Kissed (20 page)

When he pushed a second finger in with the first, I cried out, and my head dropped back.

“You feel so soft,” he murmured against my ear. “So wet. So fucking warm. Let me inside your body. I won’t hurt you.” His fingers moved faster, harder, pushing, pulling, forcing and stretching me.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

When I came, I could see my thighs trembling, and my eyelids fluttered.

He slipped his fingers from my bottom, his cock from my pussy, and the hand that was toying with my sex moved up to my stomach. He pulled me back to his body, resting his chin on my shoulder. He bit his lower lip as he watched me. My breath was still shuddering past my lips as I inhaled and exhaled deeply.

“Lie on the floor on your stomach.”

I glanced at the image of the bed in the background of the reflection. “Do you have something against sex in bed?” I asked him.

He chuckled. “Not at all. But I want you to see what I’m doing to you.” He tapped the window in front of me, and he smirked. “You think I didn’t notice how much you enjoyed watching me fuck you in the reflection last time?”

He sat down on the floor, holding his hand up to me and pulling me down to the floor too. I lay on my stomach, parallel to the window, and he lay down on his side, his knee up as he lounged on the floor. I rested my head on my upstretched hands, facing the window and watching his reflection behind me.

He smiled at me as he touched my spine just below my neck with his index finger.

“Do you see this line?” he asked as his finger trailed down my back toward my bottom.

I nodded as I watched him.

“I love this profile,” he whispered. “Right here.” He stroked my lower back, dipping down as it swayed in and then up and over my bottom. “This is my favorite part of that line. It turns me on so fucking much.”

He leaned down, kissing my back just between my shoulder blades, and I watched as his mouth moved lower—kissing, licking, sucking against my skin. I watched every kiss, and he kept his eyes on me too, studying me as I studied him. He didn’t stop when he reached my lower back. His mouth moved lower, and he pushed up, straddling my legs and hovering over me. He moved lower, still kissing, and when he turned his head toward the window, he rested his cheek to my bottom.

“Don’t be nervous.”

“Okay.” But I
was
nervous. I was terrified.

He gripped my butt cheeks, squeezing and using his thumbs to pull them apart. I started panting when I watched him lean down, and I closed my eyes tight when his mouth touched me.

“Oh God,” I gasped out.

His tongue licked and laved, and he hummed as he wet me. It went on and on, and I listened to that incredible wet-on-wet sound his tongue made as it met my skin again and again. I eventually opened my eyes. His fingers were gripped hard into the side of my visible buttock, and his eyes watched me as his mouth worked. I whimpered when he finally pulled back and ran his thumb along his lower lip.

He pulled himself up to sit, straddling me just below my bottom, and he gripped my cheeks again, spreading them as he leaned forward and used his thumbs to press the head of his cock to my anus.

“Relax.” He glanced at me, returning his attention to his dick and my bottom quickly. And then I felt it. At first it was pressure, a soft nudge, but the nudge became insistent, and the pressure built. My body wanted to tighten, but his hands pulling my cheeks apart wouldn’t let it.

The first penetration was shallow, and he pulled back quickly as pain bit into me and burned for a moment before subsiding. The second thrust went deeper. It was a strange sensation, like being too full inside, but the feel of his flesh moving against mine, sliding in and out, was still arousing in an altogether strange way.

My brow flinched every time he moved deeper as the pain seared me and then dissipated over and over. But with every penetration, my body accepted more of him. I groaned, closing my eyes and turning my head to the floor as my insides throbbed from the fullness.

“I’m almost there, baby.” His voice was deep and warm, and I turned my head back to look at the window, meeting his eyes as his hips rocked back and forth.

He was restraining himself. I knew how he fucked. It was hard, it was rough, but at the moment, it was so controlled, and he was watching every penetration, studying the way he slid into me.

“Can you take a little bit more?”

My hands were under my head, and my nails sank into the carpet as I nodded. I wasn’t actually sure I could, but the sight of him in the reflection pushed me forward. I could see how far he was sinking into me, his hips nearly touching my bottom with every controlled thrust, and I wanted to feel his body hitting mine when he sank in all the way.

He pushed harder, and I cried out when I finally felt his front side smack into my back side.

“Oh God…” I gasped out through trembling lips.

He stilled, and his head fell back as he sat there, fully within me. I just stared at him, thinking he was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.

“You feel absolutely amazing.” He lowered his head, and his hands tightened on my bottom as he pulled nearly all the way out. When he slid back in, it was with one swift, smooth move, and I groaned. His knees were on the ground, but he was sitting with his weight on the backs of my thighs, and he started humping back and forth, in and out. I could see his thick length disappearing between my cheeks every time. I stared at the sight, shocked it was even possible for my body to do this and mesmerized by the image of it.

He was lean and strong, and I was just far enough from the window to take in the full view of what we were doing. He rocked rhythmically back and forth, and his muscles worked as he moved. His face alone was killing me. It was the need, the desire, the nearly agonized look of desperation as he humped. His stomach muscles were tightening, and he was grunting with every thrust.

When he started falling apart, he came down with his hands planted on the floor just at my armpits. His hips were moving faster, but my body had figured out how to relax against the over-full sensation, and there was nothing but pleasure left at this point, even if it was the most unusual pleasure I’d ever felt.

“Gabe… Oh God, Gabe…” He was gasping out my name. His groin smacked my bottom every time he thrust. I could see his back rounding over me as he rolled his hips under and pushed his cock deep inside me. He hit hard into my bottom, stilling deep within me and spasming as he came, and then his body crumpled around me. He ended up on his elbows, his chest heaving against my back as he struggled to regain his breath.

He kissed the back of my neck, letting his lips stay there, trembling against my skin. “Did I hurt you?” His voice was gentle.

“No.”

He pushed up to sit on the backs of my thighs again, and he gripped my bottom and parted my cheeks as he slowly pulled his hips back. He focused on what he was doing, and his mouth was open as he watched every inch of himself leave me.

He glanced at me, smiling even as a huff of exhausted breath escaped him. He collapsed beside me on the floor, and I turned my head to face him, finally detracting my claws from the carpet and resting easy again. He stared up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.

“Holy fuck,” he finally muttered.

We were silent for a minute as he breathed deeply.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired before.” He looked beyond me out the window. The slightest tinge of pink was visible, and it would be daylight soon. He smiled at me. “Come take a bath with me. Then we can close those drapes and go to bed for the day.”

I nodded as I pushed up to kneel on the floor. My back ached, and I stretched. He sat up, swiftly pulling my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I ran my hands through his hair and sighed as I let my head drop back. His palm ran slowly down my back to my bottom, and he caressed gently, even as his mouth still sucked.

He had me in the bathtub within five minutes, and I was curled up against his chest, listening to his heart beat as he stroked my back.

“Will you tell me what’s going on at school?” His voice was warm, and he sounded too tired to be having this conversation, but when I lifted my head, he was studying me intently.

I sat up, moving to the opposite end of the large soaker tub and leaning against the back as he pulled my feet onto his lap.

“I’m really behind in…everything.” I looked away, gnawing on the inside of my lip for a moment. “My reading, assignments, papers, tests, all of it. I rarely go to class anymore. I lost my scholarship last year. I’m on academic probation, and I…” My voice cracked, and I blew out a calming breath. “I don’t know how to fix it anymore.” I shook my head. “I just can’t seem to do the things I know I’m supposed to do.” I glanced at him and then looked away again. “I used to be able to…” My voice trailed off.

His fingers gently kneaded the bottoms of my feet. “I think you’re punishing yourself,” he said quietly.

“I don’t…” But then I realized I couldn’t argue with that.

He smiled gently as he cocked his head to the side. “You don’t think you deserve what’s best, so you destroy it to hurt yourself. It’s funny how much a person can want to escape pain but be the cause of it. You hurt yourself, even as you crave happiness.” He shrugged. “It’s the cyclical nature of self-destructive tendencies.”

I smiled weakly. “That’s probably in one of those text books I’m supposed to be reading.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.” He watched me for a moment before he pulled my feet apart and moved toward me. He spread my legs, and I wrapped them around him as he lowered his head to my shoulder. He kissed the side of my neck. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. “We’ll get you back on track.”

I nodded. I wasn’t really sure that was possible at this point, but it was still nice to hear. I closed my eyes, ignoring the tear that ran down my cheek.

He gave me a toothbrush to use once we were finished bathing, and he stood at the sink next to me brushing his teeth as I did too. I followed him back to the bedroom, and the sky had lightened to a dusky blue. He closed the thick curtains, thrusting us back into darkness, and he pulled me into his arms once we were in bed.

His hand traveled down my back to my bottom, and his fingers delved between my cheeks. His fingertips gently ran over the spot that was aching, and he stroked that skin softly.

“Are you sore?”

“Yes.”

“Final verdict?”

I laughed quietly. “Strangely incredible.”

He hummed, and his arms tightened around me.

I closed my eyes, and I was out.

* * * *

“Wake up.” He ran his finger down the side of my ear.

I closed my eyes tightly. He’d been up for nearly thirty minutes. I knew that; I was just refusing to acknowledge it was time to wake up. I’d listened to the shower run when he was in the bathroom, and I’d closed my eyes tightly when he pulled the curtains open, and now I was ignoring his warm, deep voice and the touch of his finger.

“Wake up,” he said again, and this time it was his tongue traveling the side of my ear.

I whimpered. “I don’t want to. It’s too early.”

“It’s noon.”

“I hate noon.” I pulled the pillow over my head as he laughed at me.

“Your ostrich-style defenses are impressive, Gabe, but we really do need to talk about school some more.”

I finally peeked out from under the pillow. He was lying on his back beside me, staring up at the ceiling. When he glanced over and caught me looking at him, he pushed up to lounge on his elbow.

I finally sat up, kneeling and settling back on my calves. He was naked and already fully aroused. He glanced between my legs, and his nostrils flared.

“Flash that sweet little pussy at me like that and I might have to stick my cock in it, and then where would we be?”

“Um…having more fun than we’ll be having talking about school.”

He cocked his head to the side, and I sighed as I closed my legs.

“So you’re too far behind to get caught up on your own?”

I nodded, looking down at my lap to hide the warmth in my cheeks. “It’s beyond that point.”

“It’s okay.” He reached for my chin, tilting my face up to look at him. “It’s okay,” he said again. “Do you have online access to your school? Can you get to your professors’ phone numbers and email addresses?”

I nodded, already biting my lip nervously. “Yes. Everything is posted out there.”

“Syllabi too?”

“Yes.”

“How many classes?”

“Four. Three of them are three credit hours, and one is four.”

He nodded, sitting up and slinging his arms casually across his knees. “I think you need to start by reaching out to each of your professors. By phone preferably. I would only use email if you absolutely have to. I would explain the situation as honestly as you can without going into too much detail. They don’t need to fully understand what’s been going on in your life, only that you’ve been going through a difficult time and you’re trying very hard to get back on track.”

I nodded, but my heart was racing.

“Can you do that?”

I took a deep breath. “Yeah.”

He smiled at me, sitting up closer and brushing my hair away from my forehead. “Call the first professor, and I’ll suck on your nipples for a while.”

My lips pulled up at that, and I hummed.

“Call the second and I’ll fuck you with my fingers.”

I bit my lip in response to that one.

“Call the third, and I’ll lick your clit until you come.” He leaned down to my shoulder, biting me, and then he kissed his way up to my ear. “Call the fourth, and I’ll slide my hard cock deep into that tight little pussy of yours and I’ll fuck you until you come again.” He leaned back, studying my face.

My cheeks were still warm, but at least it wasn’t embarrassment now. “Out of curiosity, what happens if I don’t call any of them?”

He chuckled, even as he ran his hand over his erection. I glanced down, watching as he stroked.

“I’ll shove my cock up your ass again.” He hopped up before I could respond and walked toward the bathroom.

“I don’t think I could handle that again just yet,” I called after him. I knew I couldn’t. I was still sore from that bit of fun.