Page 58 of Unhitched

Chapter thirty-eight

Mya

“Finally.” I exhale, shutting the door to the guest bedroom behind Kace. We ate breakfast and then spent the entire day together. Kace seemed comfortable, chatting with both Mack and Ella effortlessly. He even disappeared with Hendrix for a while.

It was the perfect family day. We went to the park, got ramen at my favorite Japanese spot in Eugene, and somehow convinced Hendrix to discover the magic of Ice Age instead of Frozen .

He asked if Scrat was friends with Olaf, and Kace told him a whole story about what they do when they hang out.

When Kace told me he was ready for a family, it’s clear now he truly meant it.

I know in my heart that he’s it for me. I can picture us in the same way I see Ella and her family, and he’s the only one I can imagine in it.

I opted to skip inviting my parents to lunch because I worried it would never end.

But once Hendrix went to bed, Ella canceled it out by acting as if it were urgent to play Twenty Questions with Kace…

like eight times over. While I appreciate that I learned a few new things about him, I’ve never wanted my sister to shut up more in my entire life .

“What?” he teases. “You didn’t want to hear about the chameleon I had when I was eight?”

“I would love to hear more stories about Godzilla another time.” I grab his shirt at his stomach and tug him closer to both me and the bed. “But you told me you were eager to do something else this morning, and I want that more.”

He threads his fingers through my hair, gathering it in one fist and holding it out of the way as he leans to kiss my collarbone.

“What did I promise you earlier?” His breath against my skin sends a chill over my body like a tidal wave.

Tugging my neck to the side with his hold on my hair, he kisses his way up my neck.

A moan escapes as I slip my fingers under the hem of his jeans.

He whispers in my ear, “The things I want to do to you…”

My fingers find the button on his jeans and pop it free. “Do them.” I tug his zipper down one tooth at a time.

He groans. My name sounds like a plea when it leaves his lips.

“Hmm?” I grip the hem of his shirt and tug upward. He reluctantly lets me pull it over his head.

“We’re at your sister’s house. They’re right up the hall.”

“I’ll be quiet. I promise.” I grip his hips and lean back enough to take in the way his V disappears into his black briefs. Biting my lip, I look up at him with pleading eyes. Just for good measure, I slip my hand inside his jeans, palming him and squeezing his balls.

“Fuck, Mya.” He groans, and his head and eyes roll back a bit.

I grin, pleased with myself. I know I’ve got him.

He kicks his jeans off as gracefully as possible without breaking our contact, then walks me backward to the bed.

When the back of my legs hit the mattress, he reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head in one smooth motion.

His thumb brushes across my cheek before he trails his finger down my neck, following the strap of my bra and over my breast. His hand continues across the bare skin on my stomach until he reaches my belly button.

He leans back to take me in, his thumb brushing over the skin next to my piercing.

“You’re everything I want,” he murmurs, and I can’t wait to spend my life being the object of his affection.

His fingers reach my jean shorts, and he makes quick work of the button and zipper, falling to his knees as he tugs the denim and my underwear to the floor.

Smoothing his hands up my legs, he plants kisses along my inner thigh–slow and controlled.

He pauses when he reaches the apex of my thighs.

Using his thumbs to spread me, he drags his tongue up my slit.

“Oh my god,” I try to say, but I’m pretty sure it comes out incoherently.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, releasing it with a pop.

He buries his face between my legs, dipping his tongue inside me before trailing it up my slit again. I gasp as arousal floods my body and brace my hands on his shoulders.

He squeezes my thighs with his hands, pulling me closer, and the view of him on his knees is enough to make me come already. But I want to be more comfortable. I want this to last, so I pull away from his grasp and scoot across the bed.

Without hesitation, he slips out of his briefs and follows me.

Before he has a chance to hover over me, I nudge him to the mattress, pressing him onto his back with my hands on his chest. He stares up at me with questioning but feral eyes, and if I weren’t so excited for the pleasure, I’d soak up watching him want me.

Instead, I crawl down his body until I reach where he’s already semi-hard.

Leaning on one forearm, I squeeze his balls with one hand, using my thumb to guide his cock into place.

I drag my tongue up his length, hearing him groan as I suck his tip into my mouth.

“Fuuuck.” He groans, his hands falling to my head.

Right as I’m about to take him to the back of my throat, he tugs on my hair.

I peer up at him, and he tugs again. Panic rushes through me as I return face-to-face with him, hovering over his body. “What’s wrong?”

“What’ s wrong is you’re not sitting on my face. I’ve only had one taste, and it’s not enough.”

I grin, feeling more comfortable with Kace than I ever have with another man. “All you have to do is ask nicely,” I tease.

“Mya, get your pretty little pussy in my face. Now,” he commands, and I’m turned all the way on.

I begin to do as he says, but he nudges me to turn around.

I oblige without a second thought, positioning myself over his face and aligning his cock with my mouth.

At the same moment I swirl my tongue around his tip, he flattens his tongue, licking the length of me.

A mutual moan escapes both of us, and I feel the vibration of it to my core as he dips his tongue inside me.

I descend on his fully erect length, sucking him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. The way he squeezes the back of my thighs, traveling them toward my ass, encourages me to keep going. I squeeze his balls as I retract my mouth, sucking hard the entire way.

As I slide back down, he flutters his tongue inside me so quickly I nearly come on the spot. I freeze my motion, the pleasure raking through me nearly paralyzing. He sucks my clit into his mouth again, and I cry out as much as I can with his cock filling my mouth.

I return my focus to him, sucking as I bob up and down, massaging his balls and loving the way his thighs tense. I pull back too far, and he pops from my mouth. He uses the opportunity to pull away from me, sliding out from underneath and pushing me onto my back.

Before I can get a word in, he levels his face with mine, pressing his lips to my neck. Straddling me, he slips his hands under my back, fumbling until my bra is unhooked. In one smooth motion, he tugs it off me with a grip on the front and sits back on his heels to appraise me.

I wait patiently as his eyes roam my body before landing on my face, his hands gripping my sides and his thumbs rubbing across my skin. “I’m sorry it took me so long,” he admits. “I regretted it even in the midst of pushing you away.” He palms my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple.

I groan at the contact, and when he grinds his hips against mine, my back arches at the feel of his cock against my pussy. “I’m just happy we’re on the same page now,” I manage.

“Me fucking too.” He hesitates a moment, his tongue licking over his lip and his eyes locking on mine like he’s baffled that we’re here–together.

I run my hands up his thighs, and it snaps him back to action.

He descends on my breast, massaging one with his hand and sucking the nipple of the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak.

He moves to kiss my lips, and as he does, his fingers find their way to my entrance. With small teasing circles, he toys with me. “Mya,” he whispers, and it occurs to me that my eyes have fluttered closed.

I open them, our gazes locking. “Hmm?” I manage before letting out a moan when he plunges two fingers inside me. My back arches at the touch.

“How do you feel about us not using a condom?”

I try to focus, but it's hard with his fingers working inside me. “You don’t have one?” I ask between labored breaths. I’ve never not used a condom.

“I do… But I want to feel you so fucking badly.”

My eyes flutter closed again at the shots of pleasure jolting through me every time his fingertips land just right.

“Baby?” He pauses the motion, his fingers frozen inside me.

I force myself to focus and look at him. “I got tested last week. After the first time.”

“Are you on birth control?”

I nod. “An IUD.” I hate birth control, but at least it’s a hormone-free one.

He continues to withhold movement. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel you too, Kace. Please,” I beg.

He groans, pulling his fingers from me. I whine at the loss, feeling my opening close. But in the next moment, his cock is in place and slowly pushing inside me.

He inches in, my arousal erasing any friction in the way.

When he’s as deep as possible, the pressure inside me heats my core.

He pulls out just as slowly, and without the condom, I’m aware of every place our most sensitive skin touches, and it’s almost too much.

He thrusts down, his lips crashing onto mine simultaneously to him bottoming out again. My god.

I kiss him back hard and let my hands wander up his sides.

They slip around his back, my fingers digging into his shoulder blades when he thrusts into me again.

He breaks our kiss just long enough to say, “Fuck, Mya. You feel so fucking good.” Then his mouth is back on mine, and my mind whirls with the memory of our first time and how much closer I feel to him now–how confident I am in our connection now that he’s let me in.

He reaches between us, rubbing his thumb against my clit.

It strikes perfectly with his thrust inside me, and I cry out.

His hand from the arm he’s balancing on is over my mouth in the next second.

“Shhh,” he says, slowing his pumps. I nip at the inside of his fingers, and he smirks.

“Oh yeah?” I swirl my tongue over his skin, dragging it between his fingers and trying to hold back my giggle.

“You little brat.” He removes his hand only to replace it with his lips.

After one quick kiss, he pulls back. “Are you going to be quiet?”

I nod, smiling.

“Good girl. Now what do you say we come together?”

Instead of words, I lift my head off the mattress enough to kiss him. His return is so forceful it presses me back to the bed. His tongue tangles with mine, and my fingers dig into his skin as he resumes his thrusting.

Rubbing my clit, he picks up his pace, applying more pressure and hitting deeper inside me with each plunge. I gasp for a breath in our kiss, the pleasure building inside making my lungs forget how to function.

Right before I can hardly take the tension anymore, I fall over the edge.

It feels like both a feather floating to the ground and a wave crashing down on me.

I can’t breathe, and yet, every cell of my body has never felt more alive.

I break our kiss to focus on my orgasm, and Kace’s lips move to my neck.

His nips and pecks across my skin intensify every sensation.

His thrusts quicken, and he groans against my neck. I feel him swell inside me as my pussy clenches around him in waves. Holy shit.

He pumps a few more times, each one reminding me how full I feel and extending my orgasm. He comes to a stop, collapsing onto me but holding his weight up just enough. With sweat along his hairline, he brings his lips to mine for a kiss.

He searches my face like he needs confirmation that was as amazing for me as it was for him. “How was that?”

“Pretty solid.” I grin. “I’d put you on my Mount Rushmore.”

“Hey!” He pinches my side. I try to squirm away, but he has me pinned.

“I’m kidding. I’m kidding. It was better than watching The Vampire Diaries for the first time.”

“Even though we didn’t do it under your Damon Salvatore poster?” He rolls his eyes, and I giggle.

“All I need from now on is you.”

He brushes his thumb across my lips. “Thank you for waiting for me,” he whispers.

“No chance I wasn’t going to.”