Page 62 of Playful Kris

KAMERON

We sit in the back of an Uber, our hands tangled together, resting in the seat between us. The minute we climbed in the car, and the door shut behind us the tension filled the cab.

That poor driver… I just know he can sense it too.

I’m trying really, really hard not to climb across the seat. The way his thumb keeps drifting across the skin on top of my hand is making me insane.

Thank goodness our drive from the bar to the venue where his truck is parked is relatively short.

I can’t even look at Kris, because I know I’ll break.

I’ve been turned on since the second he apologized to me today. The whole bathroom incident earlier just intensified everything, and I’m a ticking time bomb at this point.

One small move and I’ll detonate.

The Uber pulls up to the venue, confirming with Kris that this is the right place. Kris thanks him, but I’m already out of my door and rushing toward his truck. We’ve both sobered up since our encounter with his dad earlier. Headlights flash across me before slowly disappearing as the Uber driver pulls out of the parking lot, and I feel Kris press his body against the back of mine as he slowly unlocks the truck, pulling the passenger door open.

“Fuck, this is taking to long.” He breathes me in, his lips pressing against my neck before he backs away and helps me in the cab.

We’re silent the entire way to the cabin. I can’t talk. If I do, I’ll break and be across the console and on his lap in seconds. And that seems a little dangerous driving up a mountain.

By the time we get to our driveway, I’m about to combust with want.

He shifts the truck into park and I jump from the cab and rush to the house. He gets the door unlocked and I giggle when he pushes us both into the house as quickly as he can.

My foot barely hits the hardwood before the door slams shut behind me, and his hand covers my throat, pressing me against a nearby wall. His mouth is on mine, smothering my moans of need as his tongue tangles with mine. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling gently as his hands search lower until I’m lifted into his arms. My arms wrap around his neck, and my legs lock behind his back, as he carries me up the stairs and into the room.

I’m gently laid on the bed, it’s still exactly how I left it since I ended up sleeping across his body last night.

Kris climbs over my body on all fours, locking his lips with mine again. The taste of his beer tangles with the many shots of tequila I did tonight, and normally this would be the part where my brain screams how bad of an idea this is, but it’s gone mute right now.

He pulls back, his eyes moving from mine, down to my neck where my dress dips around my breasts. One hand drifts over my shoulder, slowly teasing until the fabric is pulled from my shoulder, and my boob pops out.

The cool air surrounds me, making my nipple pebble with need. He does the same to the other before a groan leaves him. His tongue darts out, licking his lips before he finally gets a taste of me.

“Kris,” I moan, gripping his hair. His mouth feels so good on me. He uses his other hand to twist and gently pinch my other, and this alone could make me come undone.

He pulls away, and just as I’m about to complain at the separation, his firm hands pull me to my feet. I wobble slightly, the tequila really rushed through me just then. He spins me, unzips my dress just like he did in the bathroom. Except this time there is no mirror for us to watch each other in.

The cream dress slides from my arms, pooling at my feet. I step out, one foot at a time and Kris kicks it out of the way. His thumbs hook in the side of my thong before pushing them down from my hips as well. With one hand circling around my middle, the other pulls my face to the side so he can press his lips to my cheek.

His hand on my neck loosens before drifting to the center of my upper back, and he pushes me forward so that I’m bent over the bed with my ass in the air for him.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

Need swirls through me mixed with the excitement of this moment.

He urges me up further on the bed before he climbs over me, pressing his chest to my back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kam,” he whispers in my ear, and the raspy sound of his voice makes me wet.

His palm slides over the curve of my ass before dipping lower between us. The second his fingers rub along my center, a moan escapes me and my back arches into his touch.

He circles my clit, playing with me until I’m practically begging him for more. One long finger slides in, before he slowly pulls it back out. His lips press between my shoulder blades, leaving soft kisses as he adds a second finger. I’m stretched gently as he pumps in and out, making sure I’m wet with need for him.

He pulls away, taking his fingers with him, and I groan in frustration. It only grows when his deep chuckle meets my ears.

“Jerk,” I whine, collapsing on the bed and rolling over to face him.

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