Page 58 of Hot Mess

She chuckled, good, it wasn’t all depression and woe.

“Jealous or not, it doesn’t stop them. Some days I have thicker skin, and some days I don’t.”

“I take it today wasn’t a thick-skinned day?” I hated that she was hurting, and I couldn’t bust onto the scene and save the day.

“It’s been wearing thinner all week. I think I’m going to head back to LA, and let you finish up here without me.”

I tilted her face up so I could look into her eyes.

“I don’t like that solution.”

She shifted.

“But,” I started, “I will accept your decision. You know what’s best for you. It doesn’t mean I’m not going to like it.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Hey, no.” I shifted, wrapping myself around her. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at whoever is making you feel like you have to run and hide.”

She placed her hands on the side of my face. “I’m not running away. I’m leaving so you can focus on your job. This way you don’t have to look at the crew and wonder who hurt my feelings today, or who it will be tomorrow.”

She angled her face so that her lips brushed against mine.

I pressed in against her, and she gathered me in. Wrapping her arms and legs around my body. I knew an invitation when it was wrapped around me and moaning into my mouth.

I pulled the shirt she slept in over her head, freeing her breasts, that were large and warm, and simply perfect. Cupping them together, I dipped my head and placed kisses along the top of the bountiful mounds. These were a glorious part of her, and all of her deserved my undivided attention.

Kayla let out small moans and cries and I licked and sucked the skin. I wanted to leave bite marks on her, so that she knew I was the one who marked her. I pulled a nipple into my mouth. She arched against me. Her hips rocked against my leg.

Her hands fluttered over my shoulders and tugged at my hair. I kissed my way down her body, across her lush middle until I was positioned between her thighs.

I kissed and licked the skin at the back of her knee.

She bucked and giggled. The giggle turned into a keening gasp when I placed my mouth on her pussy. I licked up her seam. She bucked against my face, eager for me to taste her.

“Yes, Nick, please.”

When she asked like that, it was my pleasure to give her what she wanted. I slid my tongue in between her folds and targeted her clit. Her entire body bowed up. She thrust against my hand when I slid my fingers into her. She was hot and slick, ready for me.

Her hands pressed down on my head. She wanted more. I gave her more. I slid another finger in and thrust as I sucked harder on her nerve center.

I was rewarded with a cry that accompanied her muscles clenching around my fingers. I needed to feel that clench and pulse on my cock. It was hard and throbbing with need. Kayla’s needs came first right now. She needed the release, the proof of my intentions.

She started hitting me, demanding my attention away from how I was enjoying her body.

I looked up at her body. She was flush and panting, and so fucking sexy.

“I need you in me.” She rolled her hips up as I slid from fingers from her.

I grabbed the condoms out of the drawer next to the bed. It was a newer box than the one she gave me at Christmas, we used all of those up in no time.

“Want to help?” I handed her the unwrapped condom.

She took it and fumbled as she pushed it onto my cock. I wasn’t unrolling.

“My fingers aren’t working,” she laughed.

“I think it’s backward.” She flipped it over and it slid down easier.

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