at all, but still.
“I need that car fixed now,” I begged.
Keith wasn’t moved. “Like I said, I’ll make it a priority in the morning.”
“I…I don’t care if you overcharge me, I just really need that car fixed. I don’t even have a phone to call an Uber.”
Keith came past me, and I was almost positive I caught him rolling his eyes. “I’m not a cheat. I’ll get you a spare set up, in the morning, so you can drive to your nearest Lexus dealer.”
He wasn’t going to fix my car tonight, leaving me even more stranded.
I followed after him as he entered the main building and led me down a brightly lit hallway to the lobby area. A couple of vending machines were along one wall, offering soda in one and snacks in the other. It all served to remind me I hadn’t eaten.
There was a flat-screen TV mounted to the wall in one corner where the chairs and couches were for guests to wait at. A Law & Order repeat was on.
“I’m going to make a phone call,” Keith announced as he came by me after locking the front doors and switching the open sign to closed .
He left me alone and I contemplated getting a snack. The fact that the vending machine held a bag of Garden Salsa Sun Chips was all the incentive I needed to dig through my bag for cash. I walked over to the reception counter to set my clutch on it as I rummaged around in my wallet for a small bill.
It was an off chance my gaze flickered over to the desk behind the counter, but there was no missing the landline staring back at me.
Why hadn’t he used this phone to make his call?
Something told me he was making a personal call, but then an ugly inkling of doubt reared its head. I peered down the corridor Keith had gone, the doubt growing.
My curiosity won the best of me as I grabbed my clutch and stealthily made my way down the hall. I told myself I would just use the excuse of needing to use a phone as well, which was mostly true seeing how I had to get ahold of Jadyn or else I’d be on my own.
The door to the back office Keith had gone in was ajar. I poked my head in, catching him standing with his back to me, wiping at his hands with a paper towel as he stood in front of a desk, using the back office landline.
“I’m going to need someone out here right away … I ran across a woman who claims she doesn’t have her own phone and she’s having car trouble … I don’t know, I’m just trying to do the right thing here …” Keith was saying to whoever was on the line.
Shit. Did he call the cops on me?
Before I could stop myself, I burst into the room, racing over to the desk and pushing my finger down on the hook.
Keith whirled around, his nostrils flaring once he recognized me.
“Did you call the police on me?” I demanded to know.
A thick eyebrow arched as he set the phone back on the base. “The police ? Why would I do that? I was calling you a cab.”
I closed my eyes and winced. Way to overreact .
“Oh,” I let out.
Keith observed me. “ Should I call the police?”
I took off his jacket and handed it over. “Ha-ha. I thought you thought I stole my car for a second.”
Keith set his jacket aside and shrugged those broad shoulders of his. “Even if I did think that, I wouldn’t have turned you in. Then again, maybe it would’ve been entertainin’ watchin’ you get arrested assumin’ you stole and damaged the car.”
His idea of entertainment was lacking. “Are you always such a prick?”
He snorted. “Are you always such a brat?”
No one had ever spoken to me like that. Even as I broke up with Gaius, he didn’t lash out at me. I was in the wrong here, but I didn’t want to admit it. I should’ve been more cautious when driving to Jadyn’s. I should’ve been more polite when dealing with Savon and Keith. I should’ve spoken up and told Cain this engagement was against my wishes.
My shoulders sagged as I hung back away from Keith. It wasn’t his fault I was in a sour mood.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly.
“It’s whatever,” he responded.
My gaze lifted to him. His face was still angry. His tone was still bored. And his energy was still magnetic.
Now that he was right in front of me, I took in his other arm of tattoos. A half sleeve containing BH in hollow block letters along with a city landscape and palm trees. He had pride and love for his city.
I tore my eyes from his arms, finding myself admiring them more and more the longer I looked. The more I studied his ink, the more I was curious what more he possibly held under his shirt. Sometimes too many tattoos could make a person appear dirty, but Keith’s made me want to step closer and trace my finger along them. Become accustomed to them and the feel of his stained skin.
His hands were bare of ink, but notably clean as well. I liked that he kept his nails clipped and clean.
Everything about Keith screamed roughneck , but undeniably man , too. He reeked of masculinity, from the confident way he assessed my car, to the way he walked, carried himself, and spoke.He was equal parts menacing with his angry look, but also alluring with his aura and build.
It was too quiet, making me look up and meet Keith’s gaze. He was watching me.
Yikes .
If he were annoyed at my staring, it didn’t show.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that, and I’m gonna think you want somethin’,” he said, his meaning loud and clear.
My stomach took a dive.
God, that voice. I bit my lip. “And what if I do?”
Keith leaned into my face. “This ain’t what you want.”
His nearness caused me to suck in a breath as something below my belly clenched.
I was sick of people deciding my wants or needs.
Boldly, I reached out and grabbed his baseball cap and took it off his head. He glowered at me, but made no move to reach for it. His hair was nicely styled in a fade with a neat wave pattern on top, letting me know he brushed his hair religiously.
Smirking, I fanned myself with his cap.“I’ll say what I want and don’t want.”
Keith stared at me silently, as if he was restraining himself.
I was only messing around, but a part of me did want to break that empty mask on his face. Didn’t he ever laugh? Or?—
Keith picked me up, the abrupt action leaving me stunned and breathless, before setting me on the desk. He came close, his face inches from mine. “Is this what you think you want?”
I had only been kidding, but the moment swelled over into something else. Something hazy and heady.
A voice in my head told me to stand up and behave, but the order fell upon deaf ears.
It was the night of my engagement party and I was here with another man. One I didn’t know any more than I knew Cain. That didn’t stop the devil on my shoulder from goading me. From pointing out the electricity stirring in the air. I didn’t know this man, but I wanted him.
I was sober as could be, but drunk on him, because his gorgeous face, his hypnotic voice, and his presence had me nodding. “Yes.”
Keith’s eyes were focused on my lips. His hands were planted on either side of me and I felt caged in, but I didn’t want to be free.
He came to my ear. “I think you bumped your head when you ran over that glass.”
My breathing seemed to heighten and I couldn’t think straight. I wanted what I wanted, and I couldn’t explain it if I tried.
I gave in and touched him, feeling the sleeve of tattoos across his silky skin.
“Kennedy,” Keith seemed to warn in my ear. He was ruining my fun and rebellion.
“Prick,” I teased as I continued tracing his ink.
He reeled back, staring me in the eye. “Brat.”
In another moment he dove close and his mouth hovered over mine. We were sharing the same breath, the same temptation, the same want, the same need.
Something told me if I didn’t stop now, there was no going back. And for just a sliver of a minute I hesitated, questioning the rationality of the situation. Could I really do this? Go all the way?
I’m doing this for me , I decided as a quick once-over confirmed that Keith was too good looking to pass up. I hadn’t been this wild and reckless since college, and with my parents obviously pulling the strings these days, there was no telling when I’d get the chance to feel alive again. One more flicker of my gaze at Keith and I suddenly didn’t care about the consequences of my actions.
He wouldn’t be my first, or my last, but this was different. There was a heartbeat below my belly button I didn’t know existed until this man looked at me the way he was. A beat so strong it was painful. It only symbolized the carnal need I felt for Keith in this moment.
“It could be fun,” I offered with a shy smile.
Still, Keith blinked, standing in front of me uncertain. “You for real?”
There was still time to go back. To do the right thing. But fuck it. “Yes.”
A husky chuckle rolled off Keith’s breath as he shook his head, soon looking away as if to question things further. And then he came back to me, all trace of humor gone as he studied my face and where I sat waiting for him to make a move.
He licked his lips, an action that was dizzying, reminding me…
I placed my hand over his mouth. “But no kissing.”
Ow .
Very swiftly, his teeth sank into my skin as he bit me.
I removed my hand and frowned.
“Fine, I won’t kiss you there,” he said, almost threateningly.
His rough hand gripped my thigh and I squirmed at the feel of his hot skin on mine. His hand ascended up, disappearing under the skirt of my dress, daring to find treasure. The closer he crept upward, the more he watched for my reaction.
Closing my eyes, I gave in to the fire as I spread my legs open for him without shame.
I let out a whimper when he moved my thong to the side and stroked my clit. It had been so long since I’d been touched and I felt myself turn into pure arousal at the sensation of him.
We were alone in the building, presumably, but I didn’t want to take any chances. “Close the door and lock it.”
Keith made no move to do such a thing. He kept working his finger against my clit, driving me crazy.
“Keith.”
He worked his finger some more, and I was losing my resolve to care.
“Keith.”
He kept going, coming close to whisper, “Don’t you have any manners?”
“Please,” I whined as I felt myself rock against his hand.
Keith’s hand was gone as he stepped away to close the door and lock it.
My legs were splayed apart, my chest was rising and falling, and all I could think about was him finishing what he started.
Keith turned and assessed me where I waited for him. He didn’t look so moody anymore. The heaviness in his eyes alluded to the desire he felt for this moment as well. I wondered how he’d look when he achieved an orgasm. Would his hard mask crumble? Would he moan out my name? Swear? Become oh-so tender?
I was very curious the more I looked on as he stood away from me.
Keith reached back, gripped the neck of his tee, and in one smooth motion peeled the shirt over his head.
Shit .
I hadn’t had sex in what felt like forever, but looking at this man shirtless had me ready to do it all . The ridges of his six-pack abs and the solid muscle of his pecs had me pressing my thighs together as all I could do was stare. On one shoulder blade I spotted the word Progress , and on the other, I noted the word Patience .
Patience was the last thing I felt as I saw all that he’d been hiding under that shirt.
He was done asking. Keith sauntered over to me, lowered himself down to his haunches, and wrapped his arms around my thighs, jerking me to the edge of the desk.
Oh .
As if he was hungry for it, he yanked my thong down and flung it elsewhere. My sex was staring him in the face and his eyes were on me, daring me to stop this while I still could. I couldn’t turn back if I wanted to. I was so wet with need.
“UGH!” I let out the ugliest cry at the feel of his tongue doing a slow sweep from my entrance to my clit. My head rolled back and my eyes twitched. His grip on my thighs tightened, I couldn’t move if I wanted to. All I could do was endure the painful bliss of his mouth on me.
I loved the way he licked me. Patiently. Eagerly. Thoroughly.
When I was close to it, he stopped, like he knew what was coming.
Keith stood and ran the back of his hand across his mouth, and it was so sexy and primal.
His hands went to his jeans and he undid his belt and zipper and let them fall. His ready erection stared back at me and I suddenly questioned my ability to take it.
The cocky look on Keith’s face as he fished out a condom from his wallet had me pumping myself up to not back down. We’d come this far, and I was too worked up, needing my orgasm high.
Leaning forward, I pulled his boxer briefs down and freed his member. Long thickness hung between his legs and it suddenly clicked that a part of his energy was pure BDE. Well-earned at that.
Keith regarded me, his ego lessening. “You sure?”
I pushed the material of my dress to the side, exposing my breasts to him as I soon leaned back on my arms. “Yes.”
Keith stared at me, the heat of his gaze burning me to cinder.He stepped up to me and placed the condom on.
There was no time to prepare or adjust. In one thrust he was inside of me, possessing me.
“Oh shit.” The words left my lips breathlessly and suddenly as my mouth hung open.
I stared up at Keith as he filled me with all of his length. A slow smile burned across his face, as if he knew what he was doing to me.
He looked down between us, silently watching himself pull out of me and enter me again.
It was too much.
“Oh God,” I whimpered.
His eyes were back on me. His strokes were slow and maddening.
I palmed at his handsome face, wanting to kiss him, wanting to get lost in his mouth, but resisting the urge.
There was nothing more personal than full-on sex like what we were doing, but I didn’t want to kiss him. Didn’t want to give in completely to the passion of our tryst.
A kiss wouldn’t have happened anyway. Not with my senses slipping from my grasp as he took me deeper and deeper.
And then, as if he missed the taste, he pulled out of me, leaning down for another lick between my thighs, teetering me closer to the brink.
“Keith,” I moaned his name. A whiny plea to let me have it. To give me my orgasm. To let me come.
He entered me again with renewed focus, his hardness consuming me to where he was all I could think about. Him and his mean strokes, owning me.
His sex was selfish, but pleasurable. He was taking what he wanted, but giving me what I needed.
He fucked me until I was numb. Until I couldn’t see straight. Until I lost consciousness.