Chapter Twenty-Three – NOW

 

After we leave the restaurant, we say goodnight to Zeek on the sidewalk and climb in Kyle’s truck.  I quickly text Celia to make sure she and Matilda are okay, and when she replies that they’re fine, I tell Kyle we can stop by his place.

He lives on the opposite side of town to me, closer to the Academy, and it surprises me that I’ve known him for over six years, yet I’ve never been to his house.  Although, I’m sure Matilda has visited a time or two with Celia, I’ve never asked her about it.  Of course, prior to a few weeks ago, I was studiously denying any kind of emotion toward the man, so it makes sense I would distance myself from anything revolving around him.

“This is it,” he says, when he cuts the engine.  He rounds the hood, opens my door, and takes my hand as he leads me through the gate and up the path to the front door of his townhouse. 

“Wow,” I gasp as I step past Kyle and into his space. 

“So, this is the family room,” he says as he steps around me and gestures with his outstretched hand.  “Through here is the kitchen.  You want a drink?”

“Sure, water would be great.”  I look around in somewhat surprise.  His place is super tidy and really modern.  On the mantel are framed family portraits, and from a few feet away, I instantly spot Matilda’s smiling photograph.  His furniture is mostly black, utilitarian, and clutter is non-existent. 

He fills me a glass of water from the dispenser on his enormous stainless steel fridge and hands it to me before getting himself a bottle of beer.

“Kitchen,” he states, and then he walks down a short hall.  “Spare bed and office.” He points through an open door.  “Bathroom.”  The final door he opens reveals the master bedroom.  His bedroom.  “My bedroom.” 

My mind immediately pictures me, naked on his bed, and him, leaning over me, kissing me all over before nestling between my thighs and pushing inside me.

“Wow.  I like the TV,” I say with an impish smile in an attempt to distract myself from my thoughts.  “Your place is really nice, Kyle. Is your lake cabin similarly furnished?  Your couch looks super comfy,” I mention as we walk back out into the living room.

He shakes his head.  “The cabin is basic.  Bed, shower, kitchen, porch.  No TV, no cell service.”

“I know it sounds minimal, but it also sounds quite appealing,” I say.  “I mean, I don’t think I could stay there forever, but a weekend would be doable.  I can definitely see why you choose to spend time there after a deployment.  No distractions.  Just you and nature.”

He steps forward and takes the glass from my hand, setting it on the mantel with his beer, and then gripping my hips.

“Have I told you how fucking perfect you are?” he rasps.

“You’re pretty perfect yourself,” I reply.  He smirks and then drops his head until his lips meet mine.  It gets heated fast and before I know it, he’s pushing my back against a wall and lifting me up as he moves between my thighs and his tongue sweeps into my mouth.  I moan at the feeling of his hard length pushing against the soft heat of my center. 

“Kyle,” his name is a whisper as it leaves my lips on a passionate breath. 

“God, Liv,” he replies in reverence as he pushes against me, still kissing me, still driving me crazy with lust.

I tear my mouth from his.  “Take me to your bedroom,” I pant.

He doesn’t reply.  Instead, his hands grip my ass and he moves.  My legs lock around his waist, my arms around his neck, and my mouth joins with his once more as he carries me down the hall and into his room.

 

It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex.  Almost seven years.  Sure, I’ve got a vibrator that does the job okay, but there’s only so much pleasure a motorized silicone device can bring.

I miss the weight of a man on top of me, pressing me into the bed.  I miss the sound of the grunts and groans of pleasure as he thrusts inside, and the feeling of his hips slamming against mine.  The rough pads of his fingers brushing over my taut nipples.  The heat of his breath and tender kisses on the sensitive spot on my neck.

My vibrator is good, but it’s not that good!

Kyle places me on his bed, ensuring my head is on the pillows, and looms over me, his eyes sweeping over my body in a lazy, heated way that has my stomach clenching.

“Take your shirt off,” I beg as my fingers fumble with the hem, trying lift it up.  He tugs it off and I take his naked torso for the first time.

Oh, my god.

His chest is broad, his pecs are hard, and damn, even the dark brown color of his nipples is hot.  My eyes move slowly down to the rippled, taut muscles that make up his stomach, and the tantalizing V that disappears beneath his jeans.  My mouth waters, aching to lick his tanned skin all over.

His hands palm the bare skin of my thighs, sending heated ripples throughout my body.  His molten gaze finds mine and he holds my stare for a few silent seconds.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice husky.

“So sure,” I breathe.

“Then this needs to come off,” he says, inching my dress higher and higher until my panties are exposed to him.  I raise my butt off the bed and my dress slips up to my waist.  My thighs part wider of their own volition as he settles between them.  My breath catches in my throat as he lowers his head to run his nose over the damp spot on my panties.

“Jesus,” I whisper in anticipation.  My fingers grip the bedsheets to curb the overwhelming urge I have to tear off my own underwear and shove his face against my pussy.

“Patience,” he murmurs, and I can hear a lilt of humor in his tone that goes along with the smile on his luscious lips. 

In possibly the hottest move in the history of sex, he uses his teeth to tug my panties down.

Just the thought of what is to come has my eyes rolling back in my head.  I’m so turned on, I’m pretty sure I’ll come the minute he breathes on my clit.  I squirm on the bed, desperate for some contact from his mouth, or his fingers, or both.

“Please, Kyle.”  My voice is high-pitched.  Strained. 

With my lower half bared completely to him, he takes a moment to admire my pussy, before licking his lips.  His eyes stay locked with mine as leans in and sweeps his tongue through my slit.

“Oh, god,” I moan.

“Delicious,” he rasps, before using his thumbs to open me wide and then sucking on my clit until I’m bucking on the bed, breathless and whimpering his name in a desperate plea.

He uses his fingers and his tongue, his lips and his teeth, and oh, god, I’m going to come.  My hands grip the side of his head near his ears and I anchor him to me as I convulse on the bed, crying out a garbled string of words that make no sense.

My eyes are squeezed tightly shut and when I finally open them, he’s wiping my glistening arousal off his bottom lip with his thumb.  The sight makes my pussy spasm.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” I tell him, cocking a brow and glancing toward his jeans.

“Let’s fix that then.”  He climbs off the bed and pops the button on his jeans before letting them fall to the floor.  His briefs quickly follow and sight of his gloriously hard cock fills my vision.  A bead of moisture spills out the top and dribbles down his impressively thick and long shaft.

Impatient, I sit up and tug my dress over my head before tossing it across the room and quickly unsnapping my bra and sending it flying as well. 

“You’re so freaking hot,” I mumble, unable to contain myself as he rolls a condom on his impressive manhood.

He moves back on the bed and positions himself between my thighs.  I run my hands up his toned back and down over his muscular ass. 

“You sure you want this, Liv?  ‘Cause once you say yes, there’s no going back.”

“I want this.  I’ve wanted it for the longest time.  I’ve wanted you for the longest time.”

He kisses me.  Soft and sweet, but oh-so deep, and when his tongue sweeps through my lips, his cock pushes inside me.  When he’s fully submerged and his pelvis is flush against mine, his mouth leaves me and dips to suckle one of my nipples.  I arch as sparks of pleasure shoot through my body, and only then does he start to thrust.

My legs wrap tight around his waist.  One hand grips his ass, while my other finds purchase on his shoulder.  My eyes roll back as he finds the sweet spot inside and grinds against me.  He’s got one palm planted firmly beside my head, and the other grasping my hip.  He pulls out and pushes in, slowly at first.  Tender.  Then he begins to speed up until he’s fucking me with wild abandon, swallowing my screams with his mouth, and bringing alive every dormant nerve in my body.

When I can’t hold back any longer, I clamp tight around his cock as my orgasm ripples through my body.  His thrusts lose momentum and then he throws his head back, and shudders.

“Liv.  Baby,” he groans, and it’s quite possibly the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.  He collapses over me, keeping most of his weight on his elbow.  His warm breath skitters across my neck as he pants, coming down from the exertion of our lovemaking. 

“Wow.  That was… wow,” I whisper through a heavy exhale.  My body is still tingling from the aftershocks of the orgasms he gave me.

So much better than my vibrator.

Definitely.