Chapter Forty-One
Kip
“I need you to do something for me.” She looks at me with those big, puppy dog eyes, and I turn to mush.
I’ll do anything for her. Anything.
She hesitates for just a moment. I think for a second that she might be in pain, and then she says, “I need you to fuck me.”
I nearly fall over backwards. Of all the things I thought she might say, this never once crossed my mind.
“Please.” Her eyes are pleading. She’s essentially begging me. What the hell is going on?
She takes the tiniest step toward. “Kip, I really need this.”
Well, I’ll tell you one thing, my dick is completely on board. Surprisingly, my brain is not.
“I know I'm asking a lot.” She places her hand on my arm. Her touch sears into my skin.
A lot? Yeah. It’s a lot.
I’m just so confused right now. And horny. Really horny.
“I don’t...” I start.
“Do we really need to talk about this? It’s pretty straight forward.” Her eyes fall to my lips. God, I want nothing more than to kiss her, to touch her, to feel her everywhere.
Maybe I’m dreaming?
“Ok, if you don’t want to, I understand.” She turns to leave. I grab her arm and pull her into the room and then kick the door closed behind me. I’m holding her bicep tightly, and I swear there is an overwhelming heat pouring off her body.
“I think we need to do some talking first,” I say. She inches herself closer to me and licks her lips. I nearly let a whimper my mouth.
“I don’t want to talk.” Her hand is on my chest now.
Her touch is lighting up my whole body. She leans in and whispers in a breathy voice, “I want you to pin me to the bed, spread my legs open, and fuck me until I can’t see straight, and then I want you to flip me over and take me from behind until I’m screaming your name, and then I want to ride you until you nearly blackout.
I want to be so sore from you tomorrow that I think of you every time I sit down. ”
Holy shit, she’s put a lot of thought into this.
“Would you like that?” Her voice is raspy. She closes the distance between us until her hips are just meeting mine. I close my eyes for a moment. God, I want to stay strong. We need to talk. We really need to talk.
“Brooklyn, we need to talk.”
She lets out a frustrated moan, and then she slides her hands up from my chest to my neck. She wraps her hand around the back of my neck. She stretches up on her tiptoes and brings her mouth close to mine. She’s just hoovering her lips over mine, not quite touching.
“I have a proposition for you.” I can feel every breath on my lips.
“What is it?” I’m not sure how my brain is still working right now.
“Give me an orgasm....no, give me two orgasms, and I’ll talk about whatever you want.”
I jerk my head back. Her fingers dig into the back of my neck just slightly. Her face is completely serious.
“Make me come twice, and I’ll talk. I promise.”
I can’t believe she’s suggested this, and I can’t believe I’m going to say yes.
She’s leaning back in like she’s going to kiss me again. “Deal?”
Of course, it’s a fucking deal. I would have said yes to anything at this point.
“Fine,” I mutter, and then I crash my mouth into hers. She immediately opens her mouth wide for me to plunge my tongue inside. She moans loudly, and her entire body softens.
When we break, she whispers in my ear. “I want you so badly.”
“I’ve noticed.” My mouth is on hers again, and we stumble toward the bed.
I slide my hands up her ribs toward her breasts. She freezes and grabs my hand. “Not there.”
She pulls my hands down and places them on her ass. Fine by me. I’m happy either way. I guess it’s the PMS. Maybe that's why she’s so horny? Is that a thing?
I move to lift up her shirt.
She stops me. “Leave it.”
She pulls down her pants instead. I’d like her to be naked, but I’m not going to argue with her.
She scoots herself back on the bed. I'm crawling toward her. I start to kiss up her leg. She leans her head back on the pillow and moans. I’m taking my time. Her whole body is trembling as I work my way up her inner thigh. There’s so much heat coming from her body right now.
I can’t wait to bury myself between her thighs.
I dream about going down on her. I jerk off to it at least once a day.
I can’t wait to taste her again. She’s mumbling all kinds of incomprehensible things.
I hold her legs apart and part her with my tongue.
As soon as I hit her clit, she nearly comes off the bed.
I dig my hands into her hips, holding her in place.
I’ve never seen a woman this swollen or wet before, and my dick could not be harder.
As I circle my tongue around her clit, I slide a finger inside her.
She’s so fucking wet and hot. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
She immediately clenches around me and surprises the hell out of me by coming.
I’ve never made a woman orgasm that quickly.
I keep eating her as she quivers and shakes beneath me.
It doesn’t end. She just keeps coming, and I’m loving every second of it.
When she finally stills, I’m surprised she’s not unconscious. What the hell was that? I pride myself in being a good lover, but I’ve never given a woman an orgasm like that before. It’s making me question all my previous experiences.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers without opening her eyes. I’m surprised she can speak much less be ready for another round.
“Kip, now!”
I’m kicking my pants off. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Just pull out.” She grabs my arms to bring me toward her.
I plunge myself into her. She’s so wet that I slide all the way in immediately. We both groan at the same time as I fill her completely.
“Oh, my fucking god,” she moans.
There’s a tiny part of my brain that’s still stuck on the condom thing, and then I remember that last time we were together, we didn’t use any protection. Only I didn’t pull out, and it was fine.
She’s rolling her hips into me, meeting my thrusts.
Wait? Was it fine?
I hadn’t thought about it until this moment.
Maybe I should have thought about it?
She’s desperately crashing into me, about to come again.
Was it fine last time?
I stop moving.
“What’s wrong?” Her eyes flash open. “Why did you stop?”
“Why is your shirt on?” I say, my voice is flat.
“What?” she blinks a few times.
“Why are you wearing a shirt right now?” I ask again. I’m still not moving. Her pussy is clenching my dick so hard that I’m having a hard time thinking straight.
“I’m cold.” She can’t look at me.
“Bullshit. Your body is on fire right now.”
Worry spreads across her face.
“Why can’t I touch your breasts?” My voice is growing angry.
“What are you talking about? Of course, you can.”
“Really, you want me to right now?” I start to move my hand.
“No,” she says quickly.
I pull out.
“PMS. Yeah right,” I mutter.
“What are you doing?” She sits up.
I point at her. “Why do you keep throwing up?”
She pulls the covers over herself. “I...I don’t know what you're talking about.”
I snatch my pants off the floor and step a foot into one of the legs. “Why can’t you be in the same room as meatballs?”
She literally gags.
“Oh, my god, did you almost throw up?” I hiss.
“Please don’t say that word.”
“What? Meatballs?” I spit.
She’s turned green. “Please stop.”
“Why did the doctor say you were fainting?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond.
I jerk my pants up. “You just suddenly decided to stop drinking alcohol? Do you think I’m stupid?”
“Of course not. Kip...”
I cut her off. “You taste different. You feel different.”
Her eyes widen.
“When were you going to tell me?” I snap.
She doesn’t answer.
“When were you fucking going to tell me, Brooklyn?”
Her eyes are a watery pool.
“Unfuckingbelievable.” I storm out of the room before she can say another word.