Chapter 12
TWELVE
Kyle
I had no intention of coming here tonight.
In fact, I got in my truck and started driving home.
And, as I was driving, I just couldn’t get Zara out of my head.
It doesn’t even make sense why I am so infatuated with her.
She looks nothing like someone I’d be interested in, and I usually go for the looks because, who cares about the brains if they suck in the sack.
Or, worse yet, if they don’t know how to suck.
That internal comment sounds immature even to my own ears. I guess I never really grew up, and my parents never cared how I acted as long as I didn’t get in trouble with the law. My mother found my immaturity adorable, and she still treats me like I’m ten.
Despite all that, plus the large amount of money I accumulated once Alex’s company took off, I did work for a living.
I also lived a pretty frugal existence. The house I reside in is property I own, but nothing special.
It has two bedrooms and a bath and a half, kitchen and living room.
It gives me enough space to set up all my work equipment while also having room to entertain.
I could tell from the look on Zara’s face that she didn’t think that I do much with my life. It bothered me more than expected. In theory, I shouldn’t have cared at all. But I did.
That’s how I found myself pulling into the parking lot at a McDonald’s where, for the heck of it, I did a search of the phone number she’d given me earlier. Finding her home address was almost too easy.
I didn’t question myself at all as I turned around and headed to her place. I got there in thirty-five minutes during which I made no plan of what I would say to her once there.
Now, I am staring into her eyes that are even more beautiful to me now than they were earlier, spitting out all sorts of cliché nonsense about how I am about to remind her of our first kiss.
“You are beautiful,” I whisper to her. “And I love kissing you.”
Zara stares at me like I hung the moon, a bizarre connection forming between the two of us. She licks her lips in anticipation, waiting for me to do what I just said.
The pressure is suddenly too much, and I worry that I bit more than I could chew. But there’s no way I am going back. I’ve kissed plenty of lips in my lifetime, and blowing Zara’s mind should not be a problem.
As I continue caressing her face, my thumbs running up and down her face, I lean down and finally press my mouth to hers. She opens up to me, this time ready for it, unlike the first time we kissed at the restaurant.
I don’t let go of her head as I deepen the kiss, coaxing her tongue into my mouth, sucking on it gently.
This time seems to be going a lot better than before. She is not as stiff or awkward. In fact, she falls into me, hands now clenched in my shirt on each side of my waist.
I pull back a little when we both seem to be out of breath and in need of some air. But that’s knocked from out of me when I see the look on Zara’s face. She is not ready to put a stop to what we’re doing.
“I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” she murmurs, her chest raising and falling . “But if you don’t kiss me some more, I might die.”
That is all I need to hear. With a better grip on her face, I start walking her back, blindingly looking for a surface I could push her against. I let out a sigh of relief when her back finally comes into contact with a wall, then, without hesitation, I start kissing her again.
There is such a strange feeling as I kiss her.
It makes me feel young and inexperienced.
And while I am not exactly old, considering I’m not even thirty yet, I have plenty of experience.
But this kiss with Zara is different. I love the way she sighs into my mouth every so often, or the tentative way she pushes her sweet tongue into my mouth, the way she nibbles at my bottom lip.
I am so into my own head, I almost miss her pushing at my chest.
“Oh God, please don’t tell me you want me to stop,” I beg her.
“Not stopping.” She sounds breathless when she speaks.
As soon as I take a couple of steps back, she jumps up in my arms and wraps her legs around my waist, just like I was praying for back in the parking lot of the restaurant. With her arms wrapped around my neck, she brings her face closer to mine.
“Kiss me like that again.”
I moan and smash my lips onto hers at the same time that her back hits the wall behind.
We go wild at each other’s mouths, with Zara kissing me back with the same passion that I give her.
Feeling like we are on the same page here, I sneak a hand under her flannel top in search for her skin.
It doesn’t disappoint when I finally make contact, although the waistband of the matching flannel pants is a lot higher than expected.
I have to say that I’ve never had sex with a girl who wore flannel pajamas around me.
It was either the sexiest lace or nothing.
The way she jumps as I skim my fingers up her side would make me chuckle, but the intensity of my passion for her supersedes everything else. Her skin is so incredibly soft, and all I can think of is that I can’t wait to feel her sliding down my naked body.
She drops her head back when I let go of her mouth, hitting the wall behind with a thud.
I nip and lick down the elegant column of her neck, giving more attention to the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
Zara sighs in pleasure, small bumps raising on her skin as she moves her head to the side to give me more access.
With her pushed up against the wall, I continue placing wet kisses on her upper chest as far down as the flannel top will allow me. My fingers look for the large buttons so that I could take it off her already. This has gone long enough.
Despite the buttons being so large, I get stuck at the very first one. I just can’t push it through the hole, like my fingers are made of cotton. My patience has reached level zero, with my brain focused only on seeing Zara naked.
I grab the collar on each side of the top and pull hard. Three buttons fly somewhere into the room, the sound of them hitting the hardwood floor echoing through our labor breaths.
“What are you doing?”
Zara’s eyes are wide in shock, but she doesn’t stop me when I look up at her, my lips poised right above the swelling of her breasts.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, just in case. The lack of oxygen to the brain might kill me, but I would stop if she asked me to.
She continues staring at me, breathing hard and like she’s either about to run off never to be seen again, or… fuck me until we can’t function anymore.
“I will die if you stop what you’re doing, Kyle.”
“You won’t regret it,” I whisper just before dropping my mouth back to her skin. The tops of her breasts pop up in the sexiest way, and my mouth waters just at the thought of seeing all of her.
Pushing her higher against the wall, I pull down on the pajama top and her bare breasts finally pop up.
For a split second, I freeze as I stare at them.
They are absolutely perfect, round and full, but not too big, with the most perfect little pink nipples.
They move up and down with her breathing, and I swear I can hear angels sing.
I drop my head, my mouth automatically latching onto one of her nipples while my hands are kneading at her ass. The tiny pebble melts onto my tongue, making me crave for more, so much more.
Since her legs are safely wrapped around my waist and she is pushed against the wall, I let go of her ass so that I can put my hands on other parts of her body. Zara digs her hands into my hair, holding my head where she wants it. Fortunately, that’s where I want it as well.
With my focus solely on making her feel good, I suck on one nipple, then the other, pressing it with my tongue against the roof of my mouth, applying as much pressure as I think she can handle it. The more she pulls onto my hair, the harder I suck.
“This feels so good,” she mumbles from somewhere above my head. “Please don’t stop,” she begs.
If I wanted to stop right now, someone should get my head examined. That would be the first sign to know that something is wrong in my head.
Breathing like I am about to pass out from my lungs collapsing, I rip my mouth away from Zara’s breasts and straighten my legs, my arms automatically wrapping around her upper body so that she doesn’t fall.
Zara is breathing just as heavy as me, her eyes wide in wonder, and like she can’t understand why I stopped. Or why I’m here.
Turning around, I start walking toward the couch I spotted when I first walked inside her apartment.
I debate for a second if I should place her on her back, then get back to kissing her as I lay on top of her.
But I like the idea of her being on top of me better, so I sit and get her comfortable, with her knees on each side of my hips.
When she drops her ass in my lap, I see stars, and not of the pleasure kind variety.
“Are you okay?” The concern is obvious in her voice as I stare back completely cross eyed.
“Give me a sec.”
I sound like I might pass out, but when Zara tries to get off my lap, I slap my hands on both her hips.
“Don’t move,” I beg. “It’s getting a little better.”
She huffs. “What is? You better start talking, or else.”
I have a witty comeback to that, but I need to focus on my recovery, so I can’t answer. I take a few deep breaths in and concentrating on letting it all out.
“Okay, I am better now,” I say once I’m sure that all my body parts are functioning as they should.
Unfortunately, by now, Zara has become too self-conscious of our positions.
She has her top closed, and I can’t see her naked flesh anymore.
She makes a few attempts of getting off my lap without using her hands since she’s worried about her pajama top revealing too much.
Not sure why since I’ve already seen all that already. And now I need to see more.
“This is such a bad idea,” she murmurs. “I don’t know how this happened.”
I stare at her, wondering how honest I should be with her, then decide that she would appreciate me telling her the truth instead of coming up with a random story.
“My balls were in a weird position in my jeans,” I blurt out.
That seems to get her attention. “What?”
“When I sat down,” I explain, “then I pulled you down on my lap…” I want to make sure I take all responsibility for this mess because she’s too skittish.
“And when your amazing ass…” I make sure to slide my hands over the full globes.
“When it landed on my balls, well, it hurt like a bitch, not gonna lie.”
I try to laugh it off, but Zara is not laughing. In fact, she looks concerned and ready to get off me. Problem is, I want to get her off. In the worst way.
“I’m sorry for ruining the moment.”
I yank her forward and she falls against my chest.
“My balls are now situated and comfortable.”
Her mouth moves a little, like she’s trying to hold back a smile, or, dare I say, even laughter.
“I’m ready for us to continue what we started.”
She brings a trembling hand to her lips, pressing her fingers on them while her eyes look impossibly wide.
“I want you to kiss me again.”
The tone of her voice implies that she can’t believe she said that. But I don’t let her think it through. Instead, I bring my mouth back to hers, and we start again from where we left off.
This time, it feels more intense somehow, probably because we both know where it’s going. There is no hesitation on either side.
I love this side of her, which is a total contradiction to what she presented during our dinner. But I had a feeling there was this wild side to her. All the good girls have a wild side.
Confident that she won’t be going anywhere, I continue kissing her while my hands are massaging her breasts, with special attention given to her small nipples. Every time I squeeze them a little tighter, she rocks her hips into me a little harder.
My cock is about to burst out of my jeans, and I’d give anything for her to take the initiative and lower my zipper. Instead, she wiggles around until she seems to have found the spot that works for her.
“Yeah, baby,” I murmur when I pull my lips away so we can breathe.
I don’t give her a lot of time to think about this as I drop my mouth to her chest and lick, then continue to the tops of her mounds until I am finally back to sucking on one nipple while my fingers are playing with the other.
Zara drops her head back, pushing her chest more into my mouth, urging me on, while her hips are moving faster. There is so much pressure in my jeans, I would hate to waste it by not coming inside of her.
With that thought in mind, I try to slide one hand down to my pocket so that I could pull out the condom I have stashed in there. I push my hips up for easier access, but that only sees to give Zara the angle she is desperately looking for.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” she mumbles, like in a daze. “It feels so good… Why does it feel this good?”
I am both mesmerized and confused by the expression on her face combined with the question she managed to get out.
All I can think of is that no one has made her come this way.
Even so, she definitely knows what she’s doing.
Her hips move faster and faster, getting more traction with the material of her flannel pants, assuming she has no underwear on.
I don’t know, I haven’t made it as far as sticking my hands down her pants.
“Yes!”
I’m pretty sure her neighbors are aware of what we’re doing, but there’s no way I will stop her, especially when she places her hands back on my knees and continues grinding herself on me, shirt open and tits bouncing as she moves.
I recognize the instant that she comes, my hips now in sync with hers. I want to let go alongside her so badly, I think I will die, but I want it to be while I fuck her. I want her to come again directly on my cock.
Without further ado, I drop her abruptly onto her back and finally get the condom out of the pocket. My hands are shaking in anticipation, to the point where I am having a hard time unzipping my jeans.
“W-what are you doing?”
My eyes are unfocused when I glance at her face.
“My turn, babe.”
I am finally done with the zipper, and I pull my jeans and underwear down, my cock finally free.
“This time, we’re coming together.”