Wishes (8 page)

Speaking of bones, Kennedy was very aware of Graham’s enormous erection poking her abdomen, the water from the shower making it slip and slide against her. She reached up to her hair to rinse the conditioner and lubed her hands with it. When she stroked Graham from base to head, he hissed and hardened even more. She swept her thumb over the slit and then followed the vein pulsing along the shaft, squeezing the base with her other hand. It was satisfying to feel him rise on the balls of his feet.

“This is the fifteen percent, Kennedy,” he gritted out. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

Kennedy ignored him and rinsed him with her hands, gently stroking. She dropped to her knees and enveloped him in her mouth, amazed that she couldn’t take all of him, although she tried. She sucked him and used her tongue in unpredictable motions, concentrating on relaxing her throat so that she could take more of him. She tried everything she had covertly read in those risqué women’s magazines. He slid his hands through her wet hair and began to guide her head.

Kennedy fought to swallow everything Graham gave her. She hadn’t thought about him coming in her mouth. It just felt natural. But she wasn’t prepared for the volume and the heat. He tasted salty and earthy, and she liked his flavor. There had to be a first time for everything, but he didn’t need to know that. His head was big enough.
Oh, bad pun, Kennedy.
She rested her head on his thigh and caught her breath.

* * * *

Graham reached down and tugged her to her feet, bending to crush her mouth with his. He was a goner. He was whipped. He was all those trite sayings men said about other men. Well, those men were just jealous or didn’t know what they were missing. He tasted himself in Kennedy’s mouth, something he hadn’t done before despite the variety of sexual things he had done with women over the years. Their essences blended together like the finest whiskey. And now he was getting poetic. Jesus. He had looked down at Kennedy blowing him. He had wanted to stand in front of her, her on her knees on the bed, her hands tied behind her, so that he could teach her how to blow him the way he liked it. But damned if she hadn’t gainsaid him, and he liked it and her style. She had been so focused on him, and her mouth was really talented. Graham had fought coming with everything he had. He hadn’t been sure about letting her have control despite how good it felt. He worried that she was so little and had to stretch her back and neck up so high to take him. The bed would have made it easier for her. Then she had sucked him to the back of her throat and gulped. His balls had drawn up, and he shot down her throat in never ending streams without warning. Fuck! Where had that come from?

“Graham,” she whispered against his lips. “I have to get some sleep. I have a job interview in the morning, and it will take some doing to make myself look presentable.”

Graham snapped into Dom mode. He glared down at her beneath the now cooling spray of the shower. “You won’t ever put yourself down, Kennedy. You challenge my opinion of you when you do that.”

Kennedy pushed at him. “Get over yourself, Graham. I’m talking about paring my burn down to a dull glow instead of looking like an idiot who doesn’t have enough sense to come out of the sun.”

She had done it again. He was chagrined at his assumption. Kennedy was full of self-confidence. She knew and accepted her imperfections without obsessing over them. He’d nailed it when he complimented her resilience and strength. Still, he felt the masculine need to bluster.

“Just know that I’ll redden your ass if you indulge in self-deprecation.”

The little minx stuck her tongue out at him and hopped out of the shower quicker than he could imagine. He threw the curtain open, but she had already grabbed a towel and escaped. Graham hurried after her and took her down to the bed from behind, smacking her wet bottom as he did so. Kennedy shrieked in outrage and tried to buck him off. As if. He quelled her struggles with his weight and pushed his hardening cock between her ass cheeks, smiling as she immediately stilled.

“I’m going to fuck this nice little ass, Kennedy.” He growled. He waited, hoping he wasn’t wrong, that she was aroused and not opposed to the idea.

“Not without making sure I can take you, you big knucklehead,” she replied.

“Name calling, honey,” he told her, “gets five. And I’m keeping track of your cursing, too.”

“Bullshit, Graham,” she jibed. “You just want a reason to spank me because you like it and it gets you hard. Now get off me. I can’t breathe.”

Graham rolled off of her and pulled her on top of him. He held her head in his hands, enjoying the silky ropes of her hair sliding through his fingers. “You like to be spanked, Kennedy, so who’s bullshitting who?”

He watched her eyes darken to that tawny gold he attributed to arousal.

“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.”

Graham was up with her in his arms and had her over his lap in an instant. He gave her seven hard smacks and then shoved a finger up her. Wet. Really wet. He flipped her onto the bed, pulled her up onto her hands and knees, and plunged into her pussy from behind, this time without pause, loving her gasp as she accommodated him. He pushed on her back to flatten her chest against the mattress and slipped a finger between them to use her juices as a lubricant. He had nothing with him and doubted his little honey had lube. Maybe baby oil, but he couldn’t wait. He circled his wet finger around her rosebud opening, and she clenched on his cock. Her breathing escalated, too. He pushed a little, and his fingertip slid inside. He left it there for a bit before steadily pushing in. He got to his first knuckle before she tensed, and he immediately stopped.

“Relax, Kennedy, and push back on me,” he urged. “That’s my girl, just a little harder.”

Graham knew from experience that Kennedy would have a hard time processing the feelings his finger creating in her ass. She would want it out, but she would want it deeper. She was relaxing and pushing back at the same time now and clenching on him, and his cock was swelling to meet it. Graham slowly slid his finger out and then back in. In and out.

“You’re a natural at this, too, baby,” he crooned above her, “a terrific mouth, hot pussy, and now an ass that just loves to be fucked.”

“Do something,” she choked out. “Move or fuck me or something.”

Graham chuckled. He would buy Kennedy her own glass plugs. He liked to see everything when he inserted a plug, and some of the new plugs were hollow, too, and could be filled with water of any temperature. If Kennedy liked anal play, then he would be really happy to accommodate her. And he’d buy lots of lube, too. In the meantime, he needed to fuck her and let her sleep. While he knew a job would cut into their time together, she needed to work, just as he did. Well, he really didn’t, but that was something he didn’t share or think about. As he withdrew his finger to her protests, it struck him that Kennedy might not be totally accepting of his job. Well, he’d give up the sex in any event, and they would figure out the rest.

The blowjob had taken the edge off, and Graham was able to settle in for a long ride. He pumped and thrust against Kennedy’s whimpers and moans, memorizing every clasp and slide of her tight channel. He worshipped the lovely length of her back and the soft round buttocks bumping his pelvis. He pulled her up and held her against his chest, looping her arms around his neck and helping her lock her fingers together to hold her in place. The angle let him touch her G-spot and gave him access to her breasts. He pinched and pulled the nipples until she whimpered in protest against the sensation, and bit down on her shoulder just where her neck joined. The dresser mirror reflected the most erotic scene. Kennedy was stretched and bowed back against him, her breasts lifted for his touch, her neck arched, her mouth partly open, and her eyes shut tightly. He could see where they joined, and it pushed his control as he saw the glistening of her sex as his cock slid in and out of his view up inside her. She would look even more beautiful when her pubic curls were gone and he would be able to see her clit. Graham finally leaned forward and thrust hard, reaching around to push and squeeze Kennedy’s hard nub. He roared his release just as she went over, and he collapsed beside her, his cock sliding out in a great gush of liquid that soaked her thighs and dripped to the sheet.

Holy crap. No condom. What had be been thinking? He never, ever fucked without coverage except in that one previous relationship. He was in a business that was highly vigilant about the spread of STDs, let alone making babies. She was going to kill him.

“Kennedy?” he said, carefully.

“Mmmm?”

“Honey?”

“Go away, Graham. Sleep,” she mumbled, never stirring from her near-crouching position, just as he had left her.

“Kennedy, honey, are you on birth control?”

“Uh-huh.” And there followed a little snore, more like a breathy inhalation.

Thank God. Graham had just gotten used to finding the love of his life. He couldn’t even think past that. Although Kennedy’s baby would probably look like the two of them, maybe with her terrific eyes and his blond hair. Dark hair and gray eyes would be cool, too. What the fuck? Stop right now. She’d have a girl and the two of them would make him crazy. And why the hell was she on birth control? She hadn’t had sex for over a year and a half, probably longer because you couldn’t count what that asshole did to her. He wanted to wake her up and ask, but he’d sulk on it and wait until morning.

Chapter Five

Kennedy woke to Graham’s mouth on her breast. The man was like the freaking ever-ready bunny. She wasn’t a morning person, and a quick glance at the alarm clock had her pushing him away to slide off the bed and scuttle into the bathroom. Good God. Her hair had dried every which way and she had love marks all over her torso and neck. Son of a bitch. Her face glowed like a sunset, and she felt puffy. There was dried semen from her pussy to her knees. She was going to talk to that man about using condoms. He fucked other women for a living after all. Holy crap. She was a train wreck and had a job interview in just over an hour, and she’d finally just thought about
his
actual job
? She jumped into the shower, but not before locking the bathroom door. Graham would probably want to bang her in the shower or something, and she was so late. She raced through her ablutions and wrapped up in towels before throwing the door open. Graham stood there looking supremely pissed. Too bad for him. Kennedy zigged and zagged and managed to slip under his arm and make it to the bedroom before he had a chance to touch her or even open his mouth. She knew he had followed her to the bedroom, but she was on a mission. Her closet awaited, and she hoped she could find something to cover the evidence of a night of debauchery.

“Kennedy.” Graham’s voice had that dark timbre she was beginning to associate with his Dom side.

“I’m late, Graham, and I really like my space in the morning,” she advised. “Besides, you are causing me no end of problems.”

To her surprise, Graham sat on the bed, gloriously naked, his cock jutting up and tapping his belly. For a moment Kennedy was mesmerized then tore her attention away and turned it back on sorting through her closet.

“I’m causing you problems?” he asked, very quietly.

“Graham, we don’t even know one another, and our habits and stuff are going to take time to discuss, time I don’t have at the moment,” she said, tossing a white blouse and gray pencil skirt over her shoulder. Nope, the material was too heavy for this weather. Maybe the blouse with the A-line flowered skirt. Good to go. There were open-toed pumps in a blue that would pick up the colors in the skirt somewhere in her closet.

Graham watched as she shimmied into an underwire bra and matching boy shorts. Then he reached out and hauled her onto his lap.

Kennedy put her nose to his. “Graham, please. I have less than an hour to get ready and get to my interview.”

“Why are you on birth control?”

Kennedy stared at him in amazement. “What?”

“Why are you on birth control?”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Graham.” She huffed. “I’ve been on the Pill on and off for years to regulate my cycle.” She stopped and pulled back to examine his face.

“You’re jealous,” she stated. “Well, buddy, if I was fucking somebody else, I can assure you that you wouldn’t be in my bedroom. I told you earlier. Now back off. And I still want you to use condoms until we talk about your job.”