Page 19 of The Last Key
My dick is painfully hard, and if she presses into it again, I’m worried I’ll come. Since I’m only wearing boxers, that would be evident, and I don’t want to make this awkward.
Leaning in toward her, I wrap my arm tighter around her waist. “Kennedy?”
She’s quiet for a moment, then slowly rolls over, blinking.
“Hi.”
“Morning,” I say, voice as thick as my cock which is still pressing against her.
She looks down.
Right at it.
Direct eye contact.
“Oh,” she says breathily.
“Uh, sorry.”
That’s right, I’m smooth as fuck.
Her eyes snap back to me, then she bites her fucking lip.
Christ.
“It’s fine. Happens, right?” She shrugs one shoulder, but there’s an unmistakable glimmer of playfulness in her eyes. Was she rubbing against me on purpose?
I stare at her for a moment, my chest heaving with each breath as I fight the urge to kiss her, own those plush lips.
“If you say so.”
Our intense stare down continues for another beat. Then she smiles, tosses the covers off, and climbs out of bed. “I’ll get started on breakfast. Feel free to take care of that if you need to.”
She gives me a wily smile, then walks out of the room in nothing but my T-shirt and a tiny pair of boy shorts.
I lie back against the bed. Her catching me with a hard-on should’ve made me feel awkward, but it didn’t. Her lighthearted response, continuing to tease me, made me even harder.
I glance at the bedroom door, then down at my cock, but opt not to touch it here. She could walk back in any second. Then I look over at the bathroom. A second later, I’m flying out of bed, across the room, and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I make my way to the shower and turn it on. As steam lifts into the air, I climb inside, water pelting me as I wrap my hand around my hard-as-stone cock.
Kennedy.
I’m shameless as I imagine her on her knees in front of me, lips wrapped around my shaft, my hand twisted in her hair as I fuck her mouth.
I thrust into my fist over and over again, replaying the noises I heard her make last night. Whimpers and moans.
Fuck.
I groan, gasping as I work my hand faster.
She’s all I can think about. What does she feel like? Taste like? What does she look like when she comes? I know what she sounds like, and it’s on repeat in my head.
Her soft ohs.
My abs constrict as I moan. A shiver runs up my spine and my balls tighten.
“Fuck. Fuck.” I run my thumb over my tip as I grunt, squeezing harder, until… “Kennedy.” Her name is loud and raspy, rolling off my lips as I come on the shower wall.
Bracing a hand on the wall in front of me, I let the water soak me as my heart pounds in my ears and I struggle to catch my breath.
