Page 35 of Until Forever

Keith’s lips pressed against my folds, ever so gently at first, but it was enough to make me know exactly where those noises were coming from. With every expert move he made over my body, I was bursting to the brim with more hot need than I knew was possible. One flick of his tongue, and I was coming apart at the seams. By the time his fingers slipped inside of me, I was seconds away from cumming.

“Wait,” I managed to say. “I want you inside of me. I don’t want to…not yet.”

“I want to make you cum, Lana,” he rasped. “There will be plenty of time for the rest of it in a minute.”

I didn’t want to break it to him that I wasn’t really a “multiple orgasms” kind of girl. Even if I did want to warn him, I couldn’t have. Because he set to lapping me up again, and I was done for. I shuddered and wailed out from the tidal wave of a climax that ripped through me until the pleasure slowly faded, and his mouth went back to flurrying kisses up and down my thighs.

I quickly pulled his face back up to mine. Even if I couldn’t cum again, that didn’t change the fact that I wanted him inside of me. Our mouths collided, our tongues rolled together. His fingers…what were they doing? I stammered to tell him not to bother when he slipped them between my legs again. But as soon as I felt his touch, my eyes bulged with a surprising feeling. One expert stroke and I was almost there again.

“Keith,” I whimpered in disbelief. “Oh my god.”

He bit into my neck, then growled into my ear. “Cum again for me, Lana.”

He picked up speed, hitting all the right places, until I was crashing into oblivion all over again. My heart pounded, and I didn’t think I’d ever breathe or walk the same again. And he hadn’t even been inside of me yet.

“You better come here, before you make me pass out,” I joked, pulling his hips between my legs.

I shook with the mere brush of him against my sensitive, tingling nerves. It almost felt like too much, but thankfully, he didn’t focus there long. I laid back and braced myself as he slowly slipped inside. It was just the tip at first, but that was almost enough all on its own. My nails dug into his thighs, begging him to keep going. When he did, I found myself questioning if I had ever even really had sex before. Of course, I had. But why did it suddenly seem like everyone else had been doing it wrong?

He moved inside of me with a steady rhythm, but we were both impatient from everything that had been building up between us.

“Faster,” I begged him, in complete disbelief that yet a third orgasm was building up inside of me.

He obeyed, moving in all the right ways—touching and grinding against all the perfect places until my mind was imploding from the intense pleasure. The sounds he made were so strange to hear. I had known Keith for over fifteen years. I heard his voice change slowly as he went through puberty. I had heard his voice when he was angry, amused, happy, sad…It was so bizarre to hear such a familiar voice make such foreign noises. Not the noises you were supposed to hear a friend or acquaintance make. Those sounds were reserved only for lovers…and there I was, basking in them as they rolled through my ears, as another orgasm ripped through my body. The climax struck him at the exact same moment, and those primal sounds became even more passionate.

When it was over, we melted into one another, waiting for our heart rates to return to normal. It was incredibly uncomfortable on the kitchen table, but I wasn’t going to complain. Not while my entire body was still coursing from the aftermath of not one, not two, but three orgasms in a row. A feat completely unknown to me before then.

“This is no good,” he said suddenly with a wry smile. “I can’t very well treat you like the queen you are when you’re spread out across my kitchen table like this.”

I started to tell him he was out of luck, because my legs were jello. But as if he read my mind, he swept me up into his arms and carried me to his bed. He laid me down, then stretched out beside me, softly stroking and kissing my skin.

“What happens now?” I asked, feeling a little awkward.

Not only did I just have sex with Keith Mullins, but now we were…what? Just supposed to cuddle in his bed and act like this was all perfectly normal!?

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I don’t know. What are we doing?”

“I don’t know what you’re doing,” he smirked. “I’m just enjoying looking at you.”

His eyes burned into me with a sincerity that made his words sound so true. He really was enjoying it…relishing in it even. But I squirmed under his stare. Everything felt so good, but it was almost too much to take. All the doubts and questions started seeping back into my brain.

“I get why all the women are so crazy over you,” I told him. “You know how to sweet talk a girl.”

His smile faded. “Why bring up anyone else? I don’t care about any of them.”

I didn’t want to start a fight, but I couldn’t help but feel like he didn’t care about any of them right then because they weren’t the ones who were naked in his bed. Not right that second. But what about the next night? And the night after that? Or better yet, what about the nights before? Could another woman have been in my spot last night? If they were, I was certain he told them all the same things he was telling me.

“I should go,” I decided suddenly.

“No, you really shouldn’t,” he insisted. “Stay the night with me, Lana.”

“I can’t,” I sighed, sitting up in bed. “What if Claire needs something? You know we can’t count on Chris.”

I was slapped with the reminder of what happened that afternoon, and the way Chris appeared to be hitting on me. It made me feel sick to my stomach and irritated by Keith’s touch. Were all men just cheating pigs doting over whichever woman was right in front of them at any given moment? I was plagued by the things Molly Roberts had said about Keith and knew if I didn’t get out of there, I was going to say something I regretted.

“I really should go,” I said again, more urgently, as I pulled away from him and slipped out of bed.

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