Chapter 17
Kennedy
“Can I ask a question?”
Dante glanced down at me. I was laid out on his couch, my head in his lap while he was sitting on the end with his feet kicked up on the ottoman. He was my pillow, and he was a damn good one. “You didn’t ask that before the last thirty questions you asked during the movie,” he grumbled.
I winced. “You don’t like the Kennedy who can’t shut up during a movie?”
His gaze pierced through me. “She might be on the lower end of the list. Still adorable, just a bit chatty.”
I turned my eyes back to the TV. “I tend to talk during movies.”
His body rumbled underneath me. “I don’t think you needed to say that, honey. You demonstrated that well the past two hours.”
Humph. And I had even kept half of my thoughts to myself. We were watching King Arthur, the new one with Charlie Hunnam, and I was successfully keeping all my comments about him to myself. “I was just going to ask you if you think there is going to be a sequel,” I huffed.
He slowly combed his fingers through my hair and pointed the remote at the TV. The screen went dark and he tossed the remote on the coffee table. “More than likely. They left it open for there to be one.”
I silently thanked God that there would be more Charlie Hunnam in the world. “Should we watch another one?” I had no idea what time it was, but I wasn’t tired.
“Honey, it’s almost one, and I need to be up early.”
I groaned and snuggled into Dante. “Let’s not talk about early mornings unless there are copious amounts of coffee involved.”
“I told Kellan I would meet him at the studio to practice at seven.”
I turned onto my back and looked up at him. “Why would you intentionally get up that early on your day off?”
“Because I won today, but competition is going to be ten times tougher at my next tournament.”
“Why do you still compete? I mean, do you really need to?” That might have come out the wrong way. “I mean, you’ve been doing this for a while, right?” And now that really didn’t come out the right way.
“You trying to say I’m old?” he chuckled.
“What?” I squawked. “Of course not. I just mean, uh, isn’t being a ninja enough?” I had no problem with Dante’s age. I mean, I was basically lying in the man's lap. No problem what so ever with it. But did he really need to compete and get his butt kicked?
“I’m a fighter, Kennedy. It’s what I’m good at.”
I sat up and scooted around to sit on my knees next to Dante. My fingertips grazed the cut on his face. “But do you have to get hurt doing it?”
“This doesn’t happen all of the time. The guy got a lucky punch in today, and the damn mat cut me.”
“Black eye and a cut, but you still won,” I said lightly. That didn’t really seem like a win to me.
He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingertips. “Stop focusing on that.” He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me into his lap. I straddled him and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I’m thirty-nine, honey, but that doesn't mean shit. I can beat half the guys out on the circuit.”
“I do have to admit that it’s pretty hot that you can beat up someone half your age.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “As much as I’d love to compete against those guys, I compete in the thirty-five and older bracket, honey. I just train against those guys which gives me an advantage against all the other old guys trying to get their asses kicked.”
I ran my fingers through his silver hair and smiled. “You really are a Silver Fox Ninja,” I muttered.
“You okay with that?”
“With you being a Silver Fox?” I giggled. I was more than all right with it. “That’s a pretty good compliment.”
“I’m not talking about that, honey. You’re twenty-five.”
“Uh, good memory?” We weren’t even talking about me. Why was he telling me how old I was? We had already gone over the whole age difference.
“I just thought I needed to remind you.”
I cupped his face with my hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re a silly man, Dante Craig. I think our age difference might be bothering you more than it is bothering me.”
He shrugged and wrapped his arms around me. “I know one way you can get my mind off of it.”
“Oh, and what way would that be?” I asked coyly.
“I think it’s about time we started working on this whole decoy with benefits plan.”
“You do, do you?” I laughed. “I thought I was working on that with me sitting in your lap and all.”
“This is a good start, but I think that we can do better.” His hands ran along my thighs and around to my butt, pulling my core flush against him. “Now we’re talking,” he growled. “Did I mention I loved you in this skirt?” He pulled up the black fabric, exposing my thong-clad butt.
“Um, I thought you appreciated it, but I wasn’t quite sure.”
“Holy fuck,” he gasped. His hands palmed my almost bare ass, and he buried his face in my neck. “A fucking thong, Kennedy?”
I bit my lip and ran my hands down his arms. “It was Molly’s idea.”
“Do I wanna know why Molly is telling you what underwear to wear?”
I tilted my head to the side and smirked. “Molly, Hadley, Sage, and Karlton came over before you today. They helped me see the light a bit.”
He scoffed while his hands continued to rub my butt. “I can only imagine what Sage had to say.”
A grin spreads across my lips. “Well, at first, she didn’t have much nice to say, but by the time they were raiding my closet, she was helping as much as the others.”
He hummed low and shook his head. “That woman is the last thing I want to be talking about when my hands are on your ass.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged his head back. “Pretty sure I wouldn't be here right now if it weren’t for them. I was ready to bar the door and never let you in.”
His hands traveled around my waist, tugging my shirt up. “I would have broken it down, honey. I wasn’t going to let you run from me anymore.”
“Oh really?” I laughed. “You had it all planned out, did ya?”
Dante gave me his sexy ass smirk and lied through his teeth. “I totally had it all under control.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t have to break down my door. I’m pretty sure that would have terrified me,” I laughed. I was still hesitant about being with Dante, but the fact that it felt so good to be with him washed out any doubts I had at the moment.
Dante lifted up, rolled us over, and my back landed on the couch. “I have to admit the whole decoy with benefits didn’t sound very good at the moment, but I’m totally starting to warm up to the idea.”
His body covered me, and my legs fell open. “I had a feeling that might satisfy both of us.”
His head descended, his eyes burning with desire. “I think the satisfying is about to come.”
My arms wrapped around his neck as he captured my lips in a searing hot kiss. I whimpered under his touch and ran my fingers through his hair.
His mouth was magic on me. I was in wonder and awe of the things he made me feel.
Need.
Hunger.
Lust.
I was panting heavily when his lips released mine. “Fucking hell, Kennedy,” he breathed.
“You have amazing hair,” I babbled against his lips. It was thick and soft. Perfect for me to bury my fingers in and hold onto while he had his way with me.
His chest rumbled with laughter and his head slanted to the left. His lips claimed mine again, giving me a repeat performance of his previous knock-my-socks-off kiss. His kiss was hard and demanding as he slid his tongue into my mouth. This time, I couldn’t hold back and I let go, giving into him with everything I had.
Our moans and groans mingled together as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies trying to touch and taste everything at once. His hand palmed my breast, his finger and thumb meeting with my nipple between them.
Sweet mother above, I was ten seconds away from going off like a rocket. He rolled my nipple while his tongue caressed my mouth.
“Dante,” I moaned against his lips. My hands bunched up his shirt in the back and pulled it up his body. His mouth disengaged from me, and he leaned back and took over pulling his shirt off. He tossed it on the floor, and his hands went to the hem of my shirt and yanked it up, exposing my bra-clad breasts. His fingers went to my bra, pulled the cup down, and my breast spilled out.
His mouth crushed down on my breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth, brutally.
“Lord,” I moaned as the heady sensation rocked my body and I arched my back, pressing my breast up to him.
His hand went to my skirt, pushing the fabric out of his way, and he palmed my pussy. “You with me, honey?” he growled, his mouth brushing against my nipple.
“Huh?” I whimpered? Was I with him? Lord have mercy, I had never been so with someone this much in my life before.
He tipped his head back, his eyes connecting with mine. “Just making sure you still want this.”
“You stop, and I’ll kick your ass, ninja.”
A slow grin spread across his lips. “You got it, Ken.”
“You know you gotta kiss me now,” I sassed.
“Oh, I plan on it.” His hands went to the waistband of my skirt as he slid down my body, and he gently tugged it down. I lifted my butt, giving him room to pull it all the way down my legs. He tossed it over her shoulder and kneeled between my thighs.
“Have I mentioned I love how big your couch is?” I was sprawled out on it, my head not touching the end, and my legs cocked open with Dante between them.
Dante hooked his fingers in my panties and tugged them down my legs one at a time. “I knew I needed a big couch to have my way with you on.”
I scoffed and shook my head. “You’re such an ass,” I laughed.
“But you like it, honey.”
And lucky for him, I did. He was an ass, but he was the nicest ass I had ever met.
“I do, but I think you could maybe use your mouth in a different way right now instead of talking.” I bucked my hips slightly and Dante shook his head, chuckling.
“Fuckin' fifty different Kennedys, each one better than the last,” he grunted.
I wasn’t sure which Kennedy he thought I was right now, but he seemed to be amused by her. I had never thought about myself the way he did, but it did make sense to me.
His hands went to my thighs, gently trailing his fingertips in slow circles. His head descended as his hands traveled lower and grazed my bare pussy. He trailed a finger along the lips and a tremor rocked my body.
Realization dawned on me that this was what I wanted, even if not eight hours ago I was fighting against this. When I stopped thinking so much and just started feeling, everything fell into place and felt right.
He parted the lips of my pussy and gently blew on my clit. His finger flicked me and my hips bucked involuntarily. “God,” I gasped.
“It’s just Dante, honey,” he chuckled.
I didn’t even have a chance to laugh at his lame joke before his mouth crashed down on my pussy and sucked on my clit, hard.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. Christ on a cracker, Dante’s mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon. He knew how to use it and he wasn’t afraid to do it.
My fingers threaded into his hair, holding on for dear life. A moan ripped from my lips, and I slammed my eyes shut as his finger plunged into my tight pussy. His tongue worked double time, flicking and licking me into oblivion.
My release crashed into me with force so strong, my back bowed off of the couch, and I grasped the armrest behind my head. I panted heavily and gasped, “Dante,” when I was able to catch my breath for a second.
He pressed kisses up the inside of my thigh as I floated down from heaven. “Fuck, that was hot, honey,” he rumbled. He slid up my body, his hard erection pressing against me.
I happily moaned, unable to form a coherent thought at the moment.
His mouth latched onto my nipple again and my pussy clenched, ready for more. This man was like a drug. I couldn’t get enough of him and I never wanted to stop. He pulled down the other cup of my bra and palmed my breast, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and finger. “Holy hell.” I licked my lips and relaxed my arms above my head. “Can we do that again? I mean like, probably a few days from now so I can recover, but I really want to do that again.”
Dante’s body shook, and he buried his face in my neck. “Fuck you’re funny, honey.”
“I’m not being funny, Dante,” I scolded. “I really want to do that again. Like soon.” I was serious as hell. I grabbed his hair in my hand and lifted his head. “Stop laughing at me.”
He shook his head with a huge grin on his face and pushed off me. “I promise that’ll happen so many times again that you’ll lose count.”
Well, that was a good answer.
“You think you’re up for more or are you needing those few days to recover right now?”
I thought about it for a second. “What exactly do you mean by more?”
“I wanna fuck you, Kennedy. That’s what I wanna do, but I’ll do whatever you’ll let me do.”
I bit my lip and laid back my head, staring at the ceiling. “I think that’s doable. Or, more like, I’m doable.” I smirked and raised my head an inch to look down at Dante, who was laughing again.
“Good, because I’d thought you’d like to go for a ride.” Dante wrapped his arms around me, did some ninja magic, and managed to flip us over so I was on top and he was relaxing underneath me. Thank God for a huge ass couch.
“You have too many clothes on,” I stated looking down at him. Well, he had his shorts and boxers only, but still, it was too much.
I reached around and unhooked my bra while my eyes traveled over his sculpted chest taking in his tattoos and various scars. “Do I wanna know how you got all these scars?”
Dante chuckled and put his arms behind his head. His eyes were lazy, and a small smirk was playing on his lips. “All have the same story along the lines of my black eye and cut from today.”
“Humph. I don’t think I could ever watch you fight. I’m more of a lover than a fighter.”
“Sometimes you need to be a fighter, Kennedy.”
I traced a half-crescent shaped scar by his collar bone. “I guess if you have something worth fighting for. I’m just not sure about stepping into a ring just to prove that you’re strong.”
“Then just leave that to me, honey.”
“Hmm, I guess that’ll do.” Just no more scars, I added silently. I wasn’t in the position to tell Dante what to do.
I ran my hands over his chest, gently scraping my nails against his smooth skin. “You look like fucking Heaven sitting there, honey.” He reached up, cupping my breasts, and I arched my back, pressing my them into his hands.
“The view is pretty nice from up here, too,” I murmured.
“Come here, honey,” he growled.
“Hmm, but I like my perch from up here,” I purred.
Dante jackknifed off the couch and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’m gonna have to teach you a little bit of combat sparring.” His hands quickly grabbed my wrists, wrapped them around my back, and then he pulled me down on top of him.
“What the hell was that?” I giggled. I was pressed flush on top of him, with one of his hands holding both of my wrists behind my back.
“That was a bit of a takedown. Not exactly what I would do with one of the guys since they normally have their clothes on and I’m not trying to cop a feel.”
My giggle floated around us and I pressed a kiss to his chest. “I’d love to be a fly on the wall if that was happening over at the studio.”
“The only way that shit is happening is if you get your sexy ass over to the studio and go a few rounds in the ring with me. I guarantee I'll let you take me down a few times.”
“I might have to take you up on that,” I muttered.
His hands trailed down my back and cupped my ass. “You still ready for me, honey, or am I going to have to work you up again?” He squeezed my butt and bucked his hips up.
“You just cut to the chase, don’t you?” I squeezed my hips around him as I moved my way up his body, pressing kisses to his neck.
“Been on this Earth long enough to know that if I want something, it’s better to cut to the chase rather than beat around the bush. That’s the only way you get ahead in this life.”
“Or bust down the door, right?” I laughed.
“That’s always the last-ditch effort if asking doesn’t work.”
“Well, my door is wide open,” I whispered in his ear.
“Take my shorts off,” he ordered, his tone demanding.
He released my hands and they snaked down between us, fumbling to find the button on his shorts. I tugged down the zipper. He lifted his hips slightly and I worked them down his legs to his knees, then he managed to kick them off the rest of the way.
He flipped us over and pulled off his boxers.
“Hey, I thought I was going for a ride?” I complained.
Dante kicked off his boxers and sat back on his knees looking down at me as he stroked his cock.
Any more complaints I had about not being on top died in my throat and I just watched. His cock was long and thick with a surprising barbell through the end of it. “Jesus Christ,” I gasped. “Now, that was something I was not expecting.” I had never been with a man who had a pierced cock. My arousal rose to all-time heights and I anxiously rubbed my legs together.
“I thought that you would like that little surprise, honey.”
“I’m not normally one to like surprises, but I think that I can handle this one.”
His fingers on his other hand brushed against the lips of my pussy. “We’re about to find out if you can handle it.”
My body shivered at his words, and I widened my legs then raised my hands over my head. I licked my lips and my eyes connected with his. “Please,” I begged. Dante had worked me up again with just his words and I was more than ready to feel his full, long, pierced cock inside me.
Dante pressed his rock-hard cock at the entrance to my pussy and my anticipation soared. His mouth was on my nipple, sucking and licking, while his other hand teased my clit. He slowly plunged inside me, my legs widened even further to accommodate him. “That’s my girl,” he said through clenched teeth.
I silently preened under his words, liking him calling me his girl. I wanted every rock-solid inch of him deep inside me, and from the way Dante’s eyes were glazed over with desire, he wanted the same thing too.
“Fuck me,” he grunted. “So God damn tight.”
His lips crashed down on mine when he was fully planted inside me. His hips were flush against mine, and I had never felt so full in my life. “Move,” I moaned. It had been an excruciating pleasure as he slowly entered me, and I was dying to feel his hard dick slide and plunge in and out.
“So anxious,” he hissed against my lips.
I squirmed underneath, hoping to get a little bit of movement. He grabbed my hands and held them over my head. “I’m in control of this, honey. You’re still going for a ride, it’s just a bit of a different one.” He nuzzled my neck, his lips covering every inch of my skin with kisses.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I moaned as his teeth nipped my ear sending shockwaves through my body.
“Good. Keep up the sass, and I’ll tease you all night long.”
As much as that turned me on, it also pissed me off because I wanted him to move. Now. I bit my lip and turned my head, glaring at him. He lifted his head with a huge grin on his face. “Move.”
“What’s the magic word?” he chuckled.
I tried bucking my hips, but he had me pinned to the couch. I growled and curled my lips.
“Even pissed off, you’re still sexy as hell with my dick buried inside you.” He leaned back, his dick slowly moved out of me, and I moaned with each inch.
His hands grabbed my thighs, raised them from the couch, and then he pushed them towards my chest. “You sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice low.
I bucked my hips in reply. I was more than ready for him to get his hips moving.
Dante plummeted back into me, planting firmly inside me, then slid out just as quickly. “Fucking tight,” he growled.
His hips went to work, thrusting in and out of me, driving us both closer and closer to the edge. My hands roamed over his body, feeling his tight and taut muscles beneath them. Dante had the body of twenty-year-old but the experience of his age backing him up as he fucked me into oblivion.
Dante fell on top of me, his teeth homing in on my nipple, and tugging it with his teeth as his hips continued to pound into me.
“You gonna come for me again, honey?” he asked, his lips brushing against my breast.
I wrapped my legs around him and ran my fingers through his hair. “Yes,” I moaned.
He buried his face in my neck and caged me in with his arms as he put all his weight on his forearms on the couch. He was grinding down on me, giving it to me deep.
My thighs began to tremble, the warm, tell-tale sign that I was about to come all over Dante’s dick. He rolled his hips, and I ran my hands down his back and grabbed a handful of his taut ass. You know how men said they were either breast or ass men? Well, I was an ass woman. The feel of his tight ass in my hands and hard, rocking thrusting of his hips drove me insane, and I fell over the edge, my orgasm crashing into me.
“Dante,” I moaned as he continued to thrust, harder than before while he reached for his own release.
The walls of my pussy contracted around him, milking and coaxing his sweet cum from his dick. He grunted low, his eyes clenched tight, “Fuck me,” he chanted.
My legs wrapped tightly around him as my body came down from my second orgasm, and Dante found his first. His arms gave out as he thrust one last time and collapsed on top of me.
My eyes were closed, my breathing was heavy, and I just enjoyed the feel of Dante.
“We really need to do that again.”
I giggled and trailed my fingers up his back. “You mean after we recover from this time, right?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever recover from having you, honey. That was fucking amazing.” He sighed into the couch. He slid to the side, gathering me in his arms and pulling me half onto his chest as we both tried to catch our breath.
“Remind me again why I was fighting that?”
Dante chuckled and pulled a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch onto us. I closed my eyes and cuddled close to him. Sleepiness snuck up on me.
“I really can’t remember why, honey.” His voice was low, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
I yawned and tossed my arm over his stomach. “You should really take me home,” I sighed. “You’ve got training and whatever in the morning.”
“In a little bit. I think I need a nap before I try to stand.”
Hmm, a nap sounded pretty darn good. “Twenty minutes and then you take me home.”
“Anything you say, honey.”
I gave into my sleepiness and drifted off thinking that being in Dante’s arms was even better than I had imagined.
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