ONLY FOR LOVE, page 24
part #1 of Only For #2 Series
“Night is still young,” he teases and his hand grips mine on his cock. “Get a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” I blurt suddenly, “and I’m clean. I got tested monthly after...well, you know. Besides, it’s been a while before that. Seems since I wasn’t getting pregnant, there was no use in us being intimate.”
“Have I mentioned he’s a fucking idiot?” he deadpans, and I can’t help but laugh as his hand comes up to hold my jaw while he kisses me. His tongue is on mine and I can taste myself on his lips and hungrily suck his tongue into my mouth. His hand falls from my chin and, in a blink of an eye, I am on my knees, my chest on the bed, and his mouth is now buried between my legs. I close my eyes, feeling his warm, soft tongue slide into me and I push back at him, hoping to get it deeper inside me. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I throw over my shoulder, “like you have never fucked anyone before.” He moves my hips back a bit, getting up. He holds his cock in his hand and I feel it rub up and down my slit. He puts one of his feet on the bed beside my knee. He teases me as he rubs it up and then stops to slip it in, for just a split second, before continuing back to my clit, where he rubs it with the tip of his cock. “My whole body feels like it’s on fire.”
“Good,” he says right before he slides his cock into me and the feeling of fullness overwhelms me. He puts his hand at the base of my back and pulls me away from him and then back to him, making me move to fuck him. He doesn’t move, never burying himself fully inside me. Just stopping midway and then pulling back out. I get up on my hands and twist to look behind me and his eyes are fixated on his cock sliding into me.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, semi-frustrated, semi-ready to push him down and ride his cock, taking what I want.
“I’m watching your pussy swallow my cock.” He doesn’t even look up at me while he tells me this.
“Well, my pussy would like a good—” I don’t say another word because he slams into me and I swear I think I see either stars or the lights of heaven. The jolt rushes right through me and I can’t help but orgasm all around his cock. He doesn’t even give me a second before he’s pulling out and slamming in again, over and over. My moans and the sound of skin slapping skin fill the room as my hands grip the sheets to try to hold on before he fucks me off the bed. “Is that all you’ve got?” I bite down on my bottom lip and he leans forward, taking each of my tits in his hands and pulling me back on his cock. Kirby has lost control. I’ve made him lose control.
“If I fuck you any harder—” he grits between clenched teeth.
“If you fuck me any harder,” I can barely say, his cock hitting the sweet spot over and over, “I’ll feel you all day tomorrow.” He fucks me with abandon, making me slam into him over and over again. My eyes roll behind my head when I come again. “It’s right—”
“I feel it,” he growls between clenched teeth. “Feel you strangling my cock.” I try to keep my eyes open but I can’t, I just go with the feeling. “Need to get deeper,” he says and I’m about to say if you go any deeper, you’ll be in my throat. He pulls out of me and I moan out in frustration, wanting him to get back inside me. He flips me like I’m a rag doll to my back.
Holding one foot in his hand and the other leg pushed back, he slides his cock into me. “That’s deeper.” He pulls out slowly before he slams back into me again, letting go of my legs and leaning down on the bed. One hand is beside my hip, the other around my waist, pulling me up to him. His cock goes so deep in my pussy, I have to put my hands on the headboard behind me and my head falls back.
He moves his hand from beside me to hold my ass as he puts one knee on the bed for support before I sit on his lap. The hand around my waist moves up to the middle of my back, while my nose plays with his as he moves me up and down on his cock. His tongue slides into my mouth as I ride him, or rather, how he makes me ride him.
“I want to ride you,” I tell him when he lets go of my mouth. He places his other knee on the bed, my pussy still impaled on his cock as he moves over to the headboard, turning, and sitting down with his back against it.
“Then ride me, baby,” he urges, his hands coming up to roll my nipples as I put my knees by his hips. “Ride me good.” I put my hands on the top of the fabric headboard beside his head and move myself up and down on his cock. His hands go to my ass, slapping one cheek, my movement speeding up a touch when he does that.
“Your pussy gets tighter every time I smack you,” he states, sucking in one of my nipples that bounce by his mouth, biting down on it just enough for me to move faster and faster. I pant out and lean forward, our mouths connecting as his body rubs my back to my ass and back up again. I feel his hands everywhere, and I know I’m about to come again. I’ve never had more than one orgasm during sex, but with Kirby it’s like he knows how to get more out of me.
“Going to come, baby, after you finish coming on my cock,” he informs me and I can’t even focus on what he is saying, I’m just chasing the feeling of exploding. “Going to flip you on your back, lick your pussy, and then come right on your landing strip.”
All I can do is nod as my head falls back and I come on his cock over and over again, feeling like I’m floating out of this universe. He flips me to my back, his mouth going on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, but his fingers fuck me so hard it feels like his knuckles are trying to get into my skin. All I can do is try to open my legs wider to give him more space.
“Come on my tongue,” he commands, his other hand coming up and pressing down on my clit, moving it side to side. Just like that, I’m jumping off this cliff I’ve never been on, so high I don’t even care where I fall. “Fuck, you gushed all over me.”
He moves his hand from my clit and then I slowly open my eyes, his fingers still in me slowly moving, but he’s got his cock in his hand. I try to move my hand up to help him, but I’m spent. “Baby.” He aims his cock for my landing strip and white cum shoots right on it. Once, twice, three times before he’s pressing his cock down and moving his cum all around me, his cock still shooting some more. “Mine,” he claims, “all fucking mine.”
I smile when he collapses beside me on his back, his chest rising and falling as if he just spent the last hour running a marathon. “I think you killed me.”
One of my legs falls to the side and I move my hand to his hip. “I can’t move,” I tell him. “Tried to help you come on me, and I couldn’t move my hand.” I turn my head to watch him with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” I turn to look at his ceiling. “Or I’m having a stroke.”
“You aren’t having a stroke,” he assures me and moves his hand to cup my breast, squeezing it, “but you might have killed my dick.”
I gasp and sit up in his bed. “Not the dick! I’m fond of the dick.” He can’t help but laugh and I move next to him, kissing his neck and cuddling my face in his neck. “Kirby,” I call his name softly, my hand on his abs moving it around in circles, “there is something we need to talk about.”
“What is it, baby?” he asks, rubbing my arm up and down.
“It’s serious, so I need your undivided attention.”
“You’re naked in my bed and I just had the most insane sex of my life.” He chuckles. “You have all my attention.” I chuckle as I put my hand on his abs and then place my chin on it, looking at him. He folds his arm under his head to look at me. “What is it?”
“Well,” I start and I can see the worry on his face, “who is going to sleep in the wet spot?”
He barks out his laughter. “Well, you did it, so you have to sleep in it.”
“Yeah, but you made me do it,” I point out to him, “so, technically, it’s half your fault.”
“I’ll sleep in the wet spot,” he offers, turns, taking me in his arms, “or we can sleep in it together.”
“Or, we can sleep on one side until the spot dries.”
“See?” he says, kissing my nose. “You are just a solver of problems.” He squeezes me tighter. “I’m going to go and get cleaned up,” he announces, slipping away from me. “Don’t move.”
“I want to get cleaned up also,” I tell him, getting up and following him into the bathroom. “You smeared your cum all over me.”
“Well, I had to make sure I marked you.” He winks over his shoulder. “It’s a man thing.”
I stop at the sink beside him as he turns on the water. “I’ve never been marked before.” He stares at me through the reflection of the glass. “I’ve also never had sex like that before.” I avoid looking at him and instead look at the stream of water that is pouring out of the faucet. “It was—”
“Did you not like it?” he asks me and I can feel him staring at me.
“Did you not see the mess I made in your bed?” I joke with him and point over my shoulder with my thumb. “It was the most…”
“Lexi,” he calls my name and I know he wants me to look at him, “I’ve never had sex like that either. And not to be an asshole, but I’ve had a lot of sex.” I roll my eyes. “But that—” He points to the room. “That was like next level. I thought I died. Like my legs nearly buckled.” I can’t help but laugh. He shakes his head, reaching for a face cloth. “Then I almost forgot about making you come and just came by myself.” That makes me laugh. “And for the record, I am not a fan of you talking about you with whatever his name is.” I have to roll my lips because he knows exactly what his name is. “Or me with other women.”
“Same,” I say, “like, out of sight, out of mind.”
“Yes. So can that be the last time I have to listen to you talk about what’s his name and sex?”
“Just so you know, he never got me that turned on.” I wrap my arms around his waist. “Sometimes I didn’t even finish.” The smile on his face goes big. “I definitely never had a wet spot.” I kiss his chest and he picks me up, putting me on the counter. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you’re still wet.” That’s the last thing he says before he slides his cock into me, fucking me on the counter in the bathroom.
My eyes fly open when I feel a heaviness on my legs and then the feeling moving up to my hip and then over my stomach. Raising my head off the pillow, I see Jefferson walking up my body. I look over and see Kirby with his back to me, somewhere along the way he let me go and rolled away. She makes her way up to my face, and then with the top of her head, she nudges my chin.
“What does that mean?” I whisper at her and she does it again, the sound of her purring filling the room. I slide my hand out from under the cover and rub her. She settles on my chest for a full two minutes before she gets up and jumps off the bed.
“Good morning to you too,” I say, getting on my elbow and seeing the sunlight trying to come in from around the bottom of the shades. I toss the covers off me and head to the bathroom, snatching one of Kirby’s T-shirts from the bench in his room. I tiptoe out of the bedroom and then head out to the kitchen.
Jefferson follows me down the steps and toward the kitchen. I open up the cabinets as I search for things to make myself a coffee and make sure Jefferson has breakfast too. I feel like I’ve had the workout of my life, and I can’t help but smile when I think of the workout I had. The phone rings from the table and I run over to grab it. I open my purse and look down, seeing it’s Zara calling me. “Hello,” I answer, looking over my shoulder, hoping I didn’t wake him.
“Good morning,” she says, her face filling the screen. “Did I wake you?”
“Um, no,” I say, shaking my head and walking into the kitchen.
“You aren’t home?” She sticks her face deeper into the screen. “Where are you?”
“I’m at a friend’s house.” I avoid looking at her, but the smile and giggle that comes out of me makes it evident that I’m not really at a friend’s house.
“At a friend’s house, and what is this friend’s name?”
“It starts with a K,” I whisper, putting a coffee cup under the spout for the coffee.
“Oh my God, you had sex.”
“I did,” I confirm to her and she just gasps. “Good sex. Great sex.” I try to keep my laugh down. “The best sex.”
“I want to hear all the details,” she prods and I look over to the entranceway.
“He’s a guy I’ve known for a while,” I say softly, “and he helped me through a lot.”
“Gabriel did that for me too,” she replies and I laugh.
“You had a one-night stand with him and then snuck out on him.” I walk to the fridge.
“Yeah, he helped me get over my cheating ex,” she huffs, “and then his super sperm got me pregnant.” I laugh louder, as I sit on the stool. “Anyway, tell me about this guy.” I pour the milk in my coffee and tell her everything. I don’t think I’ve ever been this open before. Even about meeting him in Phoenix and the dance class.
“So he plays hockey,” she finally asks me, “and when does he play Matty?” I look over and then see him walking into the kitchen, wearing boxers and rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. “I have to go and make sure I am in LA when they play each other.”
“Okay,” I say, watching him, “call me later.” I quickly hang up when I feel him wrap his arms around me, kissing my neck. “Good morning. Did I wake you?”
“Yes.” He buries his face in my neck. “I reached over and you weren’t there.”
“Sorry, Jefferson woke me up and then,” I start to say as he walks toward the fridge, “my sister called.” I take a sip. “Ever since I left Trent, we have Sunday coffee dates.” I’m waiting for him to say something as he grabs a small bottle of orange juice and shakes it. “Is that okay?”
“Why are you asking me this?” He leans against the counter. “She’s your sister, you talk to her when you want to talk to her.”
I shake my head, forgetting for a moment who I was talking to. He’s not Trent and his support of me reconnecting with my family shouldn’t surprise me. “I also spend most of Sunday catching up with everyone in the family.”
“Okay,” he says, as if he’s missing something. “Are you asking me to go out so you can have private time with them?”
“No,” I gasp. “I just—”
“Lexi, you talk to your family when you want to talk to your family, for however long you want to talk to them. I can be in the room, or you can go in another room if that makes you more comfortable. You can talk to them whenever they call you. I just will have to draw the line if you’re blowing me. I don’t want you using your mouth for anything else.” Here, in the middle of his kitchen, I laugh like I don’t think I’ve laughed before, and with the laughter is a lightness in my chest I don’t think I’m used to just yet.
thirty
Kirby
I look at her wearing my shirt, sitting on one of the stools in my kitchen, and the only thing going through my mind is keeping her here. “I promise to never answer the phone if your cock is in my mouth.”
“Then we are on the same page.” I open my orange juice, taking another sip. “So how is your sister?”
“I told her about you,” she replies, leaning onto her elbows on the counter in front of her. “Like everything.” She raises her eyebrows. “She asked when you play Matty next.”
“Two weeks,” I answer her and her eyes go big. “He’s coming to LA.”
“Shit, I think she is too.”
“Are you okay with that?” I put the bottle of juice on the counter beside me.
“Well, I get to visit with my nieces and nephews, so yeah.”
“There is casino night; it’s a team fundraiser that we do for the children’s hospital next weekend,” I tell her. “Do you want to come as my date?”
“Would that be weird?” she asks me and I shrug.
“It doesn’t have to be weird. It’s just the two of us, dressing up.” I smirk. “We’ve done that before.”
“What would we tell people?” she asks me and I just shrug.
“Whatever you want us to tell people,” I answer, knowing I want to tell everyone she’s mine. I want to yell it from the rooftops, but I know I can’t push it. I know she is the one who is going to have to take that giant leap. “We can be there as friends,” I say the word, feeling like it’s bile in my mouth, “or we can say we’re a couple.”
She’s about to answer me when her phone rings and she looks down at it. “It’s my dad.”
“Okay, well, as much as I want to be here for that conversation, I don’t think I can stand here half naked while you talk to him.”
She laughs and answers the phone, putting it on speakerphone instead of to her ear. “Hey, Dad.” She looks at me. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much,” he replies and I swear I can feel the love through the phone. “Your sister just called me.”
“Oh, she did?” Lexi pretends like it’s no big deal, but she mouths, What the fuck? “I just got off the phone with her. We had our weekly sister coffee date.”
“She told me,” he says.
“Oh yeah, what else did she tell you?” Lexi questions and then looks at me whispering, “I’m going to murder her.”
“She said she wants to come down and watch the game when Matty is in town so we can all be together.” Lexi rolls her eyes. “I’m making the plans today.”
“Oh, that sounds like fun,” she replies and I walk to her, kissing her neck quietly before walking out of the room and toward the bedroom. I start the shower and take off my boxers before stepping in. I shower quickly and grab a white plush towel, wrapping it around my waist before I grab another one for my head. I walk out to the bedroom and see her sitting on the side of the bed, wearing one of my T-shirts and her legs are crossed under her. “When I was with Trent, he hated that I would talk to my family.”
“Well, that is because he was afraid they would see what he was doing to you.” I toss the towel to the side.
“He would hate when I was on the phone and I would always feel pressure to end the call.” I hate that for her, hate she went through it. “It got to the point I would only call my father early in the morning before he was up, or when he left to go to work.”
