Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
kane
Novocaine – The Band CAMINO
The first thing to wake me is a warm body plastered to the front of me.
The smooth skin of her legs is thrown over mine, her head resting against my chest. I give myself a second to stare at her face and count the freckles.
Relief flows through me when the same number I counted last night stares back at me.
I take in the softness of her features, the lashes fanned across her cheeks, and the small nose above her plump, thick lips.
“I can feel you staring, you know,” she says with a smile, not opening her eyes before she buries her face deeper into my chest. I pull her closer, hoping to meld our bodies together so she can never leave me again, when I feel her fingernails trail down my stomach.
The path her fingers take tickles before she slips her hand down the front of my boxers, gripping my already throbbing cock.
“Pretty girl…” I warn as she starts stroking me, a slight tease to her movements, her hold lazy and exploring. I look at her face to see her staring up at me with innocent eyes.
“What?” she asks, faux innocence plastered on her face.
“You know what,” I hiss as she grips me harder and starts pumping.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asks, suddenly serious, stilling her movements.
“I know you wanted to go slow, but I want you, Kane. No, I need you. Waking up to you again is every dream I have had these past ninety-six days come true. I need to know you’re really mine.
” She leans up and looks into my eyes as hers fill with tears.
Her hand slips out of my boxers as I flip over and cage her between my arms, staring down into those gorgeous blue eyes.
“Pretty girl, don’t you know by now there’s not a single thing I won’t give you? If you want me right now, I’m yours, irrevocably,” I reply. I brush a feather-light kiss over her lips before kissing her harder, the feel of her mouth against mine making me groan. The softness of her is a dream.
“I want to taste you,” she groans against my mouth. “I’m so fucking hungry, Kane. Let me.”
My blood heats with her words as I sit up and pull her with me. I lie down and let her climb over me. She straddles me and kisses me, my tongue immediately diving into her mouth. The sweep of her tongue undoes me, my cock so hard it’s almost painful.
I dive my hands into her hair and pull her flush against me, kissing without stopping until I can no longer breathe. The outside world is all but forgotten as I swallow all the moans that make their way up her throat.
She pulls back and smirks at me as she makes her way down my body, leaving kisses in her wake. Her tongue drives me crazy as it trails down my neck to my abs, almost too much on my overheated skin.
She makes it to my boxers, hooking both fingers in the band and dragging them down as I lift up to help her.
She takes off her shirt, letting her breasts hang down in front of her, and I attempt to sit up, my mouth watering at the sight, but she pushes me back down.
I obey, willingly her prisoner in this moment.
She grips my thick cock with one hand and strokes me up and down while holding eye contact with me.
The most erotic fantasy from my dreams stares back at me as she lowers her head and takes me in as deep as she can.
My vision blacks out when I hit the back of her throat, and I throw myself back onto the bed, trying to keep from blowing in her mouth at the first feel of her wet fucking mouth wrapped around me after so long.
“Fuck, pretty girl, are you trying to kill me?” I groan as I grasp her hair in one hand and pull it slightly, the tension giving me something to hold on to so I don’t embarrass myself.
She groans around my dick as she sucks, her cheeks hollowing. I see stars, so close to combusting I feel it radiating up my spine, her wicked mouth doing too much to my brain after so long. She sucks like she was born to do it, all wet lips and tight grip sending me into another orbit.
She pulls back and smirks as if she knows how quickly she’s undoing me.
I sit up so fast and haul her back with me, flipping us over and pinning her underneath me before she knows what happened.
I steal her next words with a bruising kiss, the taste of me on her driving me further as I slide her underwear down.
I find the bundle of nerves in front of her slit and circle it, her pussy impossibly wet as I stroke her and slide two fingers in. She clamps down on me, the feeling going straight to my cock. I chase her tongue with my own, unable to stop, knowing I need her lips more than my next breath.
I reluctantly pull apart as I continue to plunge my fingers in and out of her. I sit up and stare at her as she closes her eyes, the tension coiling tighter across her features. The only sounds in the room come from her dripping pussy as she takes my fingers like she was made for it.
“Uh-uh, pretty girl, I want you to look at me while you come so you know you belong to me. All of your orgasms are mine, do you hear me?” I rasp, and she opens her eyes again on a gasp, her orgasm so close as I curl my fingers up and rub that spot inside her.
I watch as her eyes roll back and a scream works its way up her throat. I lean over and swallow it up, continuing my assault as she comes down from her orgasm.
I slowly remove my fingers, now covered in her release, and lick them clean while staring straight into her eyes.
“Fuck,” she rasps, breathless.
“Mmm,” I moan, pull ingmy fingers free and giving myself a few strokes. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”
“How do you want me?” she asks as she stares at my dick like it’s a four-course meal.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t tell you all the ways I want you, but right now I want you just like this.
Eyes locked on me as I watch you come for me again.
This time around my cock,” I demand. I line myself up with her entrance, dragging the tip up and down along her slit, pushing in just slightly and pulling back out, teasing us both.
“Fuck me, Kane. Please. I need to feel you. I need you to fill me up,” she begs.
“Condom?” I ask, then curse under my breath. “I should’ve asked yesterday. Fuck, I’m such an idiot.” Shame washes through me at how careless I was.
“Do we need a condom?” she asks, unsure. “I’m still on birth control, and I haven’t been with anyone since…” She trails off, a look of unease on her face.
“Fuck, pretty girl, I haven’t even thought of anyone but you since I was eighteen years old. There’s not a single other woman who has touched me since,” I answer her unspoken question.
“Then fuck me raw, Kane. Please. I need to feel you.” She grabs my dick and places it at her entrance. “I want all of you.”
I answer her as I slam home. The feeling of her tight heat sends shivers up my spine.
I stay still, letting her adjust around me.
Even after having sex last night at the bar, I know I’m big.
I savor the feel of her wrapped around me.
Her pussy grips me impossibly tight, like a vise.
Her wet walls cling to me, making me want nothing more than to come right here and now and fill her up.
“Move, Kane, please,” she whines, so I give it to her.
I pull out slowly at first, then slam home again, my pace punishing as I fuck her. I feel her pussy clamp down on me, squeezing me to death every time I hit that spot inside her. I grip her throat with my hand and fuck her with abandon.
The only sounds filling the room are the headboard slamming into the wall in a rhythmic pattern and her wet fucking pussy as it takes every single thing I give it.
“Kane,” she whines as she grabs on to me, her nails clawing into my back, the marks feeling as if I earned a prize.
“That’s it, baby. I feel you tightening around my cock. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” I ask just as she shatters around me, the tightness almost making me spill inside her. I hold myself back—just barely—wanting to stay inside of her longer, unwilling to let her go yet.
I release her neck and kiss her through it, letting her use me to draw out her orgasm impossibly further.
“Fuck, I love you,” I profess into her mouth. “I love you so much.”
I pull back and fuck her in earnest, unleashing it all onto her. The sound of slapping skin fills the room, mingling with our moans. I feel her pussy tighten again.
“Again already, pretty girl?”
She nods and opens her mouth in a silent scream, coming again around my cock, and this time I let myself come with her, unable to stop it as she tightens around me and milks every single drop from me.
As I finish, I fall on top of her and rest my forehead against hers, our heavy breathing mixing. I kiss her once, then twice, unable to let her go even as I soften inside her. I kiss her one more time, then pull out.
I stare down at her as she remains unmoving with her eyes closed and fumble my way to the bathroom, dawn just breaking through the curtains and brightening the room a bit more than when we woke up. I wet a washcloth and come back to her, cleaning both of our releases from her.
Once I finish, I lie down next to her and bring her to me again. The feel of her in my arms almost undoes me more than the sex has. Her back is plastered to my front, locked into me like two puzzle pieces.
“I love you too,” she says softly, kissing my chest. “Sorry about breaking your slow rule,” she finishes on a chuckle.
I laugh along with her. “Eh, it was a stupid rule anyway.”
The alarm next to her blares, bringing me back to the moment, and I realize I have to leave soon if I want to make it to school on time this morning.
She groans and rolls over to silence it, swinging her legs around and sitting up so they dangle over the side of the bed. I get up and rest my head in my hand as I watch her. Still naked, I drink in the sight of her back, all those curves begging for me to reach out and grip them again.
“I guess we should get ready,” she suggests, getting up and walking to the bathroom.
“Or we could play hooky, stay in bed all day?” I half joke with her.
She comes around the corner with her toothbrush in her mouth and one eyebrow raised. “And here I thought you wanted to go slow?”
“I did, I just…” I trail off, getting up and standing in front of her. I take her face in my hands and kiss her forehead before she turns and spits out her toothpaste.
I open my drawer and grab some new boxers and put them on.
“I just want to get it right this time,” I finish as I watch her get dressed, leaning in the doorway and taking her in. The sight of just being in her presence, no matter what she’s doing, warms my chest.
“We will,” she reassures me, stepping into me and giving me a soft kiss.
Both of us seem unable to part longer than a few seconds now.
“We just need to talk about everything. The hard stuff, the good stuff, the in-between. We need to make sure nothing is kept from the other and try to find who we are together again.” She places her hands against my chest.
“Okay,” I agree, bringing her hand up and kissing her palm. “I can do that.”
“How are you feeling right now?” she asks, looking into my eyes.
“I feel good. Really good. I didn’t let myself imagine this too much, but now that you’re here right in front of me again, I won’t lose this second chance you’ve given me,” I answer.
“I know you won’t,” she reassures me with a soft smile, the look of adoration in her eyes aimed at me almost taking my breath away.
“I do need to go, as much as I hate it,” I start.
“I don’t have any work clothes here, and since I have to stop at home, I’m going to be late if I don’t leave now,” I finish on a kiss and let her go, putting on my now-dry clothes from yesterday, then watch as she finishes getting dressed in her Second Chances T-shirt and skintight jeans—ones all I can imagine is peeling back off of her.
“Don’t look at me like that, or neither of us will be leaving this room anytime soon,” she warns, wagging her finger at me.
I chuckle when a muffled voice yells from the next room, “For the love of God, please don’t start back up again. My vibrator is dead, and I really don’t need live-action porn at 6:45 in the morning.”
I laugh, and Avery’s face goes red as she whips open her bedroom door to reveal Morgan standing there, her hip cocked and a bright smile on her face as she stares back at the two of us.
“As happy as I am about this reunion—and trust me, I’m thrilled—can we please be PG until after 8 in the morning?” she muses.
“Sorry, Morgan,” Avery says, giggling.
I move up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and drawing her back to me until her back is flush to my chest. Morgan tracks the movement, her eyes getting bigger and her smile getting impossibly wider.
“So you’re back together? Thank goodness. I was getting exhausted trying to throw the two of you together,” Morgan comments.
“What do you mean?” Avery responds accusingly.
I imagine her eyebrow is raised as she stares down her best friend, who apparently moonlights as a secret agent trying to push us together and into the same place over the past couple months.
Several moments pop into my head that must have been orchestrated by Morgan, my head dipping in thanks to her for butting into our relationship.
“Yes, we are back together,” I answer, ignoring Avery’s question to Morgan.
Avery’s head whips back to me, an imploring look on her face as she stares at me.
“I’m going to go so you guys can talk about this, okay, love you, bye,” Morgan mutters quickly, then dashes off to her room and closes the door.
“What do you mean?” Avery asks as she turns in my arms to look at me. I hold her to me, unable to let her go.
“I mean that we’re together again. I’m yours and you’re mine. I’m not letting you go again, Avery. Don’t ask me to,” I respond, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek.
“So boyfriend and girlfriend?” she muses, those big baby blues staring up at me.
“You have always been my girlfriend, pretty girl. Even when we were apart,” I answer her.
“Okay,” she whispers, her voice small as I lean down and take her lips with mine.
“I really, really need to go. Can I see you later? I’ll cook you dinner?” I ask, our lips just a breath away from each other as I rub my hands up and down her back.
“Okay, yes, I would love to,” she answers with a smile. I pull her to me and kiss her one more time before getting lost in her and our tongues dancing together.
“Good God, please don’t make me get the squirt bottle and hose you two off,” Morgan says.
We pull back and laugh. I reluctantly let her go.
I grab my stuff and pull her back in for one more imploring kiss as Morgan throws a dish towel at my back from somewhere in the kitchen.
“I’ll be seeing you, pretty girl,” I add with a grin before I rush out the door and into my truck.