The position is almost too much as I’m unbearably full of him, but also needing so much more. He stays inside me, not moving as he massages my ass, taking in the view.
“Kane,” I whine. “Move, please. I need?—”
“I know what you need, pretty girl,” he assures me as he drags his cock all the way out and slams home. He does that repeatedly until it feels as if the counter is leaving bruises on my hips, the pain so pleasant when followed by such pleasure.
His pace is punishing as I feel my orgasm rise again, the tightening in my stomach and my breaths coming in shorter and shorter until I explode around his cock. My orgasm triggers him as I milk his cock, until we are both spent. He leansover and puts his forehead between my shoulder blades as we come down together. The sounds outside finally register in my ears, loud music and cheers filling the silence. Kane massages my ass where he slapped and kisses my back, a pleased moan escaping me. I hiss as he withdraws, the sense of loss filling me.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks as he pulls me up and turns me around. He lowers my skirt for me and smooths my shirt down. He runs his fingers through my hair and tucks a strand behind my ear, leaning in and leaving a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Never.” I smile as he places a gentle kiss on my lips next, lingering for a minute. I savor the feeling of him. I always love how he can fuck me so roughly, then turn around and take care of me so tenderly. It’s like he knows exactly what I need.
Banging starts on the door, and we both laugh.
“What is with us and bar bathrooms?” I giggle into him as he pulls me up after him. He unlocks the door, and it flies open as two girls rush to the stalls.
“Have you seen you? I can barely wait until we get home normally, but today, I couldn’t wait another second,” he purrs, then pulls me into the crowd after him.
We settle back in at our table, and Morgan gives me a knowing smirk as she pushes a fresh drink in front of me. I take the chair next to her, seeing that our group has grown with Lindsay, the bartender who worked with Kane, and her girlfriend, Claire. Kane seems to really enjoy spending time with them, and they flow so seamlessly into our group. Kane takes up residence behind me as he usually does, wrapping his arms around my chest as he settles into an easy conversation with the guys.
Morgan takes my hand and squeezes, and I sit here and take everything in. My family. Grayson with his backwardcap and soft smile as Marcus and his wild mess of brown curls make some wild hand gestures to the boys. Morgan with her blonde curls pulled back tight and knee-high boots as she shows me her newest match on the dating site she decided to join.
The night seems endless until the first yawn slips through my mouth and Kane announces it’s time for us to go. Morgan agrees and decides to ride back with us since she had a few drinks, Marcus saying he’ll bring the car tomorrow for move-in day.
We all head out into the early May night, the bugs out in full swing, their symphony carrying us to our car, and the slight crispness in the air cooling my overheated skin.
Kane comes around to help me into the passenger side, kissing my forehead before rounding the black cab and hauling himself inside. The car is quiet as we make our way back to the house. I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, I’m being lifted and carried, my eyes barely opening as he carries me into our room.
Kane places me on the bed and comes back with a big T-shirt, helping me get undressed. Moments later, I feel a warm body dip into the bed and pull me close. A gentle kiss is placed in my hair, and I’m surrounded by the leather and sandalwood smell I can never get enough of.
kane
THREE MONTHS LATER
Sound of Rain – LANY
I’m having the best dream: my girlfriend is on her hands and knees, her mouth wrapped around my cock. The slurping sounds and enthusiasm have me about to blow when I open my eyes and see that it is not a dream, and my girlfriend is, in fact, wrapped around my cock. The beautiful moans she makes as she fingers herself make my dick weep.
I come with a yell as she gasps around my dick, drinking everything down as she comes on her own fingers. The dream I had already had me ready to come at any moment, and seeing the love of my life dripping for me with her pouty lips around my cock, I’m a goner.
“Fuck, baby, what did I do to deserve that?” I ask, grabbing her hair and holding it back as she sits up. Her brown hair falls around her shoulders like a curtain, her full breasts on display, and my dick perks right back up like I didn’t just come.
She says nothing as she smiles coyly and straddles me,her soaking wet entrance hovering over the top of my cock, which is straining to get to her.
“I missed you,” she groans as she lowers herself onto me. The vision of her taking all of me in one try has my vision hazy on the edges, my breath quickening with the need to come inside her. Her warm, wet pussy chokes my cock. The feeling of her bare never gets old.
It’s been months of bliss. Early mornings and late nights enjoying each other. All the long talks we have now, no stone left unturned. We do weekly check-ins with each other, gauging where we are. My mental health has never felt better. I’m still on my medication and seeing Steve once a month to keep regular maintenance and try to go over all my fucked-up childhood trauma.
Avery is doing better too, both of us finally sleeping soundly after the shooting.
I pound into her, needing her to come before I can. I feel her walls tightening impossibly further, trying to milk every last drop from me as she comes, and I follow after her. Then she bends over, my cock still inside her, and kisses me. Her tongue mixes with mine, my hands running up and down her spine, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin.
“Morning,” she says with a smile on her lips as she pulls back, that brown hair tickling me as it drags across my chest.
“Morning, pretty girl.” I mirror her smile.
The sound of Roo scratching only gets louder, and I assume Avery kicked him out this morning before her ambush. She goes to get off me, my now-softened cock slipping out of her.
“Wait,” I say, grabbing her wrist and halting her movements. I sit up so my back hits the headboard and pull her to me until she is straddling me again. The green headboard rattles against the wall with the movement. I put both handson her hips, my grip tightening as the nerves threaten to choke me up. “I love you,” I breathe, staring into those baby blues and the future they hold.
