Kelsey

Hi, my name is Kelsey Wegman and I’m addicted to sex with Scott. Because if that was what all the fuss was about, well holy shit. In the past, I’d had an orgasm a couple of times, but they were nothing like this. Those other orgasms did nothing that rocked my entire world, then quite literally, rocked it two more times.

We both lay there, panting for breath, oblivious to the fact we were now outside of the sleeping bag and in the cooler air. I winced when Scott pulled out, assuming he was taking care of the condom when he moved to the front of the cab.

I fumbled around in the dark for my clothes. As much as naked sleeping would be divine, common sense weighed in that it was too cold.

Is this the part where it got awkward? I refused. I was an adult. Who’d just had sex with a man instead of a boy, and wowsers, what a difference.

“So that was amazing.” So much for not being awkward. I sounded like I’d just been to the carnival and taken a great ride. It was juvenile at best.

He chuckled. “It was. But next time we do it, I get to see every inch of you.”

Which meant reciprocation. My mouth formed a smile in the dark. “I’m liking that idea.”

He wrapped me up in his arms spoon-like in an embrace, kissing the back of my neck. “Get some sleep, Kels.”

 

***

 

Waking up in the truck the next morning wasn’t as weird as I would’ve thought, but it was hectic. Because every truck had learned the weather had cleared and was trying to get on the road. Myself included. Scott had left with a quick kiss, then left for his truck too. Business before the holiday was crazy, and he had a ton of things to get back to.

And although getting home and taking a nice long, hot shower would be nice, I had to return to the yard and pick up a new route for a pickup and drop off. At least this one was local. Then I wanted to stop by the hospital, and then I had my date.

Whoa. Shit. My date with Andrew. I’d almost forgotten. Obviously, I had to cancel. But wait, Scott had plans to go to Missy’s holiday party. Was he still going to go, or was I being naïve in thinking that sex with Scott meant that we were now exclusive? See this is the sort of stuff I’d needed to think about before he’d left. But as it was, I had too much on my plate to dwell on it for the moment.

There was no sign of Scott when I returned to work, and Nell was quick to give me my next orders. “Here you go, sweetie. Running behind ‘cause of all the snow. After this one, if you could take another, that’d be great.”

I texted my dad and let him know that I would be by to see him later. I was head down in my phone when I turned the corner and ran smack into Andrew. We each started talking at once.

“About tonight - ”

We both laughed. “Guessing you got double booked too,” I asked.

“Yeah and now I have to go over the pass tonight. Raincheck?”

“Sure. Drive safe.”

Whew. At least that had been easy. I was tempted to text Scott to see if he had a minute but then what? Ask if he still had plans? Find out he did and let it ruin my day. No thanks. I had trips to make and caffeine to find.

I finally pulled back into the yard at about seven o’clock that evening and had just turned the corner to drop off my paperwork on Nell’s desk. I was completely exhausted, ready for a shower and pretty sure I looked as disheveled as I felt. Which is why the universe decided to put Missy in front of me, looking like glamour-time Barbie in her fire engine red dress with four-inch heels that I would kill myself in. Her hair was done, her makeup perfect and her smile insincere.

“Oh dear, rough day, sweetie?”

“Yeah. You could say that. What are you doing here?”

I already knew the answer, but maybe I was wondering why she was here instead of Scott picking her up. Was he trying to rub it in my face?

“Scott was running late, so I told him I’d meet him here. Had my roommate drop me off though so he can take me home later.”

There it was, she was staking her claim. Then there he was, looking absolutely amazing in his black suit, as he came out of his office. “Sorry I’m ready – hey, Kelsey.”

Guilt. It was etched all over his face. Missy didn’t waste any time however, in focusing the attention back on herself. “Shall we go? We’re already running late.”

Either she didn’t pick up on the tension, or she chose to ignore it. Either way though, she was about to get the man, so what did it matter. I tried to get a read on Scott’s expression, but he only looked like he wanted to get out of here.

“Yeah. Have a good time.” It was all I could manage before spinning around and practically sprinting out to the car. I would not cry. I would not cry. The stupid tears wouldn’t listen though.

I parked in the lot next to the hospital and waited to collect myself before pasting on a smile, and visiting with my dad for the next hour, before he insisted I get home to get some rest. It was his fatherly way of telling me I looked like shit, too, I think.

But arriving to my darkened house that still had no real food in the refrigerator, no holiday lights of any kind on the house and nobody inside, set off a fresh round of tears. Scott’s truck missing from his driveway wasn’t exactly helping either. Pity party for one. Right here. Which is why I backed right out and went to 7-11. Because a proper pity party required cheese in a can that magically came out the top, crackers and mint chocolate chip ice-cream.

After my shower while I was half way through squirting the cheese directly in my mouth the knock came. I ignored it. It came again.

“Kels, open up. I know you’re in there.”

“Go away.” Which sounded funny with a mouth full of processed cheese.

The sound of the key turning in the lock made me remember he had a spare key.

I stayed sitting in on the couch, the evidence of my pig out on the coffee table in front of me. I wanted to throw the can at him, but the fact that he looked stupid hot in his suit made me rethink ruining it with spray cheese.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Too bad. Look, I know you’re hurt.”

I shook my head. “You don’t know that.”

He lips twitched, nodding towards the mess of junk food in front of me. “Okay.”

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you home early for your date?”

“I came over to apologize about tonight. I was so busy when I got back to the office, I completely forgot about my date with Missy. Then I felt bad having to cancel, but did try telling her I got delayed because of the weather. So instead she showed up there. She’d already added a plus one.”

“And you happened to have a suit at the office?”

“Actually, yes because I’d had it dry-cleaned and picked it up yesterday before heading up the mountain to see you.”

Where we’d had sex, but hadn’t talked about what it meant. “We didn’t exactly discuss this type of thing.”

He sighed, taking a seat beside me. “Nope, we didn’t. Matter of fact, I thought you’d be out with Andrew.”

“He got stuck taking a load across the pass.” Then it dawned on me why. “Oh my God, you stuck him with it.”

He didn’t even bother to deny it. “I simply told Nell that I thought he might be available. He didn’t have to say yes.”

“Mm hm. You and Missy looked like a couple tonight.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m finding out I prefer a girl in leggings and sweatshirts, who eats disgusting cheese stuff from a can, but still has the best ass I’ve ever seen.”

“She’s still beautiful.”

“You’re more beautifuller. College word.”

I gave him a goofy grin. The kind that said you’re not off the hook yet, but saying things like that was really sweet.

“Nothing happened with Missy. Not tonight. Not the other night either.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

I believed him. “You look really good in that suit.”

He smiled. “I was hoping it might be my ticket back into your good graces.”

“It’s kind of working. I was hurt to see you leave with her tonight. She seemed very intent of making you a couple again.”

He gave a humorless laugh. “Yeah well if she knew I was contemplating not returning to Morgan Stanley I doubt she would be pursuing me so hard. I don’t remember Missy being quite so driven in high school. Mostly, I think she just wants the image of the quintessential power couple, and to live in New York City.”

“Why did you leave?”

There was a story there. One he wasn’t telling me. Or maybe anyone. His eyes met mine. “Not now. It’s heavy stuff and right now I want nothing more than to take you up to your bedroom, lay you down on the mattress and see you naked for the first time.”

I had to hold myself back from sprinting up the stairs and tried to play it cool. “Yeah?”

He reached out, cupping my neck and bending his head down for a kiss. Wow, the man knew how to kiss.

“Let’s get upstairs.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

Once we got to the bedroom, his gaze settled on me when I tugged the sweatshirt over my head. A heavy dose of lust was reflected in his eyes, giving me the confidence to continue removing first my T-shirt, and then my leggings. Standing in only my bra and thong, I heard a hiss of breath leave him.

“You’re beautiful. Lay on the bed with your head propped on a pillow.”

I watched while took off his jacket and loosened his tie. Then he toed off his shoes while I got settled. “What did you have in mind?”

My question was answered when he moved towards me hovering over the bed and hooking his thumbs in the sides of my thong, pulling it down, down. Oh God. I was completely exposed to him. But he wasn’t done. Instead he reached up, pulling my bra straps down and undoing the clasp in the front, making it fall away. I shimmied out of it leaving me full naked for him.

“Your turn.”

He shook his head grinning. “In a moment. But first I need to taste you.”

I sucked in a breath never having had that done before. What can I say, high school boys got real intimidated when it came to giving oral. “I – ohhhhhh - ” My words died when his face went straight into my center, inhaling deeply.

I found myself mesmerized watching from my vantage point as he spread my knees wide and ran his tongue up my inner thigh. Jumbled words mixed with curses, left my lips making him smile.

“I haven’t even started yet.”

My hands gripped the sheets. “I um, this is my first time doing this,” I blurted out.

He looked surprised, then pleased. “You’ve never had anyone eat your pussy before?”

The crude words should’ve shocked me, but instead I found myself aroused that he’d talk this way. I shook my head watching as a grin spread across his face.

“You don’t know how much that turns me on, and how incredibly sexy you are like this.”

He made me feel that way. No reservations. No hesitancy, only pure—holy mother of all things—his tongue licked the length of my slit. And instead of having cognitive thinking ability, I simply let myself concentrate on the feel. His lips. His tongue. Now, good Lord, his fingers, were exploring me gently until he seemed to have reached his breaking point with teasing and went full throttle with his assault.

My fingers tangled in his hair. My hips bucked without permission, completely operating on their own. I cried out with my orgasm, feeling as though I’d just run ten miles with the way I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. But instead of coming down from the high, I was building again. The sensation so unbelievably overwhelming that I couldn’t be held responsible for the incoherent words dropping from my lips. The second orgasm completely shattered me. But then, with the sight of him looking up at me, my arousal still evident on his face, and remaining in his suit, I was in sexy overload.

“I need you naked.” Because if I was going to die tonight from pleasure, there was one last thing on my bucket list, and that was to see Scott Turner in all his naked glory, and when his clothes hit the floor, he did not disappoint.

“You’re perfect.” And he was with his muscular chest, strong arms and six pack abs. It only got better as I traveled south to see his impressive erection. How that had fit inside of me last night, I wasn’t sure.

“Not so perfect, but I’m glad you think so.”

I licked my lips. “You want me to return the favor?” I’d given a couple blow jobs in my limited sexual experience, but I don’t remember ever quite craving them the way I did with Scott.

“Later definitely, but right now I need to be inside of you.”

After quickly putting on a condom, he crawled up the length of me, dropping kisses over my stomach, then breasts, before traveling up to my neck. His hot breath in that sensitive spot below my ear gave me shivers. Then he was at my entrance pushing in, filling me slowly. Realizing I had free license to touch him, I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back to his perfectly muscled ass, pulling him deeper.

“God, you did that last night too. It feels so good.”

“Being able to see you tonight is so much better.”

“Much.”

His mouth met mine. Ceasing our conversation while pushing me to the brink again.

My legs began to shake, starting to build again. He was going for the triple crown again. And once he started groaning my name, grinding out his own climax, I went over the edge with him.