Page 101 of Kismet

Throwing on the pair of sweats that are discarded on my floor, sans underwear, I leave the bedroom. My pack of smokes is on the dining room table, so I grab those before heading out onto my back deck. As the smoke inflates my lungs to max capacity, my body relaxes, skin tingling.Smoking used to only be something I did when I drank, but over the last few months, it’s been happening more often. It calms my nerves, and lately, my stress levels have been through the roof.

It’s a cold morning. The chilly air kissing goosebumps all over my skin. I don’t even know what time it is, but the dew on the grass and the fresh smell in the air lets me know it’s pretty early. I take another drag, my mind spinning with thoughts of everything and nothing all at once.

The back door squeaks as it slides open. I don’t turn my head to meet his sleepy gaze, but I can feel it on me all the same. I’ve never been able tofeelsomeone’s attention the way I do his. The weight of his presence is heavy and demanding, and I wonder if it’s like that with everyone he comes into contact with or if it’s exclusive to me and him.

Without a word, he plops down into the chair beside me, grabbing the pack of Marlboros, and pulling one out for himself. He lights it, inhaling before blowing the white cloudy smoke into the air. All without saying anything. In my peripheral, I can make out that he’s wearing only his black briefs. His right ankle sits on his left thigh as he takes drag after drag.

The air around us is thick. Heady. The chill in the air has nothing on the bite of tension sizzling between us. Suddenly, my blood is on fire, my skin blazing. The goosebumps adorning my skin are now there for an entirely different reason. Absentmindedly, I rub the corner of my mouth with my thumb before taking another drag off my dying cigarette.

I don’t want to look over at him.But I do want to.Everything about me turns into a contradiction around him. I hate him. But I don’t. I need him. But I can’t. He tests every boundary I have. Forces me to cross every line I swore I’d never cross. And I don’t think he even realizes it.

After several incredibly awkward moments, he breaks the silence, but doesn’t look at me. “I don’t want you to regret it, Cash.”

The vulnerability and the sadness in his tone is a knife to the chest. Words die in my throat, and I have to swallow hard around the knot in order to respond.

“I told you I would never regret anything with you.” Smashing the nearly gone cigarette into the ashtray between us, I push out of the chair and walk inside. No backward glance. Once inside, I saunter into the kitchen, grabbing a water from the fridge and downing half of it in one go.

Before I know it, he’s behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand and another chill runs through me. I set the water bottle on the counter before slowly turning to face him. His ebony hair is disheveled from sleep and the pillow left creases on the left side of his face. My gaze falls to his chest—wide, chiseled, dusted lightly with hair that just last night I was running my hands over. When I look up again, his skilled pink tongue slips out, gliding over his bottom lip before disappearing back into his mouth.

Closing the distance between us, he backs me up until I hit the refrigerator, boxing me in with his arms. My body responds immediately to being in such close proximity to him. An electric current flows from me to him, and it only intensifies when his face comes to my neck. His breath ghosting across my skin.

He inhales deeply, and my fingers itch to reach for him. But I don’t. My eyes slam shut as his hot, firm lips press down on my skin. He can probably hear my heartbeat racing in my chest. I drop my head back on the fridge as he peppers kisses along the expanse of my neck. Our bodies are inches apart, if that. His lips are the only part of him physically touching me, but I can feel himeverywhere.

When his lips come up to my other ear, he nips the lobe before flicking his tongue over it soothingly. “I can hear your heart pound for me. Feel your pulse race beneath my lips.” The smile is evident in his raspy voice right before he sinks his teeth into the spot where my neck and shoulder meet.

The gasp that falls from my lips is wholly unintentional, as is the way my hips buck into him, showing me he’s as hard as I am. Once again, he flicks his tongue over the tender area to soothe it before trailing his lips along my jaw. Unable to hold back any longer, I turn my face, lips crashing against his and tongue thrusting into his mouth.

He tastes like nicotine and raw need. The way Stone kisses is always with so much purpose. His tongue glides along mine with precision. Our heads tilt and our mouths open wide, as if we can’t get close enough. If I could crawl inside his mouth, I would. The storm brewing between us is ever present and addictive. It’s needy, violent, and destructive, but like a junkie, I can’t fucking get enough.

By the time he rips his lips from mine, they’re swollen and glistening with our spit. The wild, carnal look blazing in his eyes sparks fire in my blood again. My head is dizzy and light, all the blood having been diverted below the belt.

Watching him and waiting for his next move, a shiver rolls through me. His lips tilt into a menacing grin and amusement glints in his eyes. “Turn around, Bambi. Hands on the counter.”

Everysinglefucking time he calls me that name, it’s like a shot of potent pleasure straight to my balls. I’m putty in his hands. I’m spinning on my heels, palms flat on the cold granite countertop, before I can suck in my next breath. My eyes close as I take everything in, using my other senses. Stone drops to his knees behind me, ripping my sweats down until they pool at my ankles. Strong hands knead my ass cheeks, spreading them wide open. I’m fully exposed to him, and it’s so crude and filthy. Itshouldmake me embarrassed, but it doesn’t. I’m so fucking turned on. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, throbbing and dripping for him as his face dives between my cheeks, inhaling my scent before his tongue lashes out against my hole.

My legs tremble against his assault, and I bring my hand down to stroke myself. Before I can even wrap my palm around my length, a loud and painful crack sounds, vibrating through my entire body as my ass cheek screams in surprise.He fucking spanked me!

“What the fu—” I go to say, but am cut off when his deep, rumbling voice meets my ears.

“Isaid, hands on the counter. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Well, okay, then.Hands on the counter, it is.

Without another word, he dives back in, devouring me. He’s a starving man on a mission and I’m his much-needed nourishment. And boy, does he know how to fuckingfeast. His tongue is strong and able; teasing my hole, licking a hot trail up my taint, gliding over my sac. Careful not to move my hands, my forehead rests on the counter as inhumane noises expel from my body.

One hand continues to hold me wide open for his access, while his other wraps around my aching cock, stroking slowly. Just enough to really drive me mad. My back arches, pushing back into him, shamelessly demanding more from him. His tongue spears into me, eliciting a breathy gasp from me as my legs continue to tremble and threaten to give out on me.

“Stone…Please.” My voice is hoarse and barely recognizable. I don’t even know what I’m asking for. My mind is fuzzy, and my body is thrumming, needing all of him.

He pulls away from me, and I can’t help the whimper that comes from me as I peer over my shoulder at him. Lying on my kitchen floor, he throws a devilish smirk my way. “Come sit on my face, baby.”

My chaotic heart attempts to crack through my rib cage at the sight of him. I move toward him, facing the direction he’s facing, and lower myself onto his face. My cheeks heat, both from embarrassment and arousal. As soon as my ass makes contact with his face, his tongue is back to work.

Still in only his black briefs, he’s as hard as my granite countertops and threatening to bust right out of his underwear. I grind my ass on Stone’s face as I reach down and free him from his cloth restraints. His big, beautiful, veiny cock springs free, the tip glistening with pre-cum dripping from his slit. My mouth waters, and without giving it any more thought, I bend down and take him into my mouth.

His musky, masculine scent is intoxicating, and I can still taste the faint flavor of latex from the condom he wore last night. Neither of us showered after we finished. We curled up and passed out instead.

I moan as my lips stretch around his girth and his tongue falters for a moment as his chest vibrates with a groan that I can feel deep in my bones. I’m not able to take his whole length in my mouth without moving my ass off his face, and with the way his fingers are digging into my cheeks and holding me still, that’s not possible. So instead, I twirl my tongue around and suck as much as I can get from my position, loving the taste of him.

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