Page 132 of Tell Me When It's Over

“That you signed.” Frowning at him, I sit up and lean against the headboard, gripping the comforter to my chest. In hindsight, I shouldn’t push the matter since he really doesn’t look torn up about it, but I can’t. “I’ve felt so bad about it, and I kept thinking you’d think the worst of me.”

He blinks. Then does it again, but slower. I know when he opens his mouth, it’s going to tell me some nicer version of “shut up, Lenny” because he’s got that kind of look in his eyes as he stares me down. “Let me ask you something. Why not the necklace?”

Instantly, my hand snakes around the chain hanging from my neck. “It’s special to me.”

His nod is slow, pointed. “You sold something you knew you could get money from so you could what? Pay a bill? Rent? Buy food? I’m sure whatever you did with the money was meant for survival. Yet, you could have hocked off that necklace for some killer money if you really wanted to, and you didn’t. So, no. I’m not going to be mad at you for trying to stay alive. Shit, I’ll sign something here and now and give it to you to put up on eBay if it means you can get money from it. It’d definitely help with school tuition since you refuse to let me pay for anything.”

My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I let my shoulders release from the hesitant stance they’re in. The last thing I want is for Kyler to be angry at me. There have only been a handful of times when he has been, and it’s always something I want to get past. So, I’m glad he’s not upset or mad.

“Since we’re being open here,” he murmurs, tugging the blanket away from me until it falls somewhere by my feet. “I think we should continue. I want you to be honest with me, Len, okay?”

Reading the seriousness in his eyes before they leave my gaze to trail down my mostly bare legs in my short pajama bottoms, I find myself nodding even though he’s not paying attention. He must sense my agreement, because he says, “Last night, you said you’d never gotten off before. Is that true?”

He thinks I lied about something as embarrassing as that? “Yes. Chase and I—” I wince, realizing I’m bringing him up even though Kyler looks at my body with a tight expression that says talking about another guy is the last thing he wants. “We never did much. Some…some touching and stuff but never anything that, uh, you know. Led to that.”

When his eyes flick upward again, there’s something burning in them. “Did he ever pressure you?”

“No. Never.”

“Never made you uncomfortable?”

I’m not sure why he’s asking all of a sudden, but I shake my head. I had been uncomfortable whenever I thought about going to the next level with him, but not in a scared way. In an inexperienced way, where I knew I wouldn’t have a clue what to do once we made it to that point. A point most people would have surpassed long before we had.

And the thing is, I probably would have had my first orgasm with Chase if Kyler hadn’t walked in, because it did feel good. I was a nervous wreck when I realized what Chase was doing after kissing down my stomach until he got to my panties, and I couldn’t say a single word because they were all trapped in my throat when I saw his questioning eyes looking up at me.

It’d felt…good. Way better than I thought it would, and he’d said the type of things that I’m sure he said to other girls he’d been with because it made my body tighten and tense and fuzzy with a kind of need I’d never felt before as his tongue swiped over me.

Even though that night still makes me cringe over how it ended, I’m glad it did. End. Because the way I stayed in my head the entire time Chase was doing it wasn’t like what I’d experienced with Kyler last night, where I was very much aware of what he was doing, how he moved over me, and every feeling he pulled from his thrusting hips. That is what it should have felt like before, but it didn’t.

I’d been the one to ask Kyler not to stop.

I’d been the one encouraging it.

“It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable with Chase, but I wasn’t ready for things with him because I think I knew it wasn’t him I wanted to…” My throat bobs as I swallow, my eyes trying to stay latched onto his even though I want to look away. “He wasn’t the one I wanted to experience that stuff with. I think he knew it too.”

Ky’s nostrils flare as he climbs over my body, his mouth hovering over mine. I let out a surprised breath against his lips, giving him all the indication he needs to close the distance between us. The kiss is sweet, slow, the torturous kind that still leaves me breathless as I let my lips follow his lead until I’m greedier for more.

Just as I start wrapping my arms around his neck to draw him in closer, he shakes his head and peppers kisses on one corner of my mouth, the other, then my jaw, until he’s licking the column of my throat leading to my pulse. His tongue flattens against me first, tasting me, causing my neck to fall back so he can get better access. His teeth nip my skin, causing me to suck in a breath as he straddles me, sinking further and further with his mouth and hands.

“K-Kyler?” My breath is shaky when he suckles the bare skin above one of my breasts, which ache as his tongue dips into the crevice left available with my tank still on.

“Do you trust me?”

There’s no doubt. “Always.”

“Lift your arms,” he instructs, waiting until I obey before he strips me of the loose material and leaves me topless. His eyes flash and stop my hands from covering my boobs, his gaze setting them on fire with a look of appreciation. “Fuck, honey. Better than I imagined.”

Honey. Throat thick, I try saying something but get cut off by him covering one of my pebbled nipples and sucking it into his mouth. Arching up, I moan embarrassingly loud as my fingers find his hair. “Kyler that feels so—” God. I close my eyes and let the sensation of his mouth working the sensitive bud take control. The sound his mouth makes, the soft suckling, the wetness as he lets go of the nipple and works his way over to the over one, has me needing more. Through my hooded eyes, I watch his head bob up and down over my chest, one of his hands sliding between my parted legs to start stroking a single finger up and down the seam of my covered slit.

Following his hand, I begin moving my hips upward to get the perfect amount of pressure as he bites my breast. “God,” I groan, digging my fingers into his scalp until he hisses. “S-Sorry.”

He releases my breast. “Don’t be. You need to pull my hair? Pull it. You need to dig your fingernails in? Hurt me. You need to ride my hand? Ride it. But I have a better idea.” With a single kiss between the valley of my breasts, his hand hooks into the waistband of my shorts and tugs. “May I?”

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly I nod in anticipation and rasp out, “Yes, please,” but I don’t dwell on it. If anything, my enthusiasm turns his eyes into molten lava. He peels off my shorts in one quick motion, leaving me completely naked in front of him. My heart pounds so loudly that it hurts my ears, and I know my face is red when I watch him look at every bare inch of me.

“So beautiful.” His eyes find mine. “You know that, right? You’re so fucking beautiful, Leighton. Never thought I’d…” He shakes his head, blowing out a breath. “I want to do this a couple different ways.”

My eyes widen. “What do you mean?”

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