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Kalen

S he blinks up at me, looking so fucking sexy it’s all I can do not to give over to the orgasm pulling at me, but the last thing I want to do is shoot cum all over her pretty face—before we even get started, but let’s be real here, I do want to shoot cum all over her pretty face, if that’s what she wants. With her fingers on my palm, I link our hands together and pull her to her feet.

“Condition?” she asks. Lust-filled eyes move over my face, and the pink flush on her cheeks is almost the same color as her vibrator.

Clit Eastwood.

Jesus, I can’t wait to hear the names of her other toys.

“Yeah.” I run my other hand down her body, slipping it under the big sweatshirt that hangs mid-thigh, no doubt to keep her warm at the rink. But we’re not at the rink anymore, and I plan to keep her warm for the rest of the night. I lightly stroke the soft skin on her side. She whimpers as I caress her before going lower, sliding my hand between her legs. Heat radiates from her sex, and my cock jumps. “Before the night is over, I get to put my cock in here.”

She gulps, and nods. “I think that’s a great condition.”

“Good. Now let’s get you out of these clothes and on that bed so you can show me how Clit Eastwood works his magic.” I tug on the hem of her sweatshirt and she lifts her arms, making it easy for me to peel it off. I toss it away, and she grabs my sweater and pulls on it. Since I’m a lot taller than her, she can only lift it so far, so I take over and remove it. I quickly shed the T-shirt I’m wearing underneath and my dick jumps at her smile of appreciation as I strip.

Before I can continue to remove her clothes, I need to get out of my fucking pants, which are hovering around my hips and annoying the fuck out of me. I toe off my boots, strip off my pants, as well as my boxers, and kick them out of the way.

She continues to stare at me, like it’s the first time she’s seen my body, and I grab her hand and tug her to me. Sure, it’s great to be admired, but I’m not sure I ever liked being looked at so much before. “Seems unfair that I’m naked and you’re not,” I growl.

She breathes out a soft mewling sound as she says, “Maybe you should rectify that.”

“I plan to, babe. Believe me, I plan to.” I reach behind her and unhook her bra, then she leans forward, letting it slip from her shoulders. I pull her to me, burying my face in her neck and run my hands over the soft angles of her shoulder blades. I moan as her gorgeous nipples press against my body. Christ, they’re so hard and needy for my touch, I’m sure they’re going to score my skin, and I wouldn’t be mad at all.

Before I get to work on her jeans, I cup her sweet, delicate breasts. They fit in my palms like they were made to be there. “These,” I begin. “So fucking perfect.”

Her brow tightens, a skeptical look in her eyes when they meet mine. Christ, has no man ever told her how absolutely perfect she is?

“I always thought I was small,” she admits.

Deciding to show her just how much I like everything about her size, I dip my head and suck one nipple into my mouth as my thumb caresses the other one. She rakes her hands through my hair, her body curving against mine. I suck her all the way in, and she gasps. Inching back, I stare at her dark nipple, swollen and wet from my mouth. “Perfect mouthful.”

This time her eyes are full of lust and belief when my gaze goes back to hers. She arches her back, wanting more, and I give it to her. But I’d be a fucking liar if I said it was just for her. Nope, I’m not that altruistic. I want her tits in my mouth, I want to lick and suck and just gorge on her body like a fucking selfish bastard. When have I ever been this greedy?

Her hand slides between my legs and she grips my cock, stroking the long hard length of me, and if I want this to last long enough for her to use Clit Eastwood, I need to put a stop to it. But fuck, I sure as hell don’t want to.

“Naked and on the bed, babe.” Her hand slips from my dick and I don’t miss her small intake of breath. I put my hands on her hips and study her face. “Only if you want to.”

She hesitates for the briefest of seconds, and then she removes the rest of her clothes and backs up, answering me without words. Snatching her toy off the nightstand, she turns it on, and the buzzing sound fills the room. She reaches into her drawer again, and grabs the lube.

“I’m not even sure you need that.”

“You’re probably right. I’m really wet.”

Fuck me.

She grins, like she knows exactly what her sexy words are doing to me. “But I use lube when I’m alone.”

“Use the lube,” I growl.

She climbs onto her bed, and spreads her legs. Flipping the cap open on the tube, she pours a generous amount onto her pussy, and I fucking nearly lose it.

“Jesus, Sahara. That is hot.”

She rubs her pussy with her palm and spreads her lips in preparation for the toy. I’m so damn mesmerized, my entire body goes stiff and I’m not even sure I’m breathing. Sliding the buzzing toy between her legs, she lets out a small moan, and her head sinks deeper into her pillow.

“You’ve never done this for anyone before, right?” Jesus, why am I asking that? So, what if she has or hasn’t. It doesn’t make special, either way.

Do you want to feel special, dude?

Fuck.

“No, Kalen.” She pushes the vibrator inside her sweet, sweet pussy and her moan of pure bliss heats my blood.

Torture.

Pure fucking torture watching what she does when she’s alone. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to any of this. I will never, ever get this image out of my brain, and in fact I’m worried I’m going to compare every other hook up to this one.

Her eyes slowly open and she turns my way. Her gaze drops to my throbbing cock. “I want to watch too,” she murmurs.

Right.

I fist my dick, and ever so slowly run my palm from base to crown. I dip into my pre-cum and use it for lube, as she unconsciously wets her lips. Damn, what I’d do to have my cock in that sweet mouth of hers, or better yet, my mouth between her legs.

Two steps take me closer to the bed, so I can get a better look at the pink toy sliding in and out of her body, and I breathe in her aroused scent. It goes straight to my head, and I wobble, a bit lightheaded, but I don’t close my eyes. No way am I missing a second of this.

She pulls the toy out and it’s so damn wet, my cock aches to be inside her. Her hand moves quicker and I focus in on the movement, the toy going from inside her to her swollen clit.

“Kalen,” she murmurs, and my gaze goes to her face. Her breath is coming fast, her cheeks a deeper shade of pink and I can’t help but tug on my cock a little harder. “I’m so close.”

“Show me how you come, babe.”

She wets her dry lips again, and her breasts jiggle as she uses the toy between her legs, moving it faster over her clit. Her breathing is labored now as she slides the toy inside her, her mouth opening and her upper body lifting from the bed. She curls into herself, the bed practically vibrating as she comes.

“Holy fuck,” I murmur, unable to help myself. I go still, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the show. She keeps the toy inside her body and collapses back onto the bed. As she breathes deeply, she turns her head on the pillow. Sated eyes latch onto my dick, and that’s when I remember I’m supposed to be showing her too.

She grins as I begin to rub again, and she removes the toy, setting it on the nightstand. Her thighs are slick from her juices, and she puts her hand on her belly, her breaths slowing as she comes back to me.

“Sahara,” I whisper.

“You liked?”

“Yeah, babe. I liked.”

She chuckles. Jesus, I love how open and free she is with me. I know at times I spot vulnerability, and a part of me wonders if it’s just me she can only show that side of herself to.

I have no time to think about that, because she’s pushing from the bed and dropping to her knees in front of me. Fuck yes, I want this, but I really want to be inside her too. Wait, she’s not supposed to be touching me. She’s supposed to be watching.

I need to put a stop to this.

“Hey.” Her gaze lifts, and lust imbued eyes brim with something that looks like determination and curiosity. What the hell is going through her mind? “How is this fair? I didn’t get to touch you?” Sure, I’m protesting, I think. But I also think it sounds pretty lame, even to my own ears.

“But you will. Later.”

Her tongue snakes out and circles my crown, and all thoughts of stopping this die an abrupt death.

“Yeah, I will and I’m going to put my cock in you so deep and fuck you so hard, Sahara, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

The hard quiver racing through her body pulls a moan from my throat. She fucking likes the idea of that. You know what I like. A fucking woman who knows what she wants and takes it. That’s fucking honesty right there and honesty is the most important thing in the world to me.

She leans forward, taking me to the back of her throat. I rake one hand through her hair and grip the back of my neck with the other. I’m about ready to climax, but I can’t yet, not when she’s rolling her tongue around my cock and exploring it like it’s her fucking job. Why is she so good at this, and why do I get the feeling that she likes it, that this is about her as much as it is for me? Most women I’ve been with don’t explore me with such care, don’t savor every inch of me with their tongue, dipping into my pre-cum and moaning like they’re eating a goddamn chocolate fudge sundae.

If she keeps this up, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming, and neither of us want that, because we both want my cock inside her. One small hand slides between my legs and cups my balls. She gently massages me, and heat bursts through me, flooding my body like a broken pipe. As my body prepares for release, I clench down on my jaw, trying to postpone it. Sahara doesn’t look like she’s nearly done and I want her to have her fill.

I rock into her, being careful not to choke her, but I want to push so fucking badly. She moans and the sound vibrates through my body, bringing on a shudder. She must know I’m struggling, because she glances up at me, a new kind of determination in her eyes. Wait, does she want me to come in her mouth?

“Sahara,” I grunt out, and touch her shoulder. Nudging her, I try to push her back, to remove my cock from her mouth but she’s having none of that. For real? She wants me to come in her mouth? “Babe, I’m going to lose it.”

It’s only a murmur, but everything about the way she settles deeper between my legs in preparation, tells me she’s happy about this. Fuck me sideways. I hold her head, my hand moving as she rocks back and forth. As she continues to caress my balls, her other hand joins her mouth on my cock.

I hiss, because that trifecta is more than any man can take. “Babe, I’m there.” She continues to stroke with her hand as my cock slips from her mouth, and when she holds out her tongue, waiting for me to shoot my load into her mouth, I’m sure I must have fucking died and gone to heaven. The sight of her on her knees, her mouth open, waiting… Everything about it is so incredibly honest and truthful, like she’s laying bare her soul, my heart can’t help but get involved, and thump a little harder.

My body lets go and my cum spurts onto her tongue, and her chin. She moans and continues to stroke like she needs every last drop and I put my hand over hers, and squeeze along with her. Her eyes lift to meet mine and the pleasure I see dancing there fucks me over.

“Babe,” I murmur, barely able to get that one word out as my heart races.

She stays poised between my legs, swallowing me as I continue to pulse. Once I’m depleted, she closes her mouth, her eyes drifting shut as a small smile pulls at the corners of her mouth. She moans, and licks her lips, savoring every last drop like it’s the first time she’s ever tasted a man. That can’t be true though, right?

My throat squeezes tight as she opens her eyes and smiles up at me. As I let my gaze race over her face, I quickly remind myself this is Sahara. My sister’s best friend. Someone I probably shouldn’t be hooking up with. And while there was something very different about the openness and honesty in the sex, I’ve been wrong about people and situations before.

Do I not want to be wrong this time?

Jesus, I don’t think I do.

“Sahara,” I begin. “That was…”

She grins up at me and goes back on her heels. “…fun?”

My heart sinks, her words quick to remind me this is just sex, and I can’t help but wonder why I needed the reminder.

Jesus this is just sex, dude.

Goddamn, what is going on with me?