Chapter 1 More Honest, Not More Careful #2
“That’s it,” I said. “Ride my hand, Trouble.”
She gave me a look that should have set something on fire. “You love when I do that.”
“I love everything you do.”
“Good answer.” Her nails dragged down my shoulder. “Now put your mouth on me.”
I kissed her before I obeyed, because she tasted like morning and impatience and Kit.
Then I moved down her body, taking my time even when she muttered curses at me.
I kissed between her tits, under them, across her ribs where faint tan lines made her look even more like summer.
I took one nipple in my mouth again and sucked until her back bowed.
“Nash,” she warned.
“I’m getting there.”
“You’re taking forever.”
“You’ve waited years for me. You can handle thirty more seconds.”
Her hand tightened in my hair. “That joke expires the second you’re between my legs.”
I laughed against her thigh, then pushed her knees wider and put my mouth on her.
Kit cried out, sharp and honest, one hand fisting in the sheet and the other gripping my hair. I licked her slow from entrance to clit, tasting how wet she was, feeling the shiver run through her whole body. Then I settled where she needed me and gave her the pressure she liked.
She stopped making jokes.
That was my favorite part, sometimes. The way Kit could run her mouth until pleasure took the words apart. Her hips rocked against my tongue, asking without asking, and I answered with my mouth and fingers until she was gasping, thighs trembling beside my head.
I kept my mouth on her pussy like I had nowhere else to be, licking her clit until her legs shook, then dragging my tongue lower to taste how wet she was before coming back to the spot that made her break.
She smelled like sleep and sex and Kit, and every greedy little roll of her hips made my cock throb harder against the sheets.
“Right there,” she said. “Yes. Right there, Nash.”
I sucked her clit between my lips and pushed two fingers inside her again, curling them with each slow thrust. Her pussy clamped down around me.
The wet sound of my fingers moving in her filled the cabin under her breathing, under the distant lake noise, under the faint buzz of the phone abandoned on the floor.
Nothing outside the bed mattered.
Kit’s thighs tightened. Her hips lifted. I knew the second before she broke because her whole body went still.
Then she came with a broken cry, pussy pulsing around my fingers, clit throbbing under my tongue.
I held her open and worked her through it, licking and sucking while her hips jerked against my mouth.
She tasted like heat and salt and Kit, and I didn’t stop until her grip in my hair turned desperate and her body started trembling too hard.
When I lifted my head, she was flushed and panting, staring down at me with dazed fury.
“You’re smug,” she said.
“I earned smug.”
“You’re about to be less smug.”
She dragged me up by my shoulders and kissed me deep, tasting herself on my mouth without a second of hesitation. Then she pushed me onto my back and moved down my body.
“Kit.”
“What?” Her hand wrapped around my cock, and my hips lifted off the bed before I could stop them. “You thought I was done?”
The first slide of her fist nearly finished me. She knew that too. Her smile went wicked as she lowered her mouth and licked the head, slow, eyes on mine.
“Fuck.”
“Language, Brewster.”
“You started this.”
“I’m finishing it too.”
She took me into her mouth, hot and wet, one hand working the base while her tongue pressed along the underside. I gripped the sheet because if I grabbed her head, I was going to lose control, and I wanted this to last longer than my dignity.
Kit knew exactly how close she could take me. She sucked me deep, let me feel the tight heat of her throat, then pulled back with a slick sound and stroked me while I fought to breathe like a civilized man.
“You look wrecked,” she said.
“I am.”
“Good.” She ran her tongue around the crown, then sucked just the tip, soft and cruel. Her hand twisted on the upstroke, spreading precum over my shaft, and my thighs flexed under her. “I like you wrecked.”
“You’re going to make me come.”
“Not yet.” She kissed the head of my cock, then dragged her mouth up my stomach, my chest, my throat. “I want that inside me.”
The word that lived in my head was dirtier than the one she used. Cum. Kit wanted my cum inside her, wanted my cock buried in her, and the knowledge hit so hard I had to grab her hips before I lost the morning right there.
She climbed over me, kissing my stomach, my chest, my throat. Her wet pussy dragged over my shaft, slicking me again, and her breath shook when the head bumped her entrance without going in.
“I want you inside me,” she said.
I caught her hips. “You sure?”
Her expression softened for one second, just enough to remind me that heat never erased the truth between us. “Yes. I’m sure.”
Then the softness sharpened.
“Now stop being noble and fuck me before I make a scene.”
I rolled us again, settling between her thighs, my cock heavy and aching against her. She hooked a leg around my hip and guided me where she wanted me.
Still, I held there.
Not inside yet.
Just close enough that she felt it.
Kit’s eyes narrowed. “Nash.”
“I like when you beg.”
“I don’t beg.”
I nudged the head of my cock against her entrance, and her body betrayed her with a hard little clench. Her pussy was slick enough that I could have slid in by accident if I breathed wrong.
Her fingers dug into my back. “Please.”
That word, from her, ruined me.
I kissed her, lined myself up, and stopped waiting.
***
I pushed into Kit slowly.
Her body opened around me inch by inch, wet and hot and tight enough to make my arms lock.
Her lips parted, and the sound that came out of her was soft, almost surprised, even though we knew each other now.
Maybe that was why it hit harder. This wasn’t new.
It was better than new. It was Kit taking my cock into her body again because she wanted me there.
I buried myself all the way and held still.
Her pussy clenched around me in little pulses, like her body was trying to pull me deeper. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hands came up to my face.
“There you are,” she whispered.
“Right where I belong.”
“Move.”
I pulled back slowly, feeling every inch drag through her, then drove in deep again.
Her head tipped back. I set a steady rhythm, long strokes at first, giving us both time to feel the fit.
Kit moved under me, not passive for a second.
Her hips rose to meet mine. Her hands slid over my shoulders and down my back, urging, guiding, sometimes just holding on.
“God,” she breathed. “You feel so fucking good.”
I kissed her and kept moving. The bed creaked under us. Sunlight shifted through the blinds, painting her skin in gold and shadow. Sweat started at my spine. Kit’s body got slick beneath mine, and every thrust pushed a low sound from her throat.
I watched her because I couldn’t help it. Her mouth swollen from kissing. Her tits moving with my pace. Her eyes opening when I hit the right angle, not looking away even when pleasure tried to drag them shut.
“There,” she said. “Right there.”
I adjusted, driving into that spot again, and her nails bit into my shoulder.
“Again.”
I gave it to her.
Her pussy tightened around my cock, fluttering first, then clenching hard enough to make me curse. I kept my rhythm controlled even when my body wanted to take over. Kit’s breathing went ragged. One hand slid between us, and I caught her wrist before she could reach her clit.
“Let me.”
Her eyes flashed. “Then do it right.”
I grinned despite the pressure building in my spine. “Bossy.”
“Accurate.”
I shifted my weight and put my thumb on her clit, rubbing firm circles in time with my thrusts. Kit’s body bowed off the bed.
“Fuck, Nash.”
“That’s it.” I kissed her jaw, then spoke against her ear. “Come on my cock, Trouble. Let me feel it.”
Her legs locked around me. Her whole body went tight.
The orgasm took her in a wave, her pussy clamping down around me in hard pulses as she cried my name into my shoulder. I kept fucking her through it, slower now, deeper, letting her ride each spasm while her nails marked my back and her breath broke against my skin.
She was so wet around me that every thrust sounded filthy. My cock slid through the grip of her orgasm, and I had to grit my teeth not to come right then.
When she loosened, I was hanging on by threads.
Kit knew it. Of course she knew it.
She pushed at my chest, eyes dark and wild. “Switch.”
I rolled onto my back, keeping us connected as long as I could. She climbed over me and sank down again, taking me to the root in one smooth glide that made both of us groan.
“Fuck,” I said.
Kit smiled, sweaty and pleased, hands braced on my chest. “You’re so easy.”
“With you? Yeah.”
She began to move.
Slow at first. Rising until only the head stayed inside her, then sliding back down until her thighs met mine.
She watched my face while she did it, and there was so much confidence in her that I could barely breathe.
This was Kit with no shame and no doubt, riding me in the morning light like she belonged there because she did.
I gripped her hips, helping her find the pace. Her tits bounced with each downward stroke, and I sat up to get my mouth on them. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rode me harder, hips grinding at the bottom, clit dragging against me.
“Nash,” she gasped. “I’m close again.”
“I know, baby.”
“Don’t you dare come before me.”
I laughed into her chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Liar.”
She kissed me hard, tongue sliding against mine, and the rhythm got rougher. Her thighs trembled. Her pussy pulsed around me in quick, uneven flutters. I thrust up into her, meeting every downward drive, deeper and faster until the bed frame knocked the wall.
Her mouth broke from mine. “Yes. God, yes. Like that.”