Page 44 of Unhitched

Chapter twenty-six

Kace

“Fuck.” I pull away from Mya, feeling the distance with every inch our skin gets further apart. Sitting back on my heels, my dick strains against my briefs, and I allow myself a long glance at the goddess splayed beneath me. Jesus fuck, she’s hot.

Her skin is soft, covered by nothing but the glow of the starlight and pink lace.

The cut of her bra makes me want to rip it off as much as I want to admire how incredible she looks with it on.

Her blonde curls are wild against the comforter, and I have a strong urge to run my fingers through them again.

I have the desire to touch every inch of her body.

But fuck. I internally curse, running my fingers through my hair in frustration, and taking a deep inhale with my eyes closed.

Refocusing on Mya, I’m met with wide eyes. Oh shit. “I don’t think I have a condom,” I admit, and a visible exhale leaves her. Does she think I don't want this?

Fuck, do I want this. I want her .

“You think ?” she whispers.

I dig through my memory, trying to picture where I could possibly be hiding one.

I’m always prepared–overprepared even. There has to be one somewhere.

Maybe in my truck. Note to self: stash condoms in every bag I own when we get home.

I glance over at my bag sitting in the chair in the corner of the room.

“There might be one in my bag.” I rub my hands up her thighs.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she whispers, doubt betraying her.

“I’ve spent the majority of today trying to convince myself I don’t.

” Her brows furrow, and she moves the slightest bit, like she might try to escape.

I slide my hands further up her thighs, slipping my fingers under the lace of her panties.

“You’re not getting away from me, Mya.” I love the sound of her name rolling off my tongue as much as I want my tongue on her.

“I want this.” She doesn’t look like she believes me, so I reach for her hand, placing it over the bulge in my briefs, and relish in the way her eyes widen.

She squeezes lightly, taking control of her hand.

I groan at her touch, even through fabric. “Trust me. I want you .”

She smiles, biting into the corner of her lip, and I want to kiss her. But if I don’t have a condom, I can’t risk getting that riled up. There’s no way I’d be able to sleep in the same bed as her. She chuckles. “Are you going to look for one, or…”

“Yes. Yup.” I don’t want to move from where she’s palming me, but the thought of being inside her is motivation.

I hop off the bed, heading straight for my bag.

Squatting in front of the chair, I glance over my shoulder to find Mya rolling over, laying on her stomach, her chin propped up by her fists and her breasts pushed together, observing my every move.

Opening my duffel, I push my clothes to one side and unzip a small pocket in the bottom corner. Without the bedroom light on, it’s hard to see, but my dick twitches as my fingers land on a foil packet like I’m Pavlov’s fucking dog.

I hold the wrapper up for Mya to see, and she collapses her head onto her arms folded beneath her, a smile stretching across her face. God, she’s beautiful. I spin on my heels, bringing me to eye level with her in this tiny ass room.

I brush a thumb across her cheek, and she leans into it.

“Thank the condom gods for blessing us tonight,” she says.

I chuckle, and she outstretches her arms, taking the foil from me.

She tears it open with her teeth, and it’s enough to have me fully straining against my briefs again.

With the edge of the condom pinched between her fingers, she uses her other hand to reach for my underwear.

Standing, I give her the access she needs to tug them off, and help her toss them aside, leaving me fully erect in front of her.

I can’t help but wonder if the instant comfort and confidence is the alcohol or us .

She keeps her eyes on the mission, rolling the condom over my dick slowly, like she’s enjoying it, and just when I think I can’t get any harder, she caresses my balls in her hand and squeezes.

Fuck me. I’m anxious at the thought of my dick being inside her mouth at some point, but right now, I need it inside her .

She glances up at me, and if her hand wasn’t massaging my balls, she’d look innocent. “I think it’s time for you to fuck me, Kace.”

I never expected to hear those words fly from her lips, but it’s sexy as hell–a new side of Mya I’m just as enamored by.

“Way past time.” I join her on the bed, attempting to roll her to her back, but she resists, remaining on her stomach.

I slip her bra strap down, kissing her bare shoulder.

“What is it?” I whisper against her ear.

“I want…” she starts, but stops herself, burying her face in her arms.

I smooth my hand across her back, loving the way it sends chills racing across her skin. I kiss her shoulder again, then pepper kisses down her arm until I reach the hand folded under her face. She twists her head to look at me. “Tell me what you want, Mya.”

Even in the low light, I can see her eyes searching mine–although I don’t know for what.

I hate not knowing her the way that only comes with time.

Not knowing her mind, or her body in a way that would give me all the answers she doesn’t say aloud.

She takes a breath. “I want you to fuck me from behind.”

I chuckle, planting another kiss on her shoulder. “If you’re asking for things like that, you can have whatever the hell you want.”

She gives me a nervous half-smile, but I refuse to let her get in her head.

I move behind her, standing at the end of the bed.

Tugging on her ankles, I bring her closer, until her knees are at the edge of the mattress.

Reaching up, I loop my fingers on the edge of the lace, sliding her underwear down her legs and revealing the most perfect ass.

Apparently all those jump squats she’s been doing that rattle the floor from the living room are paying off.

I slap her cheek, not able to resist. The smack echoes through the small room, mixing with the sound of her sweet moan. I think I hear her mutter my name, but I can’t be sure, until she says it again. She twists her head enough to say, “Kace, don’t make me wait any longer.”

With that, I hike her up by her hips, bringing me level with her entrance.

She adjusts her knees on the mattress, waiting.

I have no fucking clue how we got here, but I’m sure as shit thankful for it.

Brushing my thumbs over her opening to test for wetness, she shudders at the touch before melting into it.

She backs her ass into me the slightest bit, and I pull her apart with a thumb on each side before using one to rub a circle against her.

Another moan leaves her, and my dick twitches at how wet and ready she is.

I press the tip against her, moving my fingers out of the way and using them to spread her as I push in further. Barely being inside her sends a jolt of pleasure radiating through my body. I groan at her tightness and warmth as I push in another inch, feeling her stretch around me.

It takes every ounce of willpower to not bottom out, to not slam into her perfectly tight pussy and see how well she can take me. She whimpers like the anticipation is killing her too, and my resolve shatters. With a thrust of my hips, I fill her completely.

“Oh my god,” she cries, her fingers gripping the comforter for resistance as I pull out slowly. With a firm hold on her hips, I rail her again. This time, I slide in easier, with zero friction, her arousal welcoming me inside. Fuck, she feels good.

I pull out an inch, pushing back in, then repeating the same movement. My dry spell has me more than ready to explode, and Mya just existing, with the perfect view of her ass and my dick repeatedly disappearing into her pussy, is the pin being pulled from the grenade. There’s no going back now.

My grip on her hips tightens as I attempt to control my thrusts with pleasure building in my spine. “Play with yourself for me, Mya,” I command. I need her to come with me, and at this angle, I know she can do far better than I can.

She moans with my next thrust, her head still lying on her folded arms as she grips the covers.

“Mya.”

Her name on its own seems to get her following directions more than anything.

Leaning on one forearm, she reaches between her legs and fuck, do I wish I could see her playing with herself.

I picture it the best I can. Her pink-painted fingernails moving back and forth as she presses the pads of her fingers to her clit, slowly at first. But as her orgasm gets within sight, her motion becomes quicker and more erratic.

“That’s it,” I praise her, enamored by every fucking sound leaving her perfect lips, and the way she chases my dick by pushing back every time I pull out.

“Kace,” she whimpers, and my name feels like a cross between a prayer and a plea. “I’m so close.”

I pick up speed, driving into her at a steady pace. My tightening balls hitting against her turns out to be the final stimulation we both need to tip over the edge. She contracts around me, feeling even tighter than when I entered her for the first time, and pulling the most intense orgasm from me.

My body shudders, my tight muscles going slack. I do my best to continue steady thrusts even though they’ve slowed. My dick twitches inside her, and I’m rewarded by another wave of pleasure rolling through Mya.

If I didn’t just come harder than I have in a long fucking time, I’m convinced I’d already be hard again.

When I’m sure she’s leveled out, I pull out of her slowly.

Slipping the condom off, I knot it quickly and toss it into the trash bin that's only a few feet from me. I’m back to the bed before Mya even has a chance to flip, and I watch her, in what feels like slow motion, turn to her back.

I stand there taking her in. Her cheeks are flushed. Her forearms are crossed over her forehead, and she’s looking up at me with a sweet, sedated smile that goes straight to my ego. Knowing I could stare at her all night, but also wanting to climb under the sheets with her, I reach for her hands.

“Up.” I wait for her to link her hands with mine so I can pull her to sit. “Get ready for bed.”

She gives me a sleepy smile even though I know it can’t be later than ten. A glance to the nightstand behind her confirms it's a quarter til. “You can take a turn first if you want. You’ll probably be quicker than me,” she whispers.

“Alright. I’ll be right out.” I swipe a clean pair of boxers from my bag and make quick work cleaning up and brushing my teeth.

I open the door to find Mya patiently waiting as she holds her pajamas in front of her. She tries to walk past me without a word, but I snag her by the waist and pull her back flush to my chest, reveling in the feel of her ass against my still semi-hard dick. “Come back soon.”

She twists her neck enough to glance up at me, a spark in her eyes telling me she wants that too.

I’m under the covers when Mya comes out of the bathroom in pajama shorts and a sports bra.

The little pink diamond heart dangles from her belly button.

I have the urge to pull her in by her hips and press my lips to her stomach, but even in the dim starlight, I can see her hesitancy.

I fold back the covers on her side of the bed, encouraging her to join me.

She crawls onto the mattress. I toss the blankets over her, and she freezes like she doesn’t know what to do next.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her into me.

I have no fucking clue what this means. I don’t know how either of us will feel tomorrow because I can’t even wrap my head around how I feel right now.

Past satiated.

Relaxed.

In control.

Even if it's just for this moment.

As Mya intertwines her fingers with mine, I replay the past hour over and over, like counting sheep, until we’re both asleep.