9. CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 9
KASON
Damn, my head hurts.
It’s my first coherent thought as I wake up. When I try to open my eyes, the light has me squeezing them tightly shut again.
Sierra.
That’s my second coherent thought because I smell her scent as it surrounds me, and I’m not too ashamed to admit that I lay there and take a couple of deep breaths. It’s as if she’s here with me, but I know she’s not because she’s been evading me all week, and I have no idea why.
Feeling brave, I blink my eyes, trying to get them used to the harsh light, and realize I see her image in quick glimpses. I fully open them, and sure enough, there she lies, her head resting on her pillow. Her angelic face is peaceful in sleep. I’m sure I’m seeing things and she has to be some sort of hangover hallucination.
As much as I don’t want to move my gaze, my eyes scan my surroundings. I’m in a room I’ve never seen before, a very feminine room with pastel décor. I quickly revert my attention to the woman sleeping beside me and wonder momentarily if I’m dreaming, but somehow, I know I’m not. I have no idea how I ended up here, but I’m not complaining.
Then a thought hits me that if I’m here...how the hell did I get here because I remember fuck all from last night. I’m praying I didn’t do or say something that may have pushed her even further away. I don’t think I did or she wouldn’t have allowed me in her bed. I think hard, trying to remember what I did yesterday. I remember being home and pissed because all week Sierra blew me off, and I couldn’t figure out what could have gone wrong from when I brought her home Sunday to her telling me she didn’t have time on Monday, then Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I didn’t text or call her on Friday because I was frustrated. I have no idea what it is about this girl that has me chasing her, but whatever it is, for some reason I can’t stop myself from doing it.
I remember getting a call from Jonas that he and the team were going out and invited me to go with them. I thought why the hell not since Sierra had been avoiding me. We were at a club where I usually enjoy myself, but I was agitated and moody, so while the other guys were busy picking up women, I sat there and drank. When women came over to me and tried to get my attention, I compared them all to Sierra and not one could measure up. They all eventually gave up. One even tried to grab my dick, but I pushed her hand away.
A month ago, I probably would have taken them up on what they were offering, but I just wasn’t interested. Instead, I sat there and drank thinking that Sierra must have magical powers and had cast a spell on me because, in the very short time of being with her, no other woman has appealed to me.
The guys were going to leave to head to a strip joint, but I decided against it. I remember my driver picking me up. I must have asked him to bring me here. I also have a memory of Sierra opening her door. I lay here trying to think of more but nothing comes to mind and it’s aggravating.
Fuck, all this thinking is hurting my head .
As much as I don’t want to get up and miss another minute with her, my head is screaming for some pain reliever, and my mouth feels like I’m chewing on cotton.
With a bit of a struggle, I sit up and get a better look at the room. There’s an open door, and I can see a toilet through it. I straighten from the bed and make sure my legs are steady before I make my way in there. I shut the door behind me to take a piss, thankful to relieve my bladder.
When I’m finished, I scan the counter that has cosmetics and body lotion, and with no shame, I check them out. There’s a bottle of lotion on it, so I open it up and smell it. I’m instantly reminded of her unique fragrance, and even in my hungover state, a little turned on by it. Opening the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, I feel like I struck gold. I take out the Tylenol and pop a couple of pills in my mouth. There’s a glass on the sink so I use it to wash them down. Next, I brush my teeth with my finger and her toothpaste before gargling some mouthwash. Gathering some water in my hands, I splash my face and then run my fingers through my hair.
Placing my straightened arms on the counter, I look down and stand there for a couple minutes taking some deep breaths, hoping the Tylenol works quickly. When I look up, I startle when I see Sierra’s reflection leaning against the doorframe with a small smile on her face, and I quickly shift on my feet to face her.
She stands there looking stunningly delectable, and I will my dick to stay down instead of jumping to greet her. I’m bare-chested and she usually never misses an opportunity to check out my muscles, but her focus is on my face alone.
“How are you feeling?” she asks softly with concern clear in those emerald eyes. She’s trying to keep the volume of her voice down assuming correctly that I must have the hangover from hell. I gauge her features, and she doesn’t seem upset so I couldn’t have said or done anything too bad, and I feel relief in knowing that.
“I’ve had better mornings, that’s for sure.”
“If you’re finished, I’d like to use my bathroom now.”
“Of course.” I move to walk out of the bathroom, careful not to rub up against her, as much as my body may want to, until we talk and sort out what’s going on in her head. I may want to fuck her, but I also need to know what her issue is.
As I pass her, I hear her speak again, “Oh and Kason…” I turn and look in her direction. “Thanks for not pissing on my toilet this morning like you did last night.” My eyes feel like they might pop out of my head when my brain registers what she said. She winks and then hastily shuts the door.
That inner discomfort is suddenly back, and I feel the tension in my shoulders. She said I pissed on her toilet and not in her toilet. Well, shit. What else did I do?
Noticing my clothes on the floor has me looking over my body, and it’s then the realization kicks in that I’m only in my boxers, and I don’t even remember undressing.
I sink my ass on her bed, link my fingers together, and wait for her to be finished.
When she’s done, she steps back into the room, her face looks fresher and her hair is now in a ponytail. Striding over to me, she stops directly in front of me. I peer up at her and say, “Sorry for taking a leak on your toilet.” And fuck if I don’t feel bad about it.
I wait for her to give me shit about it, but she doesn’t and nods in acceptance of my apology.
“Would you like some coffee?” she asks, again with the soft tone.
I can’t be in her vicinity any longer without touching her, so my hands reach out, and I place them on her hips, tugging her towards me. My forehead falls onto her stomach, and I gently move it back and forth. After a couple of moments, I feel her fingers run through my hair with a gentle caress .
I finally find my voice and answer her earlier question. “I’d love some coffee. Thank you.”
She removes her hands from my head, brings them down to mine, and links our fingers. Giving a little tug, she pulls me from the bed and leads me towards her kitchen.
Once there, I have a seat on a stool, and I reluctantly release her grip. She goes around the counter and puts a K-cup in her Keurig, and it soon starts to percolate. “It’s caramel-flavored. I hope that’s okay.”
“As long as it’s caffeinated, I’ll drink it.”
She pulls some bread from a cabinet and places it into a toaster. I’m thankful because I don’t think my stomach could tolerate more than bread.
Within minutes there’s a piece of buttered toast on a plate and a hot cup of coffee sitting in front of me. I don’t waste any time and start to eat and drink.
Sierra leans her forearms on the counter and stares at me, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, and I know she’s thinking. My body tenses in worry because I still don’t recall anything that happened when I came here.
Finally, she speaks, “Why did you come here last night?”
I could try to play it off cool and think of some silly excuse as to why I find myself chasing after her, and even though I don’t remember advising the driver to bring me here, I know damn well why I ended up here.
Her eyes shift between mine, and I get the feeling this answer is important to her, so I answer her honestly. “Because this is where I wanted to be. I missed you, and you were brushing me off.”
Her eyes grow soft and she grins at me. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
“Why would I lie?”
“No reason.” I’m sure there is a reason, but I choose not to question it further .
Instead, I ask, “Are you mad I came by?” My back straightens, both anxious and nervous to hear her answer.
She starts to suck on that bottom lip of hers again until she releases it. “No, I’m not and I guess…” she pauses, “I’m glad you did.”
I release the breath I was holding. Drunk as a skunk me didn’t scare her off.
We sit in silence until I finish my breakfast, and I’m already feeling a little better with the Tylenol and caffeine working their way through my system and sustenance in my stomach.
“Why were you avoiding getting together with me this past week?” She better not deny it because we both know it’s the truth.
She shrugs and says, “I don’t know.” Her eyes betray her truth as she glances away. Not good enough.
I question her further because we both know she’s full of shit. “Sierra, you just thanked me for being honest with you but you’re not being honest with me.”
Her gaze continues to flicker around the room until it finally lands on me and she sighs. “Your reputation worries me. I don’t regret hooking up with you, and I went to you willingly, but I can’t put myself in a situation where I’m one of many, and I just—” She cuts herself off, her eyes watching me closely, gauging my reaction to what she’s admitted. I wonder if there’s more than my past that is holding her back but at least she’s giving me something to work with here.
“I don’t have an issue with being monogamous if that’s what you need from me for us to spend more time together.”
“Yes, but the monogamous part of you was years ago.” She waves her hand through the air.
How do I better explain this to her?
“I have a strong sexual appetite, I won’t deny that, but I don’t need to have sex with different women to be satisfied. I want sex, and the only woman I want to have it with is you. Only you. I’m not promising marriage, a house with a white picket fence, and two kids, but I do want to spend more time together and see where this can go.”
I was hoping my words would help her understand, but her expression is still unsure. I’m curious about our connection. After what went down with Meegan, I didn’t think I would want to take a risk again on a possible relationship, but Sierra is a game changer for me.
I reach across the table and link our fingers together, giving them a little squeeze. I peer up at her as her gaze locks on mine. Good, because I need her attention with what I’m about to say next.
“I had no idea how you would affect me that first night together, but I realized I wanted to spend more time with you. When I was out with the team last night, I had women come up to me, offering themselves, and I turned each and every one of them away. None of them appeal to me like you do. Zero. Zilch.” If what I admit next doesn’t get her to understand then nothing will. “Tell me I’m not insane. Tell me that you don’t feel the same gravitational pull toward me that I feel toward you. Tell me I’m not in this alone and this connection I feel between us is worth the chance in exploring.”
If her face is anything to go by, then I’ve surprised her. Whatever it is about her has me quickly erasing any qualms I had about taking another chance with a woman.
Sierra slowly starts to nod and this time, it’s she who squeezes my fingers. “I can’t tell you that you’re insane or that I don’t feel a different connection with you that I have never felt before. You’re not in this alone.”
Thank Christ!
Her response has me standing from my chair and stalking over to her. Placing my hands on her hips, I lift her and set her ass on the counter. I fist her ponytail and slam my mouth to hers, swallowing her minty breath, and then her moans. I’ve missed her taste this past week, and although I knew how badly I wanted it again, I didn’t know until now how badly I needed it. She reaches up and threads her fingers through my hair, gripping it as the kiss turns desperate. I could blow from her intoxicating kiss as I feel the blood rush to my cock that is already hard and wanting inside her sweet cunt. Her sweet lips are mine, both pairs.
My hands grab her ass cheeks and squeeze them before lifting her up. She wraps her long legs around my middle and I turn and walk us back to her room, never removing my mouth from hers. At the end of her bed, I grab her around her slim waist and toss her onto the bed. She peers up at me with her eyes full of lust, and I know I’m about to lose myself in her once more.
Crawling up her body, I separate her soft thighs with my own and spread them apart. My head dips to hers. “I fucking want you.”
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, and she’s breathing hard. I take her mouth against mine and kiss her so hard her lips will be swollen the rest of the day. Our tongues move against each other, and she might as well be tonguing my dick because it feels amazing. My cock is so hard, it’s begging for release from its confines. I begin to rub my shaft against her core, making sure to hit her clit with every stroke.
Circling her wrists with my hands, I bring them up above her head as I keep up the assault on her clit. Her hips are wiggling, trying to get more friction, so I rock my hips harder as my mouth swallows her moans.
“You ready, baby? I’m about to fuck you ‘till you’re seeing stars,” I rasp.
Her body stops moving altogether, even her kiss. I felt the want in her kiss so I have no idea why she stopped. I lift my head from hers and peer down into her eyes which are still dark with desire.
“We can’t.”
What? Her words confuse me. “Why?”
“It’s that time of the month,” she replies bashfully.
“What time of the—” I begin before it hits me. “Oh.” A woman’s menstrual cycle is not something I’ve had to think about in years .
I’m so hard up for her, and her period wouldn’t deter me, but I’m not sure how she feels about it. Regardless, I’m not going to let that stop us from experiencing the pleasure we both need so I begin rocking my hips into her once more and encourage her hips to grind against mine. I’ve not had to dry hump a girl since my teenage years, but it looks as if that is exactly what I’m going to do.
As I escalate my pace, her legs wrap around my waist, making me wish we were skin to skin, and I was thrusting into her heaven. My pumps become harder striking against her sensitive nub while her moans increase in velocity and frequency and fuck if it doesn’t have me ready to shoot. Even just this sexual contact with clothes on is a huge turn-on with her.
From the sounds she’s making, she’s close but needs something to put her over the edge. I release my hold on her hands and she brings them up to my head and starts pulling at the strands. I love it when she does that. I use my free hand and lift the hem of her top, yanking up to uncover those sweet tits I’ve been thinking about all week. Her tits are bouncing with the momentum and her buds are peaked. I take one into my mouth, lightly sucking it until I give it a soft bite and it sets off her orgasm.
“Oh my god, Kason, Kason, Kason—” She’s loudly chanting my name, her thighs tightening above my hips. I love the sound of my name coming from her mouth. She goes to close her eyes like she did the first time we were together and once again I don’t let her.
“Eyes on me, baby. I want you to see who’s giving you this pleasure.” Even through her orgasmic haze, she hears me and opens those stunning orbs up to me, and that’s all it takes. My spine starts to tingle, and I feel sensations creeping into my balls.
Sitting up quickly, I yank my boxers down below my scrotum and grab my dick, stroking it. Three pumps of my hand are all it takes before pleasure soars through my body, making my toes curl, and I’m shooting my load on her .
The first shots cover her breasts, and I continue to release right down her torso before finishing at her belly button. I rub it into her stomach and her boobs. She’s now marked with my cum and an exhilarating feeling passes through my body knowing that I’ve marked her in this way. I might as well have her holding a flag with my name on it, showing everyone that I’ve staked a claim. She belongs to me. Again, these are thoughts that should concern me but don’t in the slightest.
“What are you doing to me?” I groan.
She peeks up at me confused. “What do you mean?”
I don’t want to scare her away with this obsession I’m beginning to feel for her, so I lean down and give her a gentle kiss to distract her. I pull away quicker than I want because if I don’t, I may have to take her, period be damned.
When my hands release her wrists, I take note of the time on my Rolex. I have somewhere to be today, and I plan to take her with me. “Come with me today?”
“Where?” Her voice is still slightly raspy.
“I have a football signing to attend.” I learned on Sunday she doesn’t know much about football, and I want her to see me in my world.
“Can I at least shower first?” She giggles and I find I love the sound of her laugh…almost as much I love when she’s screaming my name in release.
I link my hand with hers and stand up, pulling her along with me. “As much as I hate the thought of having to clean my cum off of you, you can, but I’ll be in there with you.” I stop suddenly, making her bump into me. She peers up at me with questioning eyes. “Better yet, pack a bag, you’re staying the weekend.”
I expect her to fight me on this, but to my relief, she doesn’t argue, and I lead her into the bathroom.
An hour later, I’m sitting on her sofa waiting for her to finish getting ready. She shooed me out of the room when I had trouble keeping my hands to myself .
My eyes scan a photo of her and two men, and I pick it up. I’m assuming they’re her uncles. She said they raised her when her mother died but chose not to go into further detail about the death. I recognized quickly that this was not something she was going to share, but after spending more time with her, I realize I want to know all her thoughts and the secrets she keeps hidden. I make a pact with myself to learn them all.
Placing the photo down, I intend to get a closer look at the other frame displayed. It is of her and a blonde-haired woman with a little dark-haired girl. Before I can pick it up for a closer look, I hear her steps coming into the room and when I glance up, I find her walking out of the hallway towards me.
Her top is lacy, white, and hangs off her shoulders. She’s wearing a tight jean skirt that shows off her slender legs. The ones that grip me hard when she’s coming. She looks fuckable.
How in the hell am I going to last a single day without wanting to bend her over and shove my dick inside of her?
I’m doomed.