Kobe

I walked Chanel to her apartment a little over three hours ago.

Since then, I’d been watching a college football game, which took my mind back to the past. Vivid memories resurfaced—memories I was never going to forget.

I remembered the Sundays spent on the sofa, drinking beers and eating wings with my favorite team jersey on.

I had to shake myself out of it. I didn’t want to think about it—couldn’t think too much about it anymore.

Pushing off the sofa and opening the window, I let the cold air hit me right in the face. The cold wind ran over my skin, cooling the heated, damp parts of me. It was dark, the sun nowhere in sight.

After cooling down, I shut the window, and just as I started making my way to the bed in the corner, there was a knock on the door.

Brow cocked, I made my way toward it, looking through the peephole.

It was Chanel.

“What the hell is she doing here?” I muttered.

I unlocked the door and swung it open. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Need to go somewhere?”

She shook her head. “No. Just thought you’d like some company.” She held up the same bottle of whiskey she was drinking shots from the other night. “Company and a few drinks.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I’m good. Go back to your apartment.”

She ignored me, looking over my shoulder to get a look inside before walking past me and into my apartment. “Yours is smaller than mine,” she said, looking around the studio home. “Still a good size though. Where’s all your stuff?”

“I don’t have any stuff,” I responded with the door still open. “Look, Chanel, I know we’ve been testing the limits, but you don’t understand. If your father finds out about what we did last night and this morning, I’m going to be shit out of luck. He’s already threatened that he’d ruin my reputation if I get too close to you.”

“So, don’t let him find out,” she said, turning to face me. I swear those words alone made my cock throb. She walked up to me, swinging her hips, her teeth caging her bottom lip. She pulled my hand away from the doorknob and pushed the door closed with her fingertips, stepping closer to me.

Her full, perfect tits pressed on my chest. She was wearing a black leather jacket over a white belly shirt. And of course, she wasn’t wearing a damn bra. I could feel her nipples on me. Swollen and tight.

“I won’t tell him anything if you don’t,” she whispered, staring at my lips. “I’ve never wanted anyone this bad, Kobe. Ever.”

“Why the hell do you want me anyway?” I muttered, searching her eyes for the truth. And why the hell did I want her just as much?

She shrugged innocently. “I really have no idea. Maybe because I’m not supposed to want you?”

Bingo.

That was it, for both of us.

I took the bottle away from her and placed it behind her on the banister. While I did, I didn’t dare pull my body away from hers. We were pressed together as I forced her to take several steps back. She bumped into the edge of the bannister, breathing harder.

“If it happens, you’re going to do everything I say,” I said lowly in her ear.

“Okay,” she panted.

“And when I want to be rough, I’ll be fucking rough.” I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck. “And when I want to be gentle and take things slowly—” I lowered my head, my lips running over her neck. I sucked her there, gently. Softly. And she sighed hard and heavy. “—I’ll take things slowly.” I pulled back, pressing my forehead to hers. “Sound good to you?”

“Yes,” she moaned, and like she couldn’t help herself, she clutched the hair on the nape of my neck, threw her other arm around me, and crushed my lips.

This girl did things to me—things I couldn’t possibly understand. How was it that I’d just met her, had never lowered my guard down for any of my clients, but then Chanel Gooding waltzed right in and broke down my walls?

I wanted to own this girl in every way possible. I could tell she’d never had a real man and she was craving one in this very instant. That asshole she’d dated couldn’t give her what she needed. But I could.

I peeled her leather jacket away and then picked her up by the hips. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I stumbled toward my bed, dropping her on her back and guiding my body between her legs. I looked down at her, studying her.

She was beautiful. Young, naïve, but far from innocent. I couldn’t fucking do this. Temptation at its finest and I was being so fucking weak right now.

“Fuck, Chanel,” I groaned, shaking my head.

She panted, “Please don’t stop, Kobe. Please.”

Damn it. Her voice. The way she begged. It’s like she knew exactly what to say and how to turn me on. I couldn’t help what I did next. I kissed her again, harder this time, sweeping my tongue over hers, tasting the whiskey on her breath. She had clearly taken several shots to build up the courage to come here.

Her hand ran down my chest when I pulled back, and she stopped at the button of my jeans. Unbuttoning them, she shoved the fabric down and then tugged my boxers down too.

I stood up and took them off, giving her exactly what she wanted. Her eyes grew wider when she saw my hard cock. I gripped it, stroking slowly, running my thumb over the thick, mushroom tip.

“Take your pants off,” I commanded in a growl.

She raked my body with her eyes before pushing off the bed and standing. I took a step back as she pulled her pants down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

She was wearing lavender lace panties. I could see her waxed pussy beneath, but not clearly enough. I needed to see more.

“Panties too,” I ordered. She did as told, rolling them down to her ankles with ease. She stepped out of those as well and then pulled her shirt over her head.

She was completely naked and my cock throbbed from the mere sight of her.

“Damn, Chanel,” I sighed. She was fucking exquisite. “Come here,” I told her as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. She walked my way and as soon as she stopped in front of me, I tipped her chin with my left hand, still stroking my cock with the right.

“Touch it,” I murmured on her lips.

She watched my eyes carefully before dropping her hand, wrapping it around the base. I looked down, watching her play with me. Her hand looked too small for it.

I stiffened as she pumped my cock, my eyes dragging up to find hers again. I stopped her before she could get me too close. Her touch alone was about to make me explode.

“Knees,” I ordered.

She licked her bottom lip, lowering to a squat. Her legs were spread wide open for me, her perky tits bouncing with every movement. She looked up at me with bright gray eyes, waiting for my next command.

“Go ahead,” I murmured, pushing her hair back. “Suck my cock, baby.”

As soon as I said it, she looked at it, spreading her lips apart and taking most of my dick into her mouth. She gagged at first, gripping the base of it.

“It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” she said when she pulled back to catch air, lips damp, eyes focused on it.

“Look at me,” I told her. Her eyes flashed up to meet mine. I grabbed her hair, pressing the tip of my cock on her lips. Pre-cum glistened on her top lip and she licked it away, moaning like she loved the taste of it. Fuck, she was trying to kill me.

Her mouth opened wider and she wrapped her full lips around the head.

I groaned, abs constricting as she took me deeper down her throat, trying to fit my whole cock in her mouth.

“Keep looking at me,” I groaned, palming the back of her head with my hand, staring into her eyes. “You look so sexy with your mouth around my cock. You know that, baby?” She moaned and pressed her palms on my thighs, her gray eyes locked right on mine, and she sucked a little faster, her tongue flat on my shaft.

Shit, I was close. Like I’d said, it’d been a while since this happened. I loved how her velvety tongue felt on my dick, but I bet her pussy was going to feel even better.

I pressed a hand on her shoulder and she gave me one last suck before standing in front of me.

I was too fucking ready now. I picked her up and placed her down on the edge of the bed, pushing her knees to her chest and exposing her wet, pink pussy.

“I’ve been wondering since we met, how sweet your pussy tastes.” I bent over, grazing the slit of her pussy with my tongue. Fuck, she tasted exactly like I knew she would. Fresh and so fucking sweet. She shuddered, breathing harder and clutching the sheets.

I gripped the base of my swollen cock, peering up at her, over the beautiful dips and valleys of her body. “I want you to watch me eat your pussy, superstar,” I growled, and before she could talk, or tell me how stupid that nickname was to her, I buried my tongue in her pussy.