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Twenty
Kalen
Jolted awake, I stared into moonlit eyes. They sparkled with wicked intention.
“Lass, you’re back.”
She nodded and crawled between my legs, pulling the fabric of the sheets down from my body. She had an agenda and my dick jumped on board. Her tongue flicked from her mouth and slowly wet her parted lips.
All the blood left my extremities, heading to where all my goals would be met. My mind wavered, wondering how she’d gotten in. When the sheet cleared my cock for takeoff, I didn’t care how she got in. I was just glad she was here.
A bead of pre-cum dotted my dick, letting her know just what spot needed her immediate attention. Bailey was always good at following directions, even unsaid ones. Her pink tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked after the trail until she captured the drop.
As shadowy as my room was, her eyes were bright and wide on me. The combination of her stare and her mouth on me caused a few more drops to form at the summit of my erection.
She gave me a grin, reminding me how good she was at blowjobs and keeping the grazing of teeth to a minimum. Only ever enough to cause pleasure and not pain. With hollowed cheeks, she used suction on the crown of my arousal like a champ. She deserved a fucking prize. Whatever she wanted, she just had to ask.
“Fuck, lass. I need to be inside you.”
Her head nodded slightly, sending the dark blaze of her hair cascading around her shoulders. I reached out with a hand to tug her to me, needing to taste her mouth. Having her here meant nights without her would forever be at an end. I wouldn’t let her go this time. Screw the lawyers; they’d have to figure out a way around it.
When she maneuvered to a kneeling position, I finally got a view of her beautiful breasts. They swayed with nipples pebbled, awaiting my hungry mouth. There was no way I wasn’t getting a handful. When I reached out, she leaned back again, shaking her head silently.
“Why, lass? Why won’t you let me touch you?”
No answer, only another shake of her head. When she raised up to position my cock at her entrance, I forgot it all. Need consumed all thoughts. It was more important than anything else. If she wanted to control this encounter, I’d let her.
The glide down my length was a tight-fisted pressure. I wanted to grip her hips and control the pace. But again, she wouldn’t let me touch her, which was its own sweet torture. The idea of being tied up started to give new meaning in my mind. Next time, she would be the one forced to feel and not touch.
Her hips rose and fell in a rhythm that meant I wouldn’t last. “Lass, you’re going to have to slow down if you don’t want me to come.” It had been too long with me not inside her for me to hold on much longer.
She leaned forward, causing her breasts to tempt me, right in front of my face yet just out of reach. Her hips continued to twist and ride me with precision. “Are you ready, lass?”
Her head dropped, and her hair fanned in front of her, causing a curtain to hide her face. After swiveling her hips a few more times, she threw back her head and stared me in the face. My hands fisted the sheet, trying hard to respect her desire for me not to touch her.
When her sheath fisted around me and her head nodded, I was past the point of no return. “Come with me,” I pleaded with readiness as my balls tightened in the final stages of release.
I jerked awake when hot streams jetted onto my chest. My breathing labored while my hand continued to pump my release as the dream of Bailey faded far too quickly for my liking.
My emotions roiled. I wasn’t sure if I was satisfied or pissed off. I hadn’t had a wet dream since my early teens. I hopped out of bed and strode to my bathroom, needing a shower. I’d never allowed a woman to hold me prisoner by the balls the way Bailey did. This would end tonight, one way or another.
Twenty-One
After walking back to the schoolhouse, reconciling the community’s books turned out to be a great distraction. Everything was in order as expected. By nightfall, I headed to Violet’s.
When I entered, Turner and Steven were sitting at the table as Vi worked on dinner. My eyes locked with Turner’s and my stomach did funny things.
It wasn’t as though I’d forgotten Kalen. I just remembered Turner and all his sugar and spice that made everything nice for me growing up.
He stood, stepping over the bench to stand before me.
“I want to finish what we started before,” he whispered into my ear, causing me to blush.
