Chapter 10
Jack
I had been having the best fucking dream, sliding my cock deep inside Kennedy’s sweet pussy... firm pressure wrapping around me as I moved in and out of her.
A ticklish sensation had pulled me from the dream. I blinked the sleep away and looked down my body in time to see Kennedy pressing a kiss on my hip bone. Her slender fingers were wrapped around my erection as she gave it a gentle tug, reached the tip, squeezed, and moved down toward the base.
“Kennedy,” I groaned, my balls drawing up at the delicious sight.
Lifting her head, she flashed me a smile. “Have a good nap?”
I chuckled. “It was good, I guess...”
The vixen raised a brow just before her tongue flicked onto the crown of my dick. My back bowed as a growl vibrated within my chest. “Fuck!”
“Is this better than the nap?” she teased.
Clearing my throat, I nodded. “Maybe? I think I need—”
I nearly swallowed my tongue when her warm mouth sucked me in deeply. One hand on the base of my dick moved with her mouth as she proceeded to give me the best fucking blow job I’d ever received. It could have been her skill, but something told me it was the woman herself.
She kept me guessing with gentle licks, the perfect suction, and the occasional bump against the back of her throat. The pressure in my balls built, and I knew I’d need to stop her before I blew down her beautiful throat.
“Wait, baby,” I said, sliding my fingers into the hair at her temples and pulling her up.
Kennedy’s eyes, glazed with desire, met mine. “Did I do something wrong?”
I drew her up my body so I could capture her pouty mouth in a kiss. “God no, but I couldn’t take more without cumming.” I flipped us over and leaned on an elbow as I looked down at her.
She rolled her eyes. “That was kinda the point.”
With a chuckle, I brushed my lips to hers before I tugged off her bottoms. “I’m not cumming until after you do, princess.
” I moved her closer to the headboard, set her legs over my shoulders, and ran my nose up the crease of her leg.
Kennedy shuddered under me and let out a squeal of surprise when I rolled us so she was straddling my face.
“Oh,” she said on a heavy breath, her hands bracing her weight as she adjusted to the new position.
“I wonder how many times I can make you cum?”
I didn’t wait for a reaction before sliding my tongue through her folds and moaning at her exquisite sweetness. I gripped her thighs and pressed her to me, spearing my tongue in and out of her even as she sat up.
“Oh, fuckity fuck.” Kennedy groaned and pulled her shirt off.
Momentarily distracted by the sight above me, I found her clit. Sucking and licking it with firm pressure, I watched Kennedy’s hands move to her breasts. She squeezed them and rolled her nipples between two fingers as her hips found a rhythm.
Having her fuck my face while giving me the sexiest show had my cock dripping precum on my stomach.
It didn’t take long for her to find pleasure at my mouth.
Her head fell back, her lips parting as she moaned deep in her throat.
A beautiful blush blossomed along the skin of her chest as she sucked in lungsful of breaths.
True to my word, I ate her like a man starving for a meal, needing her to come apart again. I slid a hand up and grabbed her full breast. She cupped my hand as I tweaked and played with her nipple.
Pushing past the exhaustion creeping into my jaw muscles, I said, “Cum for me, baby.” I sucked her clit into my mouth before diving back into the sweet pussy I couldn’t wait to fuck.
Within thirty seconds, her thighs shook as she came once more.
I lapped at her folds until the tremors subsided before flipping her onto her back.
She tossed one arm across her face, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. I left a trail of kisses up her belly to the valley between her breasts. Sliding two fingers into her wet pussy, I curled them in search of her sweet spot.
Kennedy shook her head even as her legs opened for me. “I-I don’t think I can—”
I sucked one nipple into my mouth and gave it a gentle bite before releasing it with a pop. “Can’t never tried.”
She lowered her arm and glared at me. It didn’t last long, as her eyes rolled back the moment I found her bundle of nerves.
Her answering moan was deep. Lowering my palm, I pressed the heel of my hand to her clit and kissed the skin along her chest up to her neck, her fingers finding their way into my hair.
Kennedy was incredible when fully dressed, but aroused to the point of madness made her look like a fucking goddess. She glowed as she gave her body to me without hesitation. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of seeing her like this.
She pulled my mouth to hers seconds before her back bowed with another orgasm. Her muscles tightened around my fingers, making it almost impossible to continue the fingerfuck I was giving her.
Leaning on my free elbow, I gently stroked her as her body relaxed. “How’s your headache now?”
A lazy smile lifted her lips, and her eyelids fluttered open. “Never better.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean.
“Give me a second and I’ll return the favor,” she muttered.
My heavy cock was pressed against her, and as much as I wanted to be buried inside her, I would wait. “Rest, baby.” Lying on my back, I tucked her against my side and ignored the angry appendage begging for release.
Kennedy fell back asleep within seconds, only confirming how badly she needed the sleep. I lay awake for a bit longer until her soft breaths drew me back under.
Unaccustomed to so many naps, I woke up after thirty minutes.
Kennedy had draped a leg over my hip, her arm wrapped around my waist. I grinned and kissed her hair.
Peeking at my watch, I noted the time. I hated to wake her, and if we didn’t have dinner plans with the family, I’d let her sleep until my arm fell asleep and died.
I brushed the hair off the side of her face and cupped her jaw. “Kennedy, baby? You gotta wake up.”
“Mmm... Five more minutes,” she murmured before her hand began wandering along my body.
I bit my lip, enjoying the sweet torture. “I’ll give you two more minutes.”
“M’kay...” she muttered with a soft smile.
When her hand found my slowly hardening dick, I hissed. “As nice as that is, we can’t.”
Kennedy’s eyes met mine as she pouted. “You’re no fun.”
Chuckling, I removed her hand and propped myself on one elbow so I could look down at her. “For one,” I said as I pulled her lower lip free. “We need to get ready for dinner, and second, and probably the most important part, I don’t have a condom with me.”
She sighed heavily. “Shit, neither do I.”
“I doubt you want me to go asking Harrison for one.”
Kennedy sat up quickly, narrowly missing clipping me in the jaw with her head. “No!”
Her swaying breasts drew my attention, and I groaned. “I better go get dressed before I make stupid decisions.”
Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Being responsible is overrated.”
I laughed as I pinched her chin between two fingers. “Agreed,” I said and kissed her softly. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
Peeking out of her room, I hoped to not come across anyone. My dick was rather noticeable in my shorts, and I didn’t want to add to the awkwardness between Harrison and me. Finding no one, I exhaled a breath I’d been holding and hurried to my room.
After closing the door, I leaned against it and let my chin drop to my chest. “I need to find condoms.”
After a moment, I looked up and spotted the red cashmere sweater and black slacks I’d brought laid out on the bed from before my shower. Thankfully Harrison had given me a heads-up about the Christmas Eve tradition of dinner at the lodge, so I’d brought clothes for the outing.
A part of me wanted to shower and get ready, but another wasn’t ready to wash her scent off.
I hadn’t even been inside of her, but she was all around me.
Feeling a twitch in my dick, I knew I had to push aside the memories.
There was no way I’d be able to be dressed and composed in time to leave if I let my thoughts drift to any kind of sexy times with Kennedy.
Dropping my shorts, I kicked them off and set them aside. I padded to my suitcase and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and socks. Within five minutes, I was dressed and heading back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
Turning my head left to right, I confirmed I looked presentable and headed out. In the hall, I bumped into Harrison, who’d changed into a black suit, white dress shirt, and a festive tie knotted around his neck.
“Oh good, you’re ready! I was worried—never mind. Do you know if Kennedy’s ready? Gran is adamant we leave soon.”
As if she’d been summoned, the bedroom door opened, and a sleepy-faced Kennedy appeared.
Her dark locks had been pulled up into a bun at the top of her head, a few wisps of hair framing her beautiful face.
A long-sleeved, silver dress caressed her body, the cleavage of the gorgeous breasts I’d been caressing merely an hour ago on display with the deep V neckline.
My mouth flooded with the desire to trace a path up the center with my tongue.
“You look like shit. Are you okay?”
My hand flew out as I smacked Harrison on the back of his head. “Harrison!”
Kennedy’s face fell, insecurity replacing her sleepy expression. “Oh, maybe I should—”
“I didn’t mean it that way. Yes, you look nice—”
I closed the distance between us, cupped the back of her neck, and drew her against me. I ignored Harrison and lowered my mouth to her red-stained lips. Keeping it chaste, so as to not ruin her makeup, I drew back and looked into her eyes. “You look stunning.”
Her eyes lit up, but I could still see her insecurity. “Thanks, you look nice too.”
“We’re going to be late!” Gran called from downstairs.
I took Kennedy’s hand in mine and led the way to the stairs. She moved down each step with grace and practice that surprised me in her three-inch heels.
“Wow, don’t y’all look nice!” Gran said as we reached the last step.
At the bottom, I gave Kennedy a little spin and was rewarded with a giggle. “She’s stunning, isn’t she?”
“That she is,” Gran said, hearts in her eyes. The woman absolutely adored her grandbabies.
I kissed her cheek. “She clearly got her genes from you.”
Gran fluttered at the comment as I heard Harrison join us.
“This one did not,” I said, pointing a thumb at my friend.
“Gran, can you believe Happy said I looked like shit?” Kennedy asked, one perfect brow arched.
“Harrison Maxwell Baker! You did not tell your sister that!”
Harrison groaned. “Oh, come on, that’s not how I meant it. She just looked tired!”
“It’s no wonder you’re still single,” Gran huffed as she opened the front closet. Taking the jacket from her hands, I helped her into it.
“Kennedy’s also single...” Harrison whined.
My gaze flicked to Kennedy’s, but neither of us spoke.
No promises had been made, but things were progressing incredibly fast between the two of us.
When I took a moment to think about it, I realized it didn’t scare me in the slightest. I wasn’t sure what it was about her, but I was ready to jump in without looking if she was.
“My sweet, sweet boy, if you think she’s single, I’m Mother Theresa. Lord knows I don’t rank up after all those wild years dancing burlesque, then there was the tryst with the married man, and oh, the cowboys I rode.” She giggled as we stared open-mouthed at her retreating back.