Chapter 28
LUC
The parking spot in front of my place was available when we returned. While I enjoyed being in control, I had no patience in hunting for a parking spot in Boston. I doubted I would ever get used to it.
The brief taste of Kylie that I had cleaned off my fingers almost got me to break my role and take her against the wall the second I opened my front door. This woman tested me in every way.
“Upstairs now. Clothes off and wait for me.”
I pushed my carry-on toward the laundry room, stalked into the kitchen, and grabbed two glasses of water. Kylie’s lack of movement caused me to look back at her.
“Yes?”
“Where should I wait for you?”
Her chest heaved either from nerves or excitement. I hoped it was a bit of both.
“Bedroom.”
As much as I wanted her in the playroom, what I had planned would be better executed in the bedroom.
I turned away from her, doing my best to hide my response. When Liam wrapped himself around my legs, I paused to pick him up and read the note Denise left behind.
“You little shit. You showed the nice old lady the playroom.” Liam growled in response, and I swore it was revenge. Never trust a cat.
Kylie had more than enough time to undress, but instead of relieving her, I started a load of laundry and took my time heading upstairs.
I stopped in the playroom, looked around, assured that there had been no evidence other than the “skis,” and selected a large wand-shaped vibrator from my collection hidden in the drawer.
Kylie had stripped bare and waited for me on her knees on the floor next to the bed.
“Oh baby, you look so pretty waiting for me.”
A flush spread across her fair-skinned breasts and her nipples puckered in front of my eyes. Her eyes never drifted from the floor in front of her.
Strolling past her, I set the vibrator on the bed and the water on the bedside table before making my way to my closet. I heard a sharp intake of her breath as she fought to stay in place. My pants and shirt fell to the floor, with my briefs ending up on top of the pile.
As I approached her, Kylie’s eyes lifted from the floor, wide and almost innocent. Her anticipation sent her almost to her breaking point.
“Lay across the bed, your head on the side edge.”
Kylie darted over to the bed, following my direction as I appraised her toned body.
She might not play soccer anymore, but her muscular, athletic build would win a competition.
I loved the strength she conveyed in her compact body; I loved it even more when those muscles went slack and she let herself go.
“Spread your legs and pick up the vibrator.”
She picked it up, inspecting it for the power switch, and almost dropped it when it came to life in her hands. Her head hung off the edge of the bed, and she held the powerful wand and waited for instructions.
“Use it. Let me see how you would use it if you were alone.”
Her eyes went wide, her hesitation clear.
“I don’t own a vibrator, and I don’t use one when I am alone.”
“How do you touch yourself?” I asked, needing to see what she did alone before I took over with demands. Kylie wasn’t shy around me, so her hesitation made me think she didn’t touch herself often.
“I don’t, really. I try, but it does nothing for me.”
I approached the bed, her eyes darted to my hard cock as I took the vibrator from her hand. I placed the vibrator against her neck, allowing her to get accustomed to the sensation before rolling it down her body. She jumped when it made contact with her nipple, letting out a breathy moan.
Her face rolled toward my cock, her tongue darting out and brushing against the tip and I backed up, removing it from her reach.
When the vibrator touched her clit, her back arched, and she cried out. She ground her hips against the vibrator, and I placed one hand on it, holding it only until she took over.
“Use your other hand, baby, two fingers, bury them in your pussy.”
Her hand shook as she moved it down her body, pausing several times along the way. She bent at the knees, pressing her heels into the bed, and tipped her hips so her short arms could reach. I heard how wet her pussy was as her fingers slipped easily inside.
Kylie’s eyes rolled back into her head, and her eyes squeezed closed.
“Open your eyes.”
Her eyes opened, stunned, as she watched me fist my cock. Her mouth gaped open, breath coming out in sharp pants as she rode her fingers.
“Please.” Her plea was barely more than a whisper.
“Please, what?”
“Fuck my mouth.”
Jesus. It took every bit of restraint to keep my distance.
“Earn it, baby.”
“H-how?”
“Make yourself come for me.”
Once again, her eyes rolled back, and her head flopped to the side of the bed. Fuck me. Her head was in position, and I could easily fuck her throat. And my girl took me so well.
Kylie’s legs shook, her tell, and I squeezed the head of my cock, doing everything I could to keep from following her over the edge.
I fucking loved the sound of her orgasm and the way she chanted my fucking name when she came.
She dropped the vibrator on the bed. Her legs flopped open—boneless and satisfied.
“No, Ky. You’re not one and done.”
I picked up the vibrator and held it to her sensitive clit with one hand and fed my cock down her throat with the other.
I groaned as I felt her throat open for me.
Fuck, where did she learn this? Kylie could barely figure out how to touch herself, but she took my cock, swallowed it down her throat, and gave me the best head I’d ever had.
Her moans vibrated against my cock as I thrust into her mouth. And then her hands returned to her pussy, not because I asked her to, but because she fucking needed it.
As she came, she swallowed the head of my cock, and I almost shot my load down her throat right then and there.
“Where do you want my cum, baby?”
Her eyes met mine, and her hands moved to her tits, pointing to them. Two more thrusts and I pulled out, fists pumping a couple more times as thick ropes of cum landed on her tits. She used her fingers to smear my cum across her chest just before she dipped her fingers in her mouth for a taste.
I turned off the vibrator and flopped down on the bed next to her.
“Kylie?”
“Yeah?”
“Where did you learn that?”
“Reddit.”
The laughter burst out of me. “No fucking way.”
“After realizing that my reaction during sex was a turnoff, I figured I would need to bring some, uh, skills to the table. It’s amazing how much information is available for training your gag reflex.”
I could only imagine what else she’d learned on the Reddit NSFW threads.
“Come on, let’s clean up.”
I dragged Kylie into the shower, and she wrapped her hair in a towel before getting in.
“Wet hair bothers me before bed.”
I nodded, disappointed that I couldn’t wash her hair, but understanding. When we finished showering, I wrapped her up in a bath sheet, pulling her in for a hug. Everything about her triggered emotions I thought were long dead.