Page 23 of Boxer Next Door

I took in a shaky breath, nodding. My hands slid off him, and he leaned back so he could see what I was doing. The blouse was an expensive one, with tiny, pearl buttons that were frustrating to take off with how my fingers fumbled, because I was still trembling from arousal. If I’d let him touch it, he’d probably have ripped it, and I would have regretted it later.

“How are you still this composed?” I grumbled, the blouse only halfway done. “I’m barely keeping it together here.”

“Don’t pout. It’s not like I’m completely in control here, either. I’m trying so hard not to ravish you right now, Lydia.”

His voice dropped when he said my name, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I glanced up and met his eyes, my fingers freezing for a moment. His eyes practically blazed at me, dark and unblinking. I sucked in another breath and looked down, working faster to get off my buttons. Then, I slid the blouse off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

I didn’t wait for him to make the first move this time, leaning forward to take his lips, my arms wrapping back around his neck. His fingers flexed against my thighs, but he never removed them. After a particularly long, wet kiss, we stopped again.

“I’d rather not do this on my kitchen counter.” The words were out of my mouth before I could call them back, and though my face was already warm, I could feel my cheeks flush.

Ken was surprised, then he grinned at me. “What exactly do you mean?”

I pouted. “It’s unhygienic, okay? And I’d like a softer surface, please.”

It was my first time in a while, after all. I didn’t want to have to think of how cold, or how hard, the kitchen counter was as he took me. Ken didn’t tease me further. He pecked a kiss on the tip of my nose; then his arms were around my waist again. Guessing what he was going to do, I wrapped my limbs around him, and he carried me over to the couch. He lay me down across it, leaning above me with one of his legs on the floor and the other on the couch.

“How slow do you want to go?” he asked, voice strained as he ran his hands up and down my thighs. “I’m about at my limit, here.”

“Me, too,” I admitted. I avoided his eyes, instead I ran my hands down his chest.

Ken leaned down and pressed kisses along the side of my face, making me sigh and slide my eyes closed, tilting my head back against the couch. He kissed down my neck, to my chest. His hands finally moved from my thighs, sliding up my sides, then around, so he was cupping my breasts. Even through my bra, it felt good to be touched there, and I gasped, arching my back and pressing my breasts further into his palms.

“Can I take this off?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said immediately. “You don’t have to ask. But you’re stripping, too.”

He grinned at me and righted himself. He slid off his jacket, then took the hem of his t-shirt with both hands and stripped it off. Freely ogling and feeling greedy, I smoothed my fingers down his chest and abs, tracing the outline of the tattoo I’d wondered about. Black tribal art ran the span just below his collar bones, spears I had to assume. My fingers continued down and I paused when I grazed his nipples and he groaned in response. I didn’t know men could be sensitive there, but Ken really seemed to like it, so I did it again, only this time he growled low in his throat.

Ken had to get off the couch to strip off his pants and boxers, and I shifted to sit up so I could watch. I pushed off the rest of my clothes and fell back against the couch to look up at him, his legs caught between mine as I stared up at him. Ken’s body was beautiful, a work of art that he had sculpted into perfection. I could feel my lips part as my eyes went lower, down to that part of him that I wanted the most right now. Our gazes locked and Ken knelt down in front of me, his knees settled between my thighs as he ran his fingers along the outer edge of my thighs.

Both naked, Ken tugged until I was right at the edge of the cushions, slumping in the seat, but at just the right angle now. My eyes drifted down of their own accord, and I could feel my insides tighten at the sight of his cock; long, thick and hard, and pointed right at me. He pressed himself into my wet heat and my hips moved of their own accord, causing friction for both of us. I couldn’t wait, I didn’t want to wait, and I groaned in frustration. He noticed where I was staring and gave me a dirty laugh that had me staring at him defiantly with a challenge. Fuck me or get off. He covered the space between us to give me a quick kiss, his hands pushing my legs up and out.

“Tell me if this hurts,” he instructed. Then, I felt the soft, silky heat of him as he poised at my entrance, and his lips found mine just as he thrust into me.

I gasped quietly as he filled me, my hands moving to his shoulders for something to hold onto, my body wracked with shivers as he inched his cock inside of me.

It had been too long, and he was big, so it was a bit tight. He took his time, pulling out and working back into me slowly until he bottomed out. He paused for a few seconds so we could both catch our breaths, then he started moving slowly. I looked up at his face, his eyes closed as he concentrated on me, and I felt a deep satisfaction at just how lost he looked.

I moaned his name as he moved within me, distracting me from every thought except the deep ache that was now turning into pleasure.

Ken leaned over me to kiss my hot lips, teasing me with playful little swipes until I put my hands behind his neck to hold him still. He gave a low chuckle and moved down my neck. When he found my breast, he licked a circle around my tight nipple, before flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue. Heat shot down to my very core and I gasped as he did it again. Then he took me into his mouth and sucked. I shuddered, my hands flexing as I whimpered.

He’d paused as he gave his attention to my nipple, but I couldn’t hold my body still. I flexed my hips on his cock, stirring the pleasure that had started out as little more than a beautiful ache but was now a consuming inferno. I whimpered in loss as he moved away from my nipple but sighed as he did the same for my other breast, and alternated between them, teasing me, driving me wild as I fucked myself with his cock.

“You’re amazing,” I heard him whisper as I moved against him and I looked down to see him watching me.

I knew my cheeks must be flushed, my hair as wild as I knew my eyes must be, but he looked fascinated, caught by something beautiful he didn’t want to look away from. I was about to speak when I felt his hips thrust back at me, and he increased his pace. His long, deep strokes became short and shallow as he picked up speed and strength. He knew instinctively what I wanted, what I needed, and gave it to me gladly.

I wanted his mouth so I could muffle the sounds coming out of my own, but he’d pushed up, his hands digging into my hips where he held me tight as he fucked into me, over and over. I wanted to lose myself in him, I wanted to scream his name, but my son was upstairs, and I tried to gasp out what should have been wild shrieks of pleasure.

He circled his hips, his cock hitting my walls just the right way to have my back bowing and my hips dancing against his. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out. Bryson was a heavy sleeper, but I didn’t want my screaming to wake him up. There was no way I could explain this to him.

Ken’s arms wrapped around my back, holding my body to his as he fucked me just a little bit harder, just a little bit faster, leaving me gasping with every thrust. Finally, he was done playing with me, and I gratefully groaned into his mouth as he kissed me. In my position, I could hardly move, so I just hung on for the ride, and damn, was it beautiful.

I squeezed my limbs around him when I knew I was close, my insides starting to convulse around his cock. Ken bit down on my lip with a moan as he felt my slow pulses clasp my walls around him, and he moved even faster, his rhythm going erratic as he moved against me. I poured moans and whimpers and pants into his mouth as he drove me higher and over the edge into so much more.

“Ken…”