Kayden: The Past (5 page)

I slid my finger inside. “Ouch,” she moaned.

“Shhh, baby. It’ll be good. Relax a little bit.” I stilled my finger inside her allowing her body time to adjust as I continued to pound her pussy relentlessly. Her moans grew louder with each thrust, and I took it as the green light to move my thumb inside her. As my body slammed into her, it forced my thumb to go deeper.

“Oh God, yes.” Her face was sideways in the carpet; her eyes half open and her eyeballs rolled back in her head. I held her hip, gripping tightly as my orgasm neared. I dug my fingertips into her ass, thumb firmly rooted, and laid my body across her back. My fingers trailed a path across her body to her clit. I rubbed it in a circular motion, feeling her pussy convulse around my cock. “Yes, fuck yes,” she wailed. I kept the pressure firm, but not too hard as my balls tightened, and my cock grew harder on the peak of release. When her body became slack from complete relaxation and ecstasy, I reached up and grabbed her hair. She was my captive in this moment and my mercy. I fisted her hair and pulled her to me bending her neck back unable to see her face.

My release was so intense that my body shuddered and convulsed from the sensation. Drool dripped out of my mouth and onto her back, but I didn’t give a fuck in that moment. I rested my forehead against her spine and waited for my cock to stop twitching inside her tight post-spasm core. Our bodies were both slick from sweat, and my skin glided across her as I caught my breath.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” I said kissing her spine.

“Mind blowing,” she whispered into the carpet. I sat up and stared at her body as she laid there still with her ass in the air. I pulled my thumb out slowly. “Ouch,” she said.

“Sorry, babe. Did I hurt you?” I asked.

“Just for a second, but damn, that shit rocked my world; No one has ever done that to me before,” she said wiping her lips as she pulled herself up on her elbow.

“Good, cause I want to put more than my thumb in there.” I rubbed my palm across her ass feeling the softness and a world of possibilities. “Now, go pick out my clothes,” I said as I smacked her ass.

“What if I don’t?” she asked.

“Then I’ll shove my cock in that tight pretty ass hole of yours.” I never saw a human move as quick, as she shot up from the carpet and was standing up within what seemed like a second.

“Fuck that. That shit is not fitting in there. Ever.” She started to walk away and pulled down her skirt which had made its way up to her ribs during the floor pounding I just gave her.

“It will,” I said smiling as she walked down the hallway towards my bedroom.

Bridget picked out a dress shirt, tie, and dress pants for me to wear to the party. The party wasn’t going to be a casual affair. It was best though, since I was looking to impress her father and not look like I was heading out to fish for the day with the guys. Her parents’ home was large and sat in a very exclusive subdivision in the area. It was nothing like the home I grew up in as a child.

The large grand staircase was the most noticeable structure when we entered the grand foyer – outlined in black wrought iron with an intricate design featuring an O at the center. The O was the first letter to the family name, a sense of pride was evident. People were milling around drinking champagne while classical music filled the air. I instantly felt hot and uncomfortable. “Can I grab a drink?” I asked.

“Yeah sweetie, go on into the kitchen unless you want champagne.”

“I’ll go grab something else and come find you in a few minutes,” I said kissing her on the cheek.

“I’ll be out back; I’m sure that’s where my parents are. Let me go warm them up a bit.”

“Good idea. I’ll find you in a couple minutes.”

“Don’t be long,” she said as she walked away slowly pulling away from my hands until only our fingertips touched. She hooked her fingertips with mine and gave me a smile before breaking the connection.

She turned around and walked away. I stood there watching her walk through the room and stop to greet and kiss various people.
What the fuck am I doing here?
I was so out of my league. I was a poor kid from a split family who worked as a salesman. She was a rich girl who wouldn’t get Daddy’s approval when it came to me.

I walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the hired help. They were filling champagne glasses and small silver trays with appetizers to hand out to the guests. “Where can I get a beer?” I asked.

The room became quiet as a number of people stopped what they were doing to look at me, to see who wanted a beer in this home filled with caviar dreams. “Beer?” one man asked.

“Yes, sir. Just a plain old beer.”

“Let me look for you, sir,” he responded and walked to the fridge searching through the contents for my drink of choice.

“Ah, I found a couple tucked away in the back,” he said as his body became visible again from the other side of the door. He held out the beer for me, but I looked at it funny. It wasn’t a beer that I had ever heard of before; I was used to Bud or Natty Light. It was an imported European beer with a name I couldn’t read or pronounce. “Let me get you a glass, sir. The family would frown upon you walking around drinking out of a bottle.”

“Lord forbid.” I popped the top and took a large swig of the cool liquid. I’m sure if was pricey, but it tasted like any other beer I’ve ever had in my life. I just wanted something cool and wet, still thirsty from our earlier activities. I took the glass, emptying the contents of the bottle into the beautifully crafted silver vessel. At my mom’s, I’d be lucky to find a clean plastic cup with Batman half worn off to pour my drink into. “Thank you.”

I walked through the crowd and sipped my beer before finally finding my way to the backyard. I spotted Bridget with her parents standing near the pool. She must have been talking about me by the posture of her father. I approached slowly trying to overhear the conversation, but not draw too much attention to myself.

“Daddy, this is Kayden,” she said smiling and pointing in my direction as I approached. Her father hated me from the moment he laid eyes on me; he didn’t have to say the words, but I could tell by the way he looked at me. He studied my face before eyeing my outfit through critical eyes.

I held out my hand to shake his hand, “Hello, sir.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Kayden.” He didn’t shake my hand, but held his daughter a little closer and looked away from me. Bridget didn’t seem to notice the unfriendly welcome that I received, or she was used to such a welcome by her father.

“I’m going to go greet the guests, baby girl. Find your sister; she’s here somewhere.” He kissed her on the top of her head before smiling at me and walking away.

“Well, that didn’t go quite like I’d hoped.”

She walked towards me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I’m sorry, Kayden. He’s just a little over protective of me. He’ll warm up to you.”

“Maybe someday, baby,” I said as I grabbed her face lifting her lips towards mine. I kissed her lips gently, not wanting to get carried away in front of the entire family. They didn’t look like the crowd that enjoyed public displays of affection.

I’d like to say that the relationship between her father and I progressed and a mutual respect formed over the years we dated, but it NEVER happened. I would never be good enough for his baby girl. He made it clear that I wasn’t the type of person he saw her with in the future, and I didn’t have the ability to give her the financial security she deserved. Money’s great, but love’s more important. Love is the foundation that all else teeters on, the great precipice that can bring you happiness or total torture.

The Plunge and Fall ~ Bridget

Our lives became intertwined; we were a unit, and it was time to take the next step. All of my friends were planning weddings or having babies, and it felt right. Bridget had all the qualities I wanted in a woman. She has a heart of gold, beautiful, funny, ready to party, fucking mind-blowing in bed, sucked cock like a pro, and never judged me.

Her father was the only obstacle that stood in my way. I thought that someday I’d ask for a girl’s hand in marriage, but I knew with Bridget, it would be pointless. Her father would never give me the green light; he’d never welcome me with open arms. I knew that Bridget loved me and told me time and time again that nothing her dad said could ever change that fact. I’d skip asking him permission and ask the one person that mattered in the actual decision, Bridget.

I couldn’t make the proposal simple; most girls would be happy with simple, but Bridget would require a grand display of affection and commitment. Her family and friends would judge me based not only on the way I proposed but also by the ring I buy her. I spent weeks looking at diamonds, learning the ins and outs. I learned about the three C’s, cut, clarity, and color. I knew as a salesman that the price on the item wasn’t final, and I’d be able to get her a decent ring based on the amount of money I had to spend.

I found a ring that would suit her, please her, and not make her embarrassed to show her friends and family. I would spend over four months’ worth of pay on the clear little stone, and I wanted it to be drop dead gorgeous, just like Bridget. The one point five carat princess cut diamond with only slight imperfections would be stunning on her long thin fingers. I didn’t opt for the traditional yellow gold, but had it placed in a white gold band. I wanted the diamond to be the show stopper, nothing else to decorate or draw the eye away from the main attraction.

I spent more time thinking of how to propose than I did on picking out the ring she would wear during her lifetime. Every time I thought of the perfect setting, I always talked myself out of it, deciding it wasn’t good enough.  The only thing that kept popping in my head was our upcoming trip to New York City. We’d be there for New Year’s Eve to watch the ball drop in Times Square. We were leaving tomorrow, New Year’s Eve morning, and I couldn’t wait any longer to ask her. I didn’t want to waste another moment as just boyfriend and girlfriend; I wanted to call her my fiancé.

I barely slept; my mind tormented by the thought of flying and proposing to Bridget without fucking it up. You only get engaged once and can’t ever take that moment back. I crawled out of bed as soon as the sun peeked over the horizon. Our flight was early, and I dragged our bags outside and threw them in the trunk of her car. I had the little black box in my coat pocket, not wanting to take the chance of my bag getting lost with the precious cargo inside. I waited on the sofa for Bridget to finish making herself perfect. She was naturally beautiful and didn’t need to put on as much make-up as she did. I love her for everything she is and not her false beauty. Time ticked away slowly; my palms were sweaty, and I felt flush.

“Bridget, come on babe, we’re going to miss our flight,” I yelled from the living room.

“One more second,” she yelled back.

I walked around making sure all the windows were locked, and everything was off in the house. Bridget finally made an appearance looking as beautiful as she always does. Her hair was fluffed just perfectly. She wore a long cream-colored clingy sweater and tight blue jeans with boots. “You look beautiful, Bridget.”

She approached me with a lop-sided grin and stood on her tippy toes, reaching up to kiss my lips, “I love you, Kayden.” My heart skipped a beat with her words.

New York City greeted us with its crowds, noise, and a party atmosphere. The taxi driver had a hard time navigating the streets with the sea of people and street closures for tonight’s festivities. We checked in and threw our bags down, both falling on the bed in exhaustion. “Just five minutes,” she said as I stroked her hair. I closed my eyes relishing the feel of her warm body pressed up against mine, not looking forward to the hours in the freezing New York winter air.

Fingers were running through my hair and woke me from my dream of a beach with rolling waves and Bridget at my side. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We have to get ready and head to Times Square. Come on, baby.” Her words made my heart jump and start beating at a feverish pace remembering where I am and what the night held for us both. “I love your hair,” she said as she played with my hair that had fallen across my forehead.

“Let’s go, beautiful.” I crawled off the bed, grabbed a beer from the mini-bar and waited for Bridget to winterize herself.

We stopped at a liquor store and grabbed a bottle of Champagne to crack open at midnight to celebrate the New Year and our engagement. I held Bridget’s hand tight as we walked through the endless mass of people gathered in the streets, drinking and celebrating hours before the ball dropped. At times, I only had a grasp of her fingertips, but I made sure never to lose her. I’d never fucking find her in this mess.