“They’re not in the picture,” I reply, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. I don’t want him to know where I come from.
“So,” I continue, “How does it feel to be taking over from your Dad?” It’s a half-hearted attempt to change the topic. My parents aren’t worth talking about.
Kyler’s mouth lifts into a lopsided grin, taking my cue, and stops in front of me. The warmth from his body hits me and I shiver, hoping to God my pebbled nipples aren’t too visible. Kyler’s hand reaches for my neck, his finger brushing over my pulse. There’s no doubt he can feel my heart racing. Stupid, disloyal organ. “I have no desire to talk about work,” he replies. His hand trails lower, and he rubs my nipple with the pad of his thumb. I suck in a breath when his touch resonates with every part of my body and causes moisture to pool between my legs. I’m about to question my decision to forgo panties, when his other hand pulls the bow at my waist and the flimsy material of my robe falls open. I’m naked beneath it, and Kyler’s eyes dip, searing my naked flesh. “W-w-what are you doing?” I stutter. I should stop him, but I’d be lying if I said I want him to stop.
“I’m trying to convince myself this is a bad idea.”
“It is.”
“Maybe so, but how can something that looks so good be so bad?” My response gets stuck in my throat when Kyler lifts his hands to my shoulders and slips the robe off my shoulders until it’s pooled at my feet. I’m completely naked, and my cheeks flush but I don’t break eye contact. I’m too riveted, and turned on, by the look on Kyler’s face.
“Tell me what I have to do,” Kyler continues. “To get you in my bed and beneath me.”
I only think about it for a split second, when Quinn’s words from earlier float through my lust-filled haze. Forget about the complications, even if it’s just one night.
With those final words in my head, I reply, “Take me.”
Kyler lowers his head, until our mouths are inches apart. His hot breath washes over my face. “Tell me you want this,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
Kyler smiles, “Good girl.”
He seals my mouth with his, opening it with his tongue. As his mouth seduces me, his hands cup my breasts, and they weigh heavy in his hands. I moan, leaning into him. My body ignites, the feel of Kyler’s hard body pressed against mine fanning the flame. He cups my butt, his hands slipping further down to lift me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the bulge beneath the zipper of his slacks, and I rub myself against him.
I make a strangled sound, but it’s muffled and swallowed by Kyler’s mouth. He starts walking us down the hall, never breaking contact, and I thread my hands through the silky chocolate strands of his hair, pulling and tugging. Kyler steps into his bedroom and lays me down on his King size bed. I start unbuttoning his shirt and slide it off his shoulders, tracing my fingers over every sinewy curve of the muscles in his back. He pulls back, and throws his shirt onto the floor. When he brings his eyes back to mine, they shine and overflow with lust, and desire, and in this moment, I feel it too. All of it. I reach down and unbuckle Kyler’s belt, and unzip his slacks. He kicks them off and I open my legs to accommodate his waist as he settles on top of me. He kisses me, murmuring words like “beautiful” and “sexy” against my lips, making me smile. His erection presses against me, and he feels…big.
Slipping his hand between us, his fingers slide between the slick folds of my cleft and my hips buck. “Ohhh,” I moan.
“Does that feel good?”
I nod. “Kyler…” my words disappear when Kyler moves lower.
“Ssshh,” he coos. “I’ll make you feel good.”
His head hovers between my legs, and I lift onto my elbows so that I can see him. He has that wolfish grin on his face and the image takes me back to my dream.
Even though he can’t see me, save for the soft moonlight filtering through his windows, I feel the blush rising in my cheeks. “You look gorgeous,” Kyler says, his breath caressing the tender flesh of my pussy.“Smooth as a Georgia peach.” He pushes a finger into my drenched entrance, and I throw my head back, exhaling quickly through my nose.
“Look at me,” Kyler commands, and I listen, whipping my head up immediately. “I want you to watch.”
His mouth descends, pressing a light feathery kiss just above my clit, and then licks, upwards from my entrance. I whimper, grabbing hold of his hair, and pushing him down.
“Oh God… please.”
He chuckles and starts moving his finger in and out. “So snug,” he says. “So delicious.”
Another finger presses into me as Kyler lifts my legs around his neck so that my heels rest on his shoulder blades. Without looking away, his fingers push in and out, slowly, methodically, and his tongue strokes my clit. He sucks the little nub into his mouth and I cry out, barely able to hold myself up. My hips start moving and I ride his fingers and his mouth, murmuring incoherent sounds of pleasure.
Kyler hums and twists his fingers, pressing my g-spot over and over until my toes curl and my body starts shaking.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Oh fuck…”
My orgasm rips through me, erupting low in my belly and into Kyler’s mouth. I shake, and writhe, gripping Kyler’s head between my thighs. He moves them back down on the bed and sits up to remove his boxer briefs.
He crawls over me, pressing a kiss to my mouth so than I can taste my arousal on his lips. The salty sweet relish is a heady aphrodisiac. I hear the bedside drawer open, and close, and the sound of a foil wrapper. When I manage to open my heavy eyes, I see Kyler’s hard cock, fully erect and ready. And bigger than I expected. He slides the condom down, and rubs the lush head of his erection over my clit before positioning it at my center.
I grip the sheets as he slowly enters me, and pinch my eyes closed. He pushes in a little further, and then stops, giving me a moment to adjust. “Fuck, Cass, you’re tight. Relax your muscles baby.”
I take a deep breath and let my legs fall to the side. Kyler rests on his forearms on either side of my head, and inches into me the rest of the way. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, brushing his thumbs over my cheeks. “Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “I’m good.” I’m actually more than good. Despite the tight fit, my body willingly and readily clutches his generous girth and welcomes him. Kyler’s wolfish grin returns. “I’m about to make it a whole lot better.”
I feel him slide out and then thrust back in. He starts off slow but then increases his pace, circling his hips.
“Mmmm,” I moan, feeling a new orgasm building low in my belly. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” Kyler breathes out harshly. He moves and presses my knees to my chest, hitting a deeper spot inside me.
“Ahh,” I cry out, arching my back. My sounds seem to encourage Kyler, and his thrusts intensify. My breasts move with every vigorous plunge and I squeeze them, pinching my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Our skin is damp and sticky with sweat, and it makes the distinct smell of sex cloaks us. It only serves to increase my lust, driving me closer to a higher peak. “Shit, that’s sexy.” Kyler’s words come out in a rush, and I watch the sweat forming on his forehead. I want him closer, so I move my hands behind his back and pull him down. Our joint moans, and muffled words swirl around us, until it’s replaced by the sound of Kyler’s body slapping against mine in all the right places.