17. ‘K’
‘K’
Kennedy hadn't wanted me in her bed again tonight. That much was clear. But she couldn’t stop me from invading her dreams. Couldn’t stop me from watching her, either.
With a smirk curving my mouth, I leaned back against the worn cushions of my seat, listening to her breathing from the device in my hand. I tilted the screen closer and zoomed in.
There’s my girl.
She was tossed in tangled sheets, one bare leg kicked out from under the covers, her silk nightdress bunched at her hips. The faintest sheen of sweat clung to her skin, and her lips were parted.
She was having another dream. Another dark fantasy.
Her body arched ever so slightly, seeking… me.
She didn’t even know who I was. Not yet. But her subconscious did. That traitorous, delicious part of her that whispered for me in the dark. That part remembered what I’d done to her last night. What I’d made her feel. What I’d made her need .
She may have locked her doors, left the lamp on, begged for the boys with badges to stay extra close at night. But none of that mattered. I was closer than she could ever imagine. Inside her dreams. Inside her.
She shivered in her sleep, a soft moan escaping her lips. The tossing and turning continued until her right hand slipped between her legs, and another louder moan escaped.
Reaching down, I fisted my cock, already worked up from the sight of my girl touching herself over me. I didn’t dare take my eyes off her, staring at the screen as her fingers worked between her thighs, getting more frantic by the second.
Her body jolted on the bed, and she let out a moan of pure satisfaction. I bit back a groan of my own and tightened my grip on the base of my cock. I was so fucking turned on that pre-cum was already beading at the tip, even though I’d barely gotten started yet.
Kennedy’s right hand started moving in circles, fingertips rubbing her needy clit as her left hand slid further down between her legs.
Two of those fingers dived into her pussy, and this time I couldn’t stop myself from groaning.
I wanted to be right there. Wanted to feel that wetness. Wanted to inhale her sweet scent.
My fist worked furiously at my cock as I gritted my teeth, imagining I was right there with her again, pumping inside her tight, wet cunt. Stretching her walls until she whimpered with blissful satisfaction.
Christ, she was so fucking perfect. So goddamned beautiful. I needed to touch her again. Taste her.
Soon, baby.
Very fucking soon.
She cried out, thighs quaking as her fingers pumped furiously inside her pussy. Her free hand was still rubbing at her clit, and I kept working myself alongside her, matching her rapid pace and squeezing hard.
My knees started to shake, and the rest of my body went stiff, preparing for the release I was so desperate for. It would be better if I was right there inside Kennedy’s bedroom, spurting my cum all over her pretty face and bruised body, but that would have to wait.
A feral grunt tore from the back of my throat, and I leaned back, gripping my cock even harder. “My sweet girl,” I muttered through clenched teeth before finally coming hard in the palm of my hand like a fucking teenager.
Fuck. I leaned back in my seat again, exhaling deeply. I hadn’t come that hard in a long time, and judging by the whimpers and moans echoing through my phone from Kennedy’s room, she was right there with me.
I closed the security app with my free hand and tucked my phone away, the image of Kennedy’s writhing form still burning in my mind.
She could keep pretending all she wanted.
Pretending she didn’t want me.
Pretending she could keep me out.
But I never needed the door to get in… and when the time came, she’d be begging me not to leave her.