CHAPTER 21
Jane
My eyes flutter open, and I wait for them to get accustomed to the darkened room. I’m wide awake and feel strangely refreshed. I turn my head to look at my clock and note it’s just shy of three AM.
I turn my head back to the right. In the moonlight streaming through my windows, I can see Kyle’s face partially lit. Again, he looks so peaceful and relaxed, despite the harsh angles of his cheekbones. He’s lying on his side, his head inches from mine and his arm resting lax across my naked stomach. We’ve been asleep for several hours.
I don’t move for a moment, instead staring at my ceiling that has become more revealed in the natural ambient moonlight. There’s a rusty ceiling fan that rattles when I turn it on, so I don’t really use it, afraid it might fall on me.
As I lay there, I think about the naked man sleeping beside me.
And the things he did to me tonight with his mouth and his hands and then with his…
My skin tingles at the memory, and an ache of need forms low in my belly. It’s a need for sure, because what Kyle showed me tonight made me realize what I’ve been missing.
He left my house after having a slice of apple pie and making small talk with my mom, carefully avoiding any personal information about himself, much the way he’s done with me. He did this masterfully by diverting my mom with questions about our family and me. After the pie, he made his excuses to leave, saying he had some things to do, not even bothering with the pretense of “fixing” my window. I walked out on the porch with him where he wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and pressed a kiss against my temple, promising he’d get up with me later. I offered him my cell number, but he shook his head, stating he didn’t even own a cell phone. I should have found that odd, but if there’s one person in the world who I could see shunning a cell phone, it would be Kyle.
I spent the afternoon shopping with my mom where she talked incessantly about how handsome Kyle was. Not long after I returned in the early evening, Kyle showed up at my door. Within moments, we were in my bedroom and naked.
While the clothes may have come off fast, he kept the pace of things very slow. As I remember the details of last night, the ache drops from my belly to between my legs. He positioned his face in between my thighs and stayed down there forever. Long enough to have me writhing and moaning and calling out his name. He made low sounds in his throat as his mouth worked me, almost as if he were savoring a fine sip of wine. I came twice, only then did he put a condom on and fuck me.
It was once again fast and rough, and God help me… I loved it like that. His fingers dug deep into my flesh, his hips slammed against mine, and Kyle made animalistic sounds of pleasure with his face buried in my neck. And there’s no describing how it felt when he lifted his head up as he surged in deep one last time, his eyes locked on mine, and said in a rough, low tone one word.
Jane.
A tiny shiver of pleasure skitters up my spine over that memory, and I smile into the moonlit room.
I can tell Kyle is deep asleep by the pace of his breathing, but I feel like I’m ready to take on the world.
Energized.
Filled with spirit and creativity.
There’s only one thing for me to do.
♦
I have a bad habit of sticking my tongue out the side of my mouth when I’m concentrating really hard, and while painting is normally something that tends to flow naturally, I’ve been playing with new techniques, so it’s requiring some attention to detail. My art forte is definitely watercolors, but I’ve been playing with mixed media lately. I hope to start working on it with my high school students soon. Tonight specifically, I’m working on a piece I started with a basic drawing done with my graphite pencil, and then filled in with acrylics.
The drawing is simple and slightly abstract. Two cats with elongated necks and triangular heads that make them look slightly alien. I’m painting one in gray and the other in black, and I think it’s turning out nicely. It’s far too modern for my personal tastes, but Miranda loves stuff like this, so it will be a gift to her.
I put a slight dab of white into the iris of one of the cat’s eyes so as to create reflective light. Turning to lay my brush on a side table, I jolt with fright over the figure standing in the doorway of my studio. I immediately recognize Kyle there, actually leaning casually against the doorjamb as he watches me, but my heart is still thundering. I know that has to do with the scare I just had, but it continues on because of how hot he looks in just a pair of jeans hanging low on his lean hips and his muscular and tattooed expanse of abs and chest for me to behold.
“How long have you been standing there?” I say almost breathlessly as I press my fingers to the center of my chest.
“Not long,” he says and pushes off the doorjamb. He walks into the room and looks around. It is mostly filled with finished paintings and a few easels, rows of shelving on one wall to hold my supplies, and a tiny desk against another wall where I do stuff like reconciling my bank account or surfing online on my laptop.
“I’m sorry if I woke you up,” I murmur as I watch him prowl around the edge of the room, taking a moment to pause by the shelves and peruse my paint supplies.
“You didn’t,” is all he says without looking at me. Instead, he picks up a brush, inspects it briefly, and then puts it down. I find this reserved attitude a bit disconcerting. I mean, it’s always sort of awkward that next morning after some amazing and intimate sex, but I wasn’t ready for him to invade my little studio that is sort of like a haven for me.
He turns to me, his eyes sliding to my canvas where the cats are almost complete. “Nice pussies,” he says with a smile.
I roll my eyes, but I’m immediately relieved to have him joke with me. “Juvenile,” I chastise.
Kyle chuckles as his gaze slides to me. “Nowhere near as nice as yours.”
I blush hot, which means my cheeks are probably blazing red. He smirks, which means he notices, and then adds on in a low voice. “I know without a doubt they don’t taste as good as yours.”
My face gets hotter, but I manage a snappy retort. “Acrylic paint tastes terrible.”
Kyle grins at my rejoinder and turns to my desk. To my surprise, he grabs the small wooden chair nestled underneath and pulls it across the floor to sit right behind my stool. He takes a seat and his long, jean-clad legs frame the rear of my stool on either side.
“What are you doing?” I ask curiously.
“Going to watch you paint,” he says.
My entire body tightens at the thought. “I don’t think—”
Kyle’s hands go to my hips. He turns me on my stool, so I’m facing my canvas again. “Paint,” he orders.
“Kyle—”
His chin goes to my shoulder, and he softly repeats, “Paint.”
A tiny spasm of adrenaline rockets through me at his seductive tone, but also because he wants to watch me do something that’s a part of my very being.
“Okay,” I whisper, and Kyle lifts his chin.
I continue using white to add highlight and contrast shading along the body of the black cat, my own body in a state of hyper awareness of Kyle’s just inches behind mine. I swear I can feel heat radiating off him.
“Where do you get your ideas from?” Kyle asks, and I give a little jump to feel his breath on the back of my neck. I’d piled my hair up when I’d quietly slipped out of bed, only bothering to put on my panties and the t-shirt I’d been wearing.
I give a tiny shrug. “I’m really not sure. Sometimes I’ll see an object that will spark an idea, or I’ll read about a scene in a book and feel compelled to paint it.”
“The colors in this are deeper than your watercolors,” he observes astutely.
I nod as I continue with my brush strokes, feeling more at ease as we talk. “Good eye, and that’s the benefit of acrylics. I’m not used to painting with this, but I’ll get better with practice.”
“Why are you using them if it’s not what you’re used to?” he inquires.
I draw a thin white line of paint along the jawline of the gray cat. “I like learning new things, and I need more than just watercolors to teach my students.”
“Makes sense,” is all he says.
Kyle’s silent as he watches me for a few moments, and just as I start to really relax into my work, his hands come back to rest on my waist. I can hear him scoot the chair forward until it bumps against the back of my stool. He leans forward and presses his chest to my back, his chin coming back to my shoulder.
My brush freezes on the canvas and my breath goes still within my lungs.
Kyle’s hands slide down over my hips to my outer thighs. His roughened palms cause goose pimples to rise as he strokes them along my legs.
“I have to say, Jane,” he says gruffly, his lips mere inches from my ear. “You sitting here in that t-shirt and just your panties, hair all piled up and that little tongue sticking out the side of your mouth… Well, I had nefarious intentions walking in here.”
Kyle’s hands pivot and his fingers glide over the insides of my knees. With very little pressure needed at all, he pulls my legs slightly apart and then starts sliding his hands up my inner thighs. I go dizzy from his touch, his sexy voice, and perhaps the fact I’m still holding my breath. As his hands slide higher, my legs press in a little just from the nervous anticipation.
“Relax, baby,” Kyle whispers as he puts pressure on my legs so they open again.
My breath comes out in small, stuttering huffs, and I suck another lungful in as his fingertips skim the elastic edge of my panties.
“Want to know what my nefarious intentions are?” he teases me as he runs just one finger along the edge.
I nod frantically but no words come out.
“Let me show you,” he murmurs, his hands falling away from me briefly.
I almost call out in distress over the loss of his touch, but then he’s banding an arm around my stomach, pulling me back so my ass presses against his crotch. His other hand glides slowly down the front of my panties, his fingers sliding through my wetness before pressing inside of me.
My hips buck hard against his delicious invasion, my head falls back to his shoulder, and my paintbrush falls from my hand. It slaps against my thigh, leaving a white paint streak and landing on the floor, but I don’t care one tiny bit.
“Don’t stop,” I moan as he finds my clit, circling his finger around it gently.
“Just getting started,” he assures me as he continues tracing lazy patterns.
“More,” I demand greedily, planting my feet into the floor hard and pressing my hips up.
Kyle gives a low groan of triumph. “That’s my girl.”
My heart constricts hard over those words.
My girl.
“Lift up a bit,” Kyle demands of me, so I do, raising my ass off my stool. Kyle quickly dispenses of my panties, leaning to the side a bit to push them down my legs. Once he frees one foot, he ignores them and straightens back up in his chair before once again pulling me back against him.
He brings a palm down in between my legs, cups me intimately for a moment as he again leans to the side.
I’m confused when he says, “Watch.”
Kyle dips his fingers inside me briefly before dragging them upward to reveal my clit. He pulls back on the tiny hood covering it, and I’m enthralled by how swollen and needy it looks.
Then I’m absolutely stunned when I see that Kyle has one of my paintbrushes in his other hand. He must have nabbed it off my supply shelf, but it’s one that has luxuriously soft bristles.
I suck in my breath and watch as Kyle takes the brush and swirls the bristles along the inside of one thigh. I jerk because it tickles and laugh nervously.
But my laugh dies down when he slowly drags the brush in between my legs, and ever so gently swipes it right up my center. My hips fly upward. Kyle’s arm holds me tighter as he uses his other hand to hold me open.
“Watch, Jane,” he murmurs, his voice thick with wonder and lust.
And I watch as he uses the damp bristles to circle around my clit, and the sensation is indescribable. My entire body starts to tremble as I watch him getting me off with my paintbrush. He carefully dips the tip inside of me just marginally… enough to get it wet, and then he makes light strokes against my clit, over and over again.
My body trembles harder and my hands turn into claws that I sink into his thighs.
The strokes are so feather light, and he’s purposely going slowly to draw this out, whereas I only want to come and come and come.
“God, this is sexy as fuck,” Kyle mutters in my ear as he twirls the brush around my clit, going a little faster. My entire body goes tight. “We need to try this while I’m fucking you.”
And just like that, I explode.
I groan out my release as he continues to swirl the brush around me, whispering words of praise and encouragement, and when I don’t have any more to give, he tosses the brush to the floor and merely places his large palm over my crotch to gently squeeze me possessively.
“Kyle,” I murmur in repletion, still dizzy from that climax.
“Get up,” Kyle commands me gently, his hands going to my hips to push me up from the stool. The minute my legs straighten, he’s turning me to face him. My hands go out to his shoulders for balance, and I watch as he quickly unfastens the fly on his jeans. He lifts his hips a little, pulling them down just enough to free himself. I watch with wide eyes because that part of him is just as beautiful as the rest, marveling at how quickly he gets a condom out and rolls it on.
I give a tiny gasp of surprise as Kyle’s hands go back to my hips and he jerks me forward. He looks up at me with fevered eyes and admits something I think shames him by the tone of his voice. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Before I can even respond, he surges out of the chair and spins me toward the nearest wall, right beside my desk. He pushes me right up against it, my breasts flattening and my heart racing with his forcefulness.
Kyle’s mouth comes to the side of my neck and he bites me gently before giving me a soft lick. His hands pull my hips backward and I feel his body bend, then he’s pushing inside of me.
Straight inside, one long, fluid stroke.
“Ooohhh,” I moan as I turn my head and place my heated cheek against the cool wall.
Kyle grunts in pleasure before he pulls out and thrusts back in hard. My body jars against the wall as he starts a steady rhythm, and I realize… this is new as well. So many things that Kyle is showing me that in my totally boring previous sex life had seemed like pretty good stuff.
But now… now that I know this…
I think I might be ruined for anyone else after Kyle leaves.