12. Kennedy
CHAPTER 12
Kennedy
Ten days. That’s how long it’s been that I’ve been going on fucking dates with River, and it’s like I’m back in high school again. Every night that we hang out, he walks me to my door and rocks me with a mind-bending kiss, even grabbing me in a way I assume he’ll lift me off my feet and take me to bed; he then pulls away and saunters off. And I know he wants more if that tent in his pants is any indication.
Tonight, I will not let this date end until I come. And it will be with River’s dick. I swear.
I put a dress on that showcases my ass and my tits, hoping that will do the trick. I don’t know what kind of willpower that man has, but it ends tonight. I am getting agitated at this point. And he’s not fooling anyone. I know what he’s doing. He’s pushing me to my limits because he must get off on that. Not today, Satan.
Just looking at River, I get hot and bothered now. I think that was his plan all along. He purposely won’t put out this fire that’s seriously consuming my body at this point.
I take one last look in the mirror when I hear the doorbell ring. I came up with a plan of my own tonight. I asked him to pick me up, with plans of heading nowhere other than the bedroom. Enough of this shit.
I walk eagerly to the front door, swinging it open with more force than anticipated. The moment my eyes land on River, I swear I’m salivating.
With the warmer weather, I can see he’s gotten a little more sun. His hair is still a little wet from his shower, and it just adds to his sex appeal. I want to move my fingers through it as he’s between my legs.
“Hey, Skipper, I think you’re drooling, sweetheart.” He chuckles, then pulls me against him.
His kiss is all-consuming, and I moan as he slides his tongue in my mouth.
I shove the door closed, and I push him against it.
“Tonight, dessert comes first,” I say, and then go back to devouring his mouth. I guess I have to take charge of this whole thing right now because he seems a little hesitant to do anything about my needs.
He pulls me away and looks at me. He’s breathing heavily, much like me, and I can see desire swimming in those hazel irises.
“Oh yeah, you’ve made the executive decision?” he taunts, and I don’t know if I want to yell at him or devour him. Probably both, if I’m being honest.
“Well, someone has to take charge,” I say, and right then, I’m flipped so that my back is against the door, and River’s gaze feels like a flame taking over every part of me he is inspecting.
“My sweet, sweet Kennedy, you should know by now I love playing games with you,” he says, and the slyness to his tone confirms my suspicions; he wanted to get me agitated and horny.
“You prick. You set me up,” I say, but there’s no malice in my tone.
“No, I just made you want this,” he says as he grabs my hand and puts it directly over the bulge that’s growing behind his zipper. “I needed to know you wanted me, and now I know.”
Cocky bastard. “Well, now I don’t know if I want you anymore.” Liar! My subconscious screams back at me.
“Oh really,” he says as he moves his hand along my neck, down my collarbone, sliding down my abdomen, then reaching down and pulling the skirt to my dress up. He slowly moves his fingers up my inner thigh until he reaches the juncture of my legs. He moves my panties to the side, then slowly moves his index finger through my folds.
“Someone is lying.” He smiles as he moves that finger along my slit and brings it back up between us, the glistening evidence of my arousal.
“I think someone needs to eat her words.” He moves his finger closer to my lips, and, on instinct, I open for him.
I don’t know why I comply. I’m usually the one commanding my partners sexually, so this is a welcome change for me. It feels like I can finally let someone else take control, and I can let go a bit.
The moment I wrap my lips around his finger, I moan, swirling my tongue and tasting my musky scent, feeling my body ignite.
“All I picture are those red lips wrapped around my cock.” He yanks his finger out of my mouth, and a pop is made from the suction I had around his finger.
He crashes his lips against mine again, this time picking me up, much like the last time we were mauling each other here, and starts carrying me to my room.
The moment we enter my bedroom, he puts me on my bed, hovering over me.
“Such a shame this gorgeous dress is going to be a waste.” His words don’t register until he’s taking the front of it and ripping the fabric in two down my chest and torso.
“That’s a brand new dress, Riv.” I try to sound angry, but there’s no bite to my words because, fuck, if this is ever the turn-on. He’s ravenous for me, and that’s making my heart pound even harder. I’m surprised he can’t hear it beneath my ribcage.
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing gentle about me in the bedroom. Get used to it.” With that, he finishes off the remainder of the dress, and I’m in nothing but my thong. His eyes flame as he sees me panting, my nipples pebbled with the air conditioning hitting my skin. He pulls his lower lip in with his teeth, and I can see he’s taking in the sight of me naked beneath him.
All I see is need in his eyes, and I wonder how we went this long, ignoring this electric current that obviously exists around us at every turn. He’s searing me with his gaze as he looks me up and down. I feel like each cell in my body is on fire, and I’m wiggling because the anticipation of what will come next is making the hairs on my body stand at attention.
“I don’t know where to start with you, Kennedy. You’re fucking perfect.” He licks his lips, looking like a man preparing for his next meal.
“Maybe start by taking your clothes off,” I say as I reach for the fabric of his shirt.
He brings his hands behind his head and pulls his shirt up and over. The movement only accentuates his muscles, and I see all that tanned skin on display.
His pants come off next, leaving him only in boxers.
“You’re almost there, just one more piece of clothing,” I taunt, moving my toes to try to pry the fabric off him.
“Ah, ah, Kennedy. Patience.” He brings his hands to my stomach and then moves his thumbs under my lace panties, grazing the skin above the spot that I know would bring some relief. He knows what I want, but he’s deliberately avoiding that one place between my legs. He holds that power, knowing all the right buttons to press along my body.
Without warning, he balls a side of my panties in his hands and pulls, ruining yet another piece of fabric on my body.
“I’d tell you I will replace them, but I have no plan of doing that. Maybe I’ll leave you without any panties so that each time you’re with me, I know I can fuck you anywhere and anytime I want.”
His dirty mouth is just fuel to this fire he’s building within me. I can’t help the way my hips move, trying to find friction, even if he’s still in his boxers. I know I’m getting my wetness on those boxers, and something about that just makes me do it more.
“But then I wouldn’t have underwear when you’re not with me.” I decide to play this little game back, hoping I’ll get a rise out of him.
A growl escapes him, and he grabs my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes. “No matter what, Kennedy, you’re mine. You hear me, baby? This body, this pussy, is mine.”
“Same goes for that dick. I’m the only one that can touch it.” I bring my hand over his erection, squeezing a bit to make my point. “And don’t think I share nicely either.”
River lets go of my hair, stands up, and reaches down into his jeans that are thrown on the ground. He pulls out a foil packet and throws it next to me on the bed. Then, he pulls down his boxers, and that’s when I finally see River, completely naked in front of me.
I gape at him as I take in his form. He is fucking hung. What. The. Actual. Fuck. I know my eyes double in size as I take in the extent of his fire hose in front of me. That will not fit comfortably. No fucking way.
“It’s going to fit, baby,” he says as if he’s reading my mind.
I lift my gaze to meet his, not quite believing his words. My mouth has gone dry.
“I wish I could promise to go slow, but I need to fuck you right now. I thought I would take my time, maybe fuck you with my tongue, then have you suck me off, but no way. I need to be inside you, right the fuck now.”
He juts his chin toward the foil packet. I’m still staring at the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. It’s long, thick and I swear it has its own zip code.
“Focus, Skipper.” He snaps my attention back to his face and points to the condom sitting on my chest.
I get to work covering him, then lie back down, waiting to see how in the world I’m going to fit that thing inside me and still walk straight tomorrow.
Instead of laying his body back on me, River rounds the bed and lies down, putting his hands behind his head, making his erection stand at attention, and it looks even bigger now.
“Let’s go, Kennedy. Sit on me and take control of how fast we go at first. Take my offer because next time, I’m not going to be so kind.” Something about his promise causes an uptick in my pulse, and I crawl over to him.
I bring my leg over, and I’m straddling him, hovering over his cock, a little scared about how this is going to feel once I start.
“Don’t worry, baby, just take it slow. You’re in charge here. Go ahead and start to sit down.” He has his hands on my hips, grabbing my ass to urge me on.
I line him up and begin to gradually move my pelvis down, his cock slowly penetrating me. The minute his mushroom head is inside me, I see him breathing through his nose. His hands remain on my hips, helping steady me.
He gets a few inches further, and I’m already feeling fuller than I’ve ever felt. The moment I’m fully seated on him, I moan, throwing my head back and pushing my chest out.
Before I start moving, I’m just letting myself adjust to his size. River sits up, bringing one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He then grazes his teeth on my nipple, and I can’t help the sounds I’m making.
“Fuck, Kennedy, you’re so fucking tight and perfect. Please, baby, move your hips for me. I need you to move.”
I bring my lips down to kiss him and slowly begin moving my hips. The feeling of fullness continues, but the way my clit is rubbing against him, my movements get faster, and soon, I’m chasing my first orgasm.
At this point, River is lying back down, and my hands are on his pecs, his hands on my hips, the sounds bouncing off the walls as our bodies move together. The way we are positioned, my clit is hitting a part of his pelvis as he moves in and out of me.
Every part of me feels like it’s been lit with a match as my climax begins to build again, and soon, I feel the explosion of a million little stars consume my sight. While I’m still coming off that high, I feel my body get moved, and I’m pulled onto my hands and knees.
In this new position, he feels even deeper. River wastes no time and starts to pound into me.
“Grab the headboard, baby. I need to fuck you harder,” I hear him say between gritted teeth. I know he’s trying to make this last longer, but it’s like he can’t hold back. This take-charge attitude he’s showing in the bedroom only adds to his appeal.
I grab onto my headboard, and he starts to lose control as he chases his own release. The slapping of skin and our moans are overwhelming my senses. My last climax has dissipated, but I feel yet another one crash through me.
Right as I’m coming down, my body exhausted from the overexertion, River’s movements only intensify as he grips my hips tighter. A guaranteed line of marks will be left behind tomorrow.
He begins yelling, “Shit, Kennedy. Oh fuck, yes, fuck,” and he pumps one final time before exploding into the condom.
I can feel the sweat dripping down my chest as his hips slow, and he brings his lips to my back, kissing up a trail until he has his lips near my ear.
“Yeah, I’ll need to eat my dinner before we have dessert again.”
He nibbles my ear and then slaps my ass before he pulls out of me, running to the bathroom to clean himself up. I’m about to get off the bed to do the same when he brings me a washcloth to clean up.
Before I get to wipe myself off, he grabs my chin and gives me another punishing kiss.
“That was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had, Kennedy. Fuck baby, I can’t wait to do that again, but next time, we’re starting with you on your knees,” he says, and a cocky smile paints his features again.
I try to hold back a smile, but I know I’m already counting the minutes until I get to see him succumbing to me as I take him in my mouth.