Chapter Ten
AMBER
I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even know orgasms like that existed. Dylan was the only man I’ve ever been with and he was not the “generous” lover type.
“Kyle…Jesus fuck… What was that?” I felt him smile into me before he kissed each one of my outer lips and slowly pulled his fingers out of me. I shuddered hard. I was still trying to get my breath under control when I felt him slither like a snake on his belly, down to the bottom of the bed and pull off my panties and my shoes. He slithered all the way up then and lay next to me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was still smiling.
“You’re amazing,” I told him, reaching down for his cock. I felt him push the top of his boxers down so I grabbed them instead and helped him. Once they were out of the way, I had his beautiful cock in my hand again, only now I could see it. He was so perfect it was unbelievable. I bent my head down and licked across the tip. His body convulsed. He had his eyes closed and his head pushed back into the pillow. I licked him again, and that time, he whimpered. He reached down and pulled me up so that he could kiss my lips.
While he was kissing me and I was licking and sucking the taste of myself off of his lips and tongue, I reached back down for that cock. I held it with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. His eyes were practically rolling back in his head and he said, “Baby…God, you have to stop…fuck…you feel me so fucking good.”
I stroked again and gave his balls a light squeeze. I felt his body tensing, and that’s when I let go and straddled his pelvis. He reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and the next thing I knew, he was ripping a condom open with his teeth. I sat up near his chest while he rolled that rubber on his big cock. I was on the verge of cumming again, just thinking about him being inside of me. I lifted up my hips and he took his cock into his own hand and guided it to my entrance. I felt the head enter, and I groaned as I slid down slowly. Each throbbing inch was like delicious torture, until he was so deep inside of me that the tip of it was hitting bottom. I slid back up the shaft, slowly withdrawing, and just before I got the head, I slammed my body back down onto his. He let me go slowly for a while – I think he was trying to make it last.
He put his hands on my back and pulled me into him so that he could suck on my breasts while he fucked me. Then, we both began to move our hips together and we found the most amazing rhythm. It was slow, but sweet, and we moved like that for a while, steadily, in and out until his momentum began to build. I heard Kyle growl and once again, he grabbed my hips and began to buck wildly underneath me. He was literally pistoning his cock in and out of me. Long, fast strokes, faster and faster.
I was panting out my breaths, and he was panting out his, and a sheen of sweat was beginning to cover us both. I felt his intensity increase and I opened my eyes so I could see his face when he came. A primal sound escaped from between his lips. His body tensed and he grasped onto tightly as his cock swelled and his balls tightened. It seemed that everything inside of him was lost in that one moment in time. I could feel his cock spasm inside of me, and the look on his face was pure ecstasy. I’d never felt so good in my life and I never wanted this night to end.
I lay forward onto his belly and chest, and he held me like that against him. I haven’t been held like that in long time – maybe ever. Every so often, he would run his hands down my back, over the curves of my ass, and down to the tops of my thighs. My breasts were crushed into him, and I could feel a heartbeat between us, but I wasn’t sure if it was his or mine. I burrowed my face into his neck and closed my eyes and breathed him in. I loved the way he smelled – it’s simple and barely there, but once you find it, he’s intoxicating. He was incredible. “Am I squishing you?”
I felt his body shake as he laughed at me. He reached up and took my face in both of his hands again and then he held it back and kissed me. He kissed my lips and my cheeks and my nose and forehead and then he looked at me with his sexy eyes and he said, “No, you can stay there all night if you want to.”
“I’d love to, but can I pee and text my sister first?”
I felt him laugh harder this time. “You have that kind of sister, too?”
I was embarrassed, but I knew Marlene would worry and I hated that. “Kind of. I’m sorry, but I don’t want her to worry.”
He kissed me again. “Don’t be sorry. The bathroom is to the right and on your way back from getting your phone, would you mind grabbing some water out of the fridge?”
“Not at all. I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry!”
I giggled like a schoolgirl as I got out of his bed naked and went into the bathroom. I tried to do my business without looking at my face in the mirror. I knew I had to be a mess. Sometimes Dylan used to tell me I looked like the Swamp Thing after sex. I know he just said things like that to be mean, but sometimes I couldn’t get them out of my head.
I ran into the living room and grabbed my phone out of my purse, and then I grabbed Kyle’s water. I took it back to the bedroom and handed him the water bottle as I began to text Marlene. I sent her a quick one that just said, “Safe. Fun. Love you. Home in a.m.” I started to sit it down on his nightstand when I saw I had three missed calls and two text messages. I checked the text messages first. One was from Dylan. It said, “Where the fuck are you?” The next one was from Marlene and it said, “Dylan is looking for you. Don’t come home tonight.” Shit! I could see Kyle watching me, but I had to listen to the messages. I didn’t want Dylan harassing Marlene. Nona was there and she’d be scared to death…
The voicemails were all from Dylan. He started out calm and telling me he just wanted to talk. In the second one, he called me a bitch and told me to call him back. In the last one, he was rambling and telling me he would burn my sister’s house down if I didn’t come home now.
“Kyle, I have to go.” It was dark in the room, but there was enough light through the windows that I could see the confused look on his face. “I’m sorry. I’ had an amazing time. My sister needs me.”
“Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she will be,” I said as I fished around on the floor for my clothes. I was trying not to work myself up into a panic. Dylan wouldn’t burn down my sister’s house with her daughter in there…would he? He’s never done anything that violent, but he has been escalating lately.
“Amber?” I couldn’t find my panties.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem really stressed all of a sudden.”
“I told you, my sister’s sick.” I fished around underneath the bed…bingo!
“Do you want me to go with you in case you need to take her to the hospital? I can stay with her daughter-”
“No, Kyle!” I snapped at him. Great. Now he looks hurt, instead of confused. I leaned in and put my hand on the side of his face. “I’m sorry. Everything will be okay. I just have to take care of this, okay?” I laid my phone down on the bedside table as I pulled on my panties and shoes. Then I went into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face and tried to straighten out my hair. I heard the “Ding” of my text message sound and I suddenly had a memory of where I left it. I rushed back into the room. Kyle wasn’t touching the phone, but he was looking at it. I’d left it there…right next to the bed.
“Who’s Dylan?”
I reached for the phone. I flinched as I did because I half expected him to grab my sore wrist. When he didn’t, I was reminded once again that he wasn’t Dylan. “He’s my ex-boyfriend,” I said.
“Oh. How long ago did you break up?”
“Kyle can we do this another time? I really have to go.” God, what a way to end such a beautiful night.
“It’s kind of a simple question, Amber.”
“Last Monday night.”
“Wow… So, are you leaving to go meet him?”
“Jesus, no! I’m going to check on my sister.” The chime went off on my phone again. I had it in my hand, but I didn’t look down and I suddenly didn’t have to. It went off again and again and again until I wanted to scream – and I knew only one idiot who would get drunk enough to do that.
“He’s persistent,” Kyle said. “What is it he wants this late at night?”
“I’m sorry, Kyle. It’s a long story. I promise I will tell it to you…”
“Next time.”
“Yes.”
“But not this time because you have to rush out and see your ex-boyfriend.”
“Kyle…” the phone went off again. “It’s not that, I swear to you.”
“Then prove it to me, Amber. Let me see the texts.”
The panic I felt inside of me told me that getting Kyle involved at this stage of his recovery would do nothing but set him back. I couldn’t take the risk that Dylan would hurt him. “No, I’m sorry Kyle. I have to go.”
I rushed out with my shoes in my hand. I didn’t look over my shoulder because I was afraid if I saw his face one more time, I’d want to fall into his arms, be a damsel in distress, and ask him to rescue me…but this was my problem, my mess, and I was the one that needed to clean it up. Kyle’s not strong enough to deal with Dylan right now and even if he were, I don’t want him fighting for me.