Chapter Eighteen
Will
Kennedy’s already changed out of her dress and is sitting crosslegged on her bed with her hair piled high on top of her head, wearing just my shirt and panties.
I lay beside her, head resting on my hand, propped up above my elbow.
“I like your hair like this.” I twine a finger around a lock of fallen hair near her ear.
“Stop changing the subject.” She looks down at me, looking ethereal, the light behind her creating a halo behind her head.
“It’s not a big deal. I’ll tell them about refusing to sign the draft after I get accepted somewhere for grad school. Until then, it’s not worth bringing up,” I say with a nonchalant shrug.
She looks at me like I’m full of shit–which I am.
We both know that I’ve already made up my mind.
No matter what, I know I won’t be playing in the league next year.
I don’t want to talk about that though, I want to pretend that I don’t have to have a conversation with my dad that will result in me crushing his heart.
I don’t want to think about my mom’s inevitable tears.
I want to think about Kennedy and how she people watched the event just for me, and maybe think about what that means.
“Now tell me again, and describe her in extreme detail, about who picked up the fork with her raw toes.”
She tosses her head back and laughs, making my chest feel warm and tight at the same time, before recounting her story.
I grab one of her hands in mine, playing gently with her fingers, lightly kneading the pads of her fingertips and twisting the ring on her pointer finger.
Like always, her hands are ice, and I can’t stop the image of her cold little fingers running over my knee and up my thigh until they’re wrapped around my cock.
I release her palm, allowing me to grip her waist, and maneuver her astride me. “Much better.” God, she is so fucking hot. “Now keep going. What else did you see?”
I run palms up her toned legs, stopping just below the place where my oversized shirt hits the tops of her thighs. Her face lights up, hands shooting to her mouth with a gasp. “Oh my god! I cannot believe I forgot about this. I saw a nip slip!”
I slide my hand further toward her apex until my thumb is just barely resting over her panty covered slit.
Her breath hitches. “That’s juicier than the fork toes, Kenny.
Why didn’t you lead with that?” I tease her as I tease her pussy.
I brush my thumb back and forth over the very top of her slit, where I know her clit is hiding.
“Let me guess, it was the woman with the insane fake boobs?” I ask her like I’m not rock hard under her, like I’m not teasing her clit over her panties.
I shift, hooking my pointer finger under the edge of her panties, raising my eyebrows in a silent question.
She nods her head yes before continuing.
“Yeah,” she shifts slightly, canting her hips forward, giving me better access.
“It was her.” I hum out an acknowledgment, unable to focus on anything other than where my thumb moves over her.
I push her panties to the side before settling my thumb right over her clit again, pressing and circling with featherlight pressure.
I part her lips with my thumb, coating my digit in her wetness before going back to her clit, rubbing her. “Where’s your phone?” she sighs.
“In the bathroom.” This conversation has my cock in a pavlovian choke hold. The second she asks me where my phone is, all the blood in my body rushes straight to my groin. “You watched me put it in there earlier, remember?”
She nods her head yes, “Mmmhm.”
I don’t mind assuring her–it's a heady strange delight earning her trust. She’s already gotten so much less anxious with me in a matter of weeks.
So much so that she’s grinding against my thumb and over my hard cock trapped between our bodies under my shorts.
With my other hand, I reach up and pluck at her adorned and sensitive nipples poking through my shirt she wears, smiling up at her when she closes her eyes and drops her head back.
I did not expect to like her nipple piercings as much as I do. I love that I’m the only one who has seen them. I love that her dusky pink nipples are framed with pink little gems on either side. I love how sensitive they make her.
“Does that feel good?” I ask her as she continues to move against my thumb.
She moans in response to my question, then places both hands on my chest, rolling her hips.
I’m so fucking hard, I’m leaking precum, I might actually come from dry humping, something I haven’t done since my freshmen year of high school.
“Let me touch you,” she whispers. With urgency, I push my shorts and boxers down far enough to free my aching cock.
She grips my base with her ice cold hands and light pink fingernails and I almost shoot my load from that alone.
I’m frozen in time, breath held in my lungs as she angles my cock toward her bare pussy, where I’m still holding her panties to the side.
She wiggles forward, until her slit parts on either side of my shaft and her clit is rubbing against the underside of my cock.
I let out a groan, my eyes practically rolling into the back of my head as she slides up and down my shaft, coating me in her wetness, but not taking me inside. “Do you have a condom?”
Holy fucking shit. “Yes,” I pant, clenching my eyes shut, doing everything in my power to keep myself from coming before I’m even inside her. “It's in my bag.”
She runs the blunt ends of her nails along the collar of my shirt, one finger just barely dipping underneath the hem resting along my neck, then trailing down my chest as she continues to rub herself against me. “Go get it.”
I can’t stop the small groan that slips out at her words.
She rolls off me, letting me off the bed to locate it with speed that surprises even me.
I strip myself bare with efficiency, foil packet in one hand while she’s undressing herself on the bed, tossing my shirt she was wearing and her panties over the edge and onto the floor somewhere.
I climb onto the bed, mattress dipping beneath my knees, my cock jutting out and away from my body, as if it too is straining to get closer to her.
My cock aches, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.
She nods her chin toward where my fist is wrapped around the condom wrapper, and holds out her hand causing her tits to jiggle, the round gems of her nipple piercings reflecting the light.
“You want to put the condom on me?”
She flashes me a bashful smile, “is that okay?”
“You have no idea how okay with me that is.” I toss her the foil packet and brace myself above her on my knees, my blood roaring in my ears.
She rips the corner with her teeth before wrapping her hand around my base, stroking me once before gripping me again, holding my cock steady with one hand as she rolls the condom down my length with the other, teasing my shaft with the gentle touches of her fingers.
I’m way too fucking stimulated right now at the mere thought of sinking my cock into her. I need to cool off. Gripping the base of my cock hard, stopping my impending orgasm, I bend forward, licking a stripe up her slit.
Her fingers thread into the top of my hair, tugging.
Holy fucking shit. I can’t stop myself from stroking my cock while licking and sucking her pussy.
Taking her clit into my mouth, she’s writhing and squirming beneath me, driving me fucking crazy.
“I’m close,” she whispers. So am I, I think as she’s pulling on my hair, sending zings down my back right to the tip of my dick.
She pulls my hair harder, pushing my face into her pussy.
She sucks in a shuddering breath, legs clamping around my head, letting out whiny and needy sounds as her pussy spasms, clenching on nothing.
I keep my lips wrapped around her clit, sucking, drawing out her orgasm until she loosens her grip on the back of my head.
I wrench my body back, gripping my cock at the base, hard, needing a second to get under control. Again.
I open my eyes only when I'm confident I’m not going to come from just the sight of her heavy lidded and sated before me.
“You’re sure you want this?” I ask her after I position myself at her entrance, ready to push into her wet heat. “We don’t have to.”
“Yes. I want you inside me.”
Jesus fuck. I survey her one more time, sucking each nipple into my mouth one after the other then taking her lips as I push in the first inch of my cock.
We both let out a gasp, then tilt our heads down, watching where I disappear inside her.
My eyes roll back when I bottom out, pelvis touching hers.
“You feel so fucking good. I–Holy–” She silences me by rolling her hips underneath me.
I drop down to my elbows, burying my face into the side of her neck, relishing in the feel of her heat surrounding me.
She sighs, “You’re really big,” before her nails slide over the tops of my shoulders, embracing me, and I can’t stop myself from flexing a little bit, wanting her to feel my strength.
She latches onto the top of my shoulder with her teeth and I nearly come.
“How close are you? Tell me what you need to come, please, tell me, I need to feel you coming on my cock, baby. Tell me.” I’m begging, completely shameless with how desperate I am for her, unable to string together a coherent thought that isn’t: make Kennedy come.
“My clit.”
I snake my hand between our bodies, finding her clit with my thumb, circling in the way she’s told me she likes it.
I know I find the right spot and rhythm when her pussy clenches, squeezing my cock and her breath hitches.
“I’m not going to last long.” I pump my hips once, doing everything I can to last just a little longer.
“Don’t stop, I’m so close.”
I close my eyes, focusing every ounce of will power I have on rubbing circles around her clit.
She’s clenching down on me so tight, I’m not sure I can withstand another second of it, then she gasps, hands gripping my shoulders with surprising force as her walls spasm around me.
Her orgasm rocks through her, sending me over the edge.
“I’m coming,” I grunt out, pleasure overwhelming me.
I push my cock as far into her as I can, shooting into the condom, orgasm pulsing through my entire body being dragged out by the rhythmic clenching of her walls around me, face buried into the side of her neck.
I stay like that, inside her, for a few moments catching my breath as she cards through my hair a few times, her nails sending chills down my back. “You have a magic pussy,” I say out loud because I’m an idiot.
She giggles, a surprisingly arousing sound while I’m still inside of her.
I pull out, remove the condom, knot it, and walk into her bathroom where I deposit it into the trash can.
I splash some water on my face and chest, trying to catch my breath, accepting the fact that Kennedy Brooks has me right between her teeth and I fucking like it.
And I’m starting to think I might not care who knows about it.
Venturing out of the bathroom and back to her, I’m struck with intense possessiveness when looking at her: sprawled across the bed, blankets only covering her bottom half, hair fanned out on the pillow behind her.
Anxiety pools behind my ribs as she stretches, arms over her head, chin up, looking adorable.
How am I supposed to be okay with this being casual?
I was lying to both myself and her when I thought I could keep this a secret, have some fun, and then move on like nothing ever happened.
I throw her my shirt from the floor and pull up my boxers before slipping under the covers, pulling her flush against me, her back to my front.
I breathe in the scent of her shampoo and perfume, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that I need to figure out a way to get her on the same page as me.
No matter how long it takes. This just feels so right between us.
Kennedy turns in my arms, facing me with an open and lazy grin dancing along her lips.
She drops a featherlight kiss over my sternum where a few red purple marks are located before pressing her face into my chest, looking shy and uncertain.
I tighten my arms around her, feeling her heart pounding against mine.
“That was my first time since…you know.”
I do know. That low place in my belly clenches tight with knowing. I feel like I could fight a bear right now, high off her. She continues, “Was it good for you?”
“It was good. More than good. I’ve actually never come so hard in my life.” I can see the pink of her cheeks as she hides her face against my side. “Was it good for you?”
“Yeah, it was really good for me too.”
I could actually fight a fucking bear right now or maybe lift a car off a baby, definitely PR a benchpress, I feel incredible. I roll on top of her, kissing her again, making sure she knows without a shadow of a doubt how much I enjoyed the sex and how much I enjoy her.
“And I want to take you on a date. A real one where I pick you up and take you out, during the day.”
She hides her face in the way she does when she’s feeling vulnerable or embarrassed. I vaguely recognize I find everything she does to be cute, but she’s so cute when she’s shy. “Okay,” she says.
“Okay?”
She nods. “Okay.”
Everything feels right in my chest, and I fall asleep almost immediately.