CHAPTER TWELVE #3
“You could have said that downstairs.”
“I did.”
She seems to brush away a thought, as she says, “It’s too late now anyway, and not that deep.”
“What did Reigan want with you?” I say, because I can’t think about anything fucking else right now.
“Oh, he just wanted me in general,” Kaylah says casually. “I told him he could come and join me in here after.
“What the fuck?” I’m already on my way to the door.
“You asked. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”
I quickly gather what she means and shake my head in frustration, mostly at myself for being this needy. I let silence make its way through the room, then, “I thought you would hate something like this.” It’s a true statement, but I know I’m just trying to find any way to start a conversation.
“I do.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
“Wouldn’t exactly be a good look if the co-captains are refusing to be locked in a room together, right?”
This does do us a favour.
“True,” I say.
“Well, at least we can tell them we talked.”
A weird sound escapes my mouth. I’ve never heard it before but it’s obvious to me what it was, so I try to cover it up with, “That was a great conversation.”
“Haven’t had one so riveting before.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Did you just giggle, by the way?” A look of amusement is plastered on her face.
“I don’t giggle.”
“I don’t think your mouth knows that.”
Fuck, why is she talking about my mouth?
My dick shoots up instantly. I didn’t stand a chance.
Knowing I’m going to lose control if I don’t say something soon, I try to keep the conversation going by explaining, “The whole team clearly doesn’t think we fuck with each other.”
“We don’t.”
“I thought you forgave me? Are we fighting again?”
“We’re not fighting,” she says.
“So what you’re saying is you like me?” I’m using a voice I don’t recognise.
“Surely there’s something in between.”
“No, it’s just that. We’re fighting or you like me.”
She closes the distance between us, and my dick turns into a fucking rock when she grabs it roughly with one hand. “I think you should just say you want me to like you.”
“I think you should get over yourself,” I croak out.
“After you begged me to forgive you?”
“You really gonna…hold that against me?” I can hardly talk with how painful her hold is on me.
I fucking love it.
“No, that’s the one good thing you have done.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah?”
“You only like me when I’m on my knees?”
“I only like you when you’re on your knees begging.”
“I guess that’ll be my natural position now, then.”
The way her eyes are fixated on me has me feeling like she can see inside every corner of my soul. She’s full of surprises, this woman, so I’m not even expecting it when her gaze lowers to my lips and then in just a few seconds she’s pulling me towards her and pressing those same lips to hers.
I don’t waste time slipping my tongue into hers, the taste of her lipgloss resting against the surface of her mouth as we both deepen the kiss.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can usually hold myself together, but for Kaylah, I’m releasing a long groan into her mouth, and even that doesn’t detail my need for her.
Our fingers are all over each other, grappling for something to grab on to, but it’s fucking difficult when this kiss feels the way it does.
I’m sucking and licking and biting in as steady of a rhythm as I can, but the way she’s humming her appreciation in my mouth has me chanting, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” against her unbelievable tongue.
I know I need to anchor myself because her mouth is taking me places that don’t even make sense. This doesn’t make sense.
I’m lightheaded, but even that doesn’t stop me from clocking the moment she pulls away from me, and without saying a word, places one hand on my head, the other back on my dick, and positions me to the ground.
It’s only when it’s no longer logistically possible for her to hold my dick when standing, that she lets go of it.
I don’t know why I like it so much when she does this to me, I don’t know why it makes me full of need but I’m fucking feral for this woman right now.
I move to touch her, but she puts a hand out to warn me away from that idea.
“Touch yourself,” she says.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m quick to grab my dick in my hands, it’s already hard and I can feel it swelling up some more with each second I sit here thinking about how sexy this whole scene is.
I quickly find the rhythm I need, stroking my dick in a smooth motion, slowing down when I get to the tip so I can rub against it.
It immediately sends pleasure through me and despite the darkness of this room, I find Kaylah’s eyes and let her see exactly how much this moment is making me lose control.
It’s a crazy image, me on the ground looking up to her standing so fucking tall, as I take my vulnerability into my own hands. That’s just one of the things bringing me close to coming right now.
But as Kaylah reaches down and pushes her trousers a little below her, I know I’m not going to last very long while she joins her fingers with her clit and begins rubbing it.
She flicks her fingers inside her pussy, and fuck, there’s a party going on outside around us, and I can still hear it. I can still hear the wetness existing inside of her and the harder she goes, the more my nose begins to take in the smell of her wet pussy as it gets even wetter and wetter.
Her eyes are locked into mine as well, and her usual expressionless face tells a story of pain and pleasure wrapped into one. I know mine does, too and I know it’s only turning her on even more because I’m in the same boat as her. And I’m sure we’re about to sink and I’m fucking desperate for it.
“This feels so good, fuck,” she says.
“I’m so horny, I can’t even…” I begin. “I’m not gonna last long, you look too fucking sexy like that, Captain.”
“Call me Captain again,” she says breathlessly.
“Captain. Anything you tell me to do, I’ll do it.” I’m on the edge, but I try to get my words out as clearly as possible.
“Take your clothes off,” she demands, and I don’t even hesitate.
We’re in a locked dark room for seven minutes while a party happens outside.
It’s a bad idea, but instructions from Kaylah do something to my brain I can’t explain.
I just want to obey her. “I want to see you naked,” she adds, but I’m already rushing to get T-Shirt and jeans off me before she even finishes her sentence.
When I’m done I lol up at her expectantly.
“Fuck, you really will do anything, won’t you? ”
I nod. “Anything.”
“Come for me, Julius,” is all she says next and I move quick to get back to the pace I was at before.
It’s only a few seconds before I’m pumping my cum into my hands with a long grunt.
It’s a lot of fucking cum, and I let time pass by staring at the work of art that is Kaylah’s body.
Her dress is hitched up above her stomach, and my eyes are hooked onto those smooth, slender legs that I have to physically stop myself from licking.
I’m ready to examine everything I love about her too half too, but I get distracted when I catch the breathless moans escaping her lips and when they start speeding up, I know she’s almost there.
Watching her body start convulsing just makes me come even harder, pools of it shooting mostly into my right hand, hers dripping onto her dress.
“Well, that was smart,” she says, pulling her trousers up after rubbing them a little bit.
“I think a little bit of mine got on there as well,” I say.
“Yeah, I saw it.” She still sounds like she’s in a daze.
“I’ll go get you a napkin.”
“Nah, it’s cool. I kind of like it. It’s on the bottom so I doubt anyone will see it.”
“That’s the best thing I’ve done all night,” I say honestly.
She sets her eyes on me, and a pang of loss comes over me as she begins to follow the room with them as she asks, “What else have you been doing tonight?”
“Solving equations in my head.”
“Is that like a kink for you, or…” I can tell she’s dead serious about her question by the thoughtful look on her face.
I’m sure she’s trying to imagine it, which is an idea that has me letting out another one of those dumb giggles.
Her brain is probably the only place where Statistics has some semblance of interest.
“Nah, I just study Statistics. But hey, if you want to make it a kink…”
“I can’t think of anything that would put me to sleep faster. Is that kinky enough for you?”
Now I’m really laughing, and her confused but amused face as I do is just setting me off even more. I regain composure after a while, and ask, “What about you?”
“Sociology.”
We’re talking. She’s talking to me. I’m ready to keep going, see how far we can go with this conversation because it’s giving me more of her.
I’m quickly distracted by the sight of the faint mark on the bottom of her dress. Symbols of both of our pleasure lingering on her for the rest of the night is enough for me to place a firm hand on my dick and will it into behaving, because I’m sure I could come again many more times here.
My thoughts are interrupted by a loud voice chiming in from outside. “Hope you guys are still alive!”
I stand to my feet in a hurry and get my clothes back on as fast and as best I can in this dark room.
Kaylah smooths down her clothes at the same moment the door opens, and Daniel appears.
“How was it, you two?” he asks.
“We’re the best of friends, now,” Kaylah is quick to say as she smiles mischievously yet somehow also innocently at me.
I co-sign her words with, “Couldn’t think of a better co-captain for me.”
Daniel looks between us for a few seconds, a look of amusement slowly rising on his face as he nods, seemingly to himself. I honestly don’t know how it came to be that I’m living with someone as strange as him. He lets out a laugh and then steps out of the way, and I let Kaylah take the lead.
I seem to like it that way, after all.