Chapter 21
Lauren
Monday night, by the time I got back from the bar, Kevin’s suitcase was open on his bed.
That should not have bothered me.
It was a suitcase. Black. Practical. Half-packed with folded shirts, a toiletry bag, and the kind of boring conference clothes that said responsible adult with a retirement account.
Still, I stood in his bedroom doorway and hated it.
“You’re leaving tomorrow,” I said.
Kevin looked up from the dresser. “Morning flight.”
“Right.”
He watched me for a second, socks still in his hand. “You knew that.”
“I know.”
I leaned against the doorframe and tried to look normal, which wasn’t exactly a skill I had been nailing lately.
Kevin was leaving for five days, and his house already felt too familiar, my shampoo in his bathroom, my coffee mug by his sink and this stupid, embarrassing ache in my chest because of one open suitcase.
He set the socks down. “Come here.”
Two words. Calm. Simple.
They still hit low.
I stayed where I was. “That sounded suspiciously like an order.”
“It was a request.”
“Your requests have doctor voice.”
His mouth curved a little. “Come here, Lauren.”
I crossed the room slowly, like taking my time proved I had a choice. He waited until I was close, then took my hand and drew me between him and the edge of the bed.
He smelled like soap and clean cotton, like he’d tried to rinse the day off before packing. His hair was still damp at the ends. When my hands landed against his chest, his shirt was soft under my fingers.
“I don’t like that you’re leaving,” I said, before I could make it smaller or smarter or less pathetic.
His face changed. Barely. Enough.
“I don’t either.”
“It’s five days.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s nothing.”
“No,” he said quietly. “It isn’t.”
I looked up at him, and the room narrowed down to the bed behind me, the suitcase beside us, and his hand still wrapped around mine.
We were careful for weeks.
Careful in the kitchen.
Careful on the couch.
Careful in hallways and doorways and all those almost-moments where one of us pulled back before the other one had to say what we were both thinking.
I was tired of careful.
Kevin’s thumb moved over my knuckles. Once. Then again.
“You can still change your mind,” he said.
My breath caught. “About what?”
“Me.”
There it was. Just Kevin, standing in front of me with enough of his guard down to make me nervous.
I tried to laugh, but it came out thin. “You make that sound easy.”
“It isn’t.”
“No.” I looked at his mouth. “It really isn’t.”
His gaze dropped too, and the air between us pulled tight.
“If we do this,” he said, “I need you to know I’m not looking for a way to pass time before my flight.”
My chest went soft and sore at the same time.
“Kevin.”
“I mean it.” His hand tightened around mine. “I don’t want this to be something we pretend didn’t matter tomorrow.”
I should have made a joke. That was where I usually lived when things got too real. Somewhere between sarcasm and the nearest exit.
But he was looking at me like he’d already watched me run from everything and still hadn’t stepped back.
“I don’t know how to be someone’s serious thing,” I said.
“Then don’t be good at it yet.”
That stupid line almost broke me.
I stared at him, throat tight, heart loud in a way that felt personally rude.
“You’re making it really hard to stay reasonable.”
“Good.”
I blinked. “Good?”
His other hand came up and settled at my waist. Careful, but not distant. Warm through my shirt.
“I’m tired of being reasonable with you.”
The words moved through me like a match catching.
I leaned closer before I could talk myself out of it. “Then stop.”
Kevin held still for one beat.
One last clean second.
Then his hand slid to the back of my neck, and he kissed me.
Kevin held my gaze and peeled off his shirt first, exposing his clean, toned chest and flawless skin. My heart lurched when he reached for the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down his legs. His thick erection sprang free, and my breath caught in my throat.
He was massive.
“Take your clothes off,” he said firmly, and like a puppet on a string, I obeyed.
I pulled my oversized T-shirt over my head, my nipples tightening immediately in the cool air. Then I pushed down my shorts with my panties and stepped out of them.
We were naked in front of each other.
Kevin’s gaze trailed slowly down my body. His throat bobbed, his jaw tightening.
For some reason, this was the most nervous I’d ever felt before sex.
I stopped beside the bed and watched Kevin walk toward me, his erection hanging between his legs.
He cupped my face and kissed me again, his thickness pressed against my belly. His hands moved down my arms, then up my sides. I moaned when his thumb grazed my nipple, a sharp ripple of arousal moving through me.
Kevin lifted me and set me on the bed. He spread my legs and dropped to his knees.
I gasped when I realized what he was doing, then moaned when his warm breath fanned over my pussy.
“Kevin—”
“I’m gonna take my time with you,” he said, kissing along my thighs, switching from one leg to the other.
I tossed my head back on the bed and closed my eyes, waiting for the moment his mouth finally touched me. Each kiss made heat pool lower in my body, and when he reached my folds, I shivered as he placed a gentle kiss there.
I opened my legs as far as I could while Kevin traced his thumb over my folds, then through my slit, opening me up to him. When he grazed my clit, I bit down on my lip, the sensation already too much.
He rubbed my clit gently with his thumb, his movements slick with my wetness.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice warm against my skin.
When his tongue touched me, I quivered. He stroked me with his firm tongue, licking me open from top to bottom, flicking my clit and dragging over my folds. I moaned softly, lost in the sensation.
Kevin slid one hand up my belly and grabbed my breasts, squeezing firmly as they filled his hands. As he alternated between them, he kept licking me open, lapping at me and sucking on my flesh.
It didn’t take long before I was writhing on the bed, pleasure pooling low in my tummy, waiting for that earth-shattering release.
Kevin pressed his mouth harder against me, his tongue busy all over my pussy. When he dipped it inside my entrance, my body jolted as the first warning signs of my orgasm started to build.
He kept caressing my tits while I thrashed from side to side, trying to hold it off. He pinched my nipple, and I gasped, the shock sending bolts of pleasure rushing to my core.
One flick of his tongue and I was moaning loudly, knowing full well I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Ohh, ohh, yes,” I mewled, thrusting my hips against his mouth as I chased my orgasm.
Kevin didn’t let up. He rolled my nipples between his fingers and sucked harder. I reached down to grab his hair, holding him firmly in place while I rolled my hips into his mouth.
A cry ripped from my lips when my orgasm crashed into me, forcing my legs to close around Kevin’s head. His tongue kept soothing my flesh while unimaginable pleasure coursed through my body. I shivered as goosebumps rose over my skin.
When my legs fell to the side, Kevin finally got up. I was still trying to catch my breath, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His lips looked soft and wet, and I knew it was mostly because of me.
I reached my hands up to him, and he lowered his head to kiss me. His kiss, his touch, made me realize I still had a lot left in me despite coming so hard a minute ago.
“I want you so much,” he said as he reached between us and pressed his thick cock against my entrance.
I cried out, clinging to him as my pussy stung slightly from his thick girth. I’d never had someone as big as Kevin inside me before.
Kevin grunted loudly, pausing as he settled deep inside me.
My lips stayed parted, suspended in disbelief at his size. I widened my legs, stretching them as far as they could go, thinking I needed the room to take him.
“God, your pussy feels like heaven,” he said, his voice slightly raspy.
I met his darkened gaze. “I don’t want you to stop. I want every inch of you stretching my pussy.”
He pulled back and slammed into me, knocking the breath from my throat.
Kevin paused again, adjusted himself, and slipped his hands under my head. His body pressed against mine, our skin meshed together, my nipples grazing his chest. He kissed me hungrily, stifling my moans as he started to thrust inside me.
I moaned when the sting faded and all I could feel was his thickness filling me, caressing my walls and making me slick with more wetness.
Kevin tore his mouth from mine, kissed my cheeks, then buried his face in my neck. He pulled back and slammed into me, every stroke deep and punctuated. My mouth hung open, my breathing thin as he filled me over and over.
The pleasure sharpened when his pelvis started pressing against my clit, doubling the sensation with each movement.
“You feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he said against my ear.
Then he picked up his pace, slamming into me harder and faster. My moans got louder, the pleasure building inside me again. My hands slid down Kevin’s back and over his firm ass.
As full as I was, I wanted more.
“Harder!” I cried. “Fuck me harder and don’t stop!”
“Beg for it.”
The words made me even hotter beneath him.
“Please! Fuck me!”
Kevin lifted up just enough for me to see his face, then kissed me lightly on the lips. He covered my breasts with both hands and started thrusting quickly inside me, each stroke fast and deep.
Sweat beaded on my forehead. A lock of hair fell over Kevin’s forehead, his face red, teeth clenched. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room, making me more delirious.
“Yes,” I moaned as heat consumed me.
Kevin fucked me hard, and just when I didn’t think it could get any better, he pinched my nipples.
An electrifying bolt of pleasure rushed to my core, making my pussy clench around him, and that was when I shattered.
I screamed his name like I’d known it all my life, my belly tightening, my body stiffening, my core clenching. My breath hitched, and I squeezed my eyes shut as pleasure consumed me.
“Oh fuck!” Kevin exclaimed, still moving at the speed of light while my core convulsed around him.
He muttered something under his breath and slammed into me, tearing another scream from my lips. He grunted loudly, bellowed a curse, and then I felt it. A flood of warmth filling my insides and triggering a smaller orgasm that had me writhing on the bed.
My eyes rolled back as shockwaves rushed through every inch of my body.
I lay there breathing heavily, still basking in the pleasure even as Kevin withdrew from me and rolled to the side of the bed. I was in disbelief over what I’d just felt, knowing I’d never experienced pleasure that intense before.