Page 42 of Trust In Me

When we arrive back at the house, all the lights are out, and we move through the house as quietly as possible. We’ve enjoyed it in our own little bubble these last few hours, and I don’t know about Kellan, but I’m not ready for that to end just yet. If Bree and Liam see us, or if Hallie wakes up, the bubble will burst and we’ll be forced back into our lives again. Kellan must have the same idea because he doesn’t even bother to turn the lights on, and instead takes hold of my hand, guiding me through the house. We have both lived here for so long, we can navigate this place in the dark.

The closer we get to the bedroom, the more my heart pounds and my body tingles. I can feel the anticipation coursing through my body like I’ve just taken a hit of the best drug available. The high I’m feeling right now is all Kellan, and I’m nowhere near ready for it to end.

The second we are in Kellan’s bedroom, I close the door behind me and Kellan wastes no time. Pushing me firmly against the back of the now closed door, his body presses flush against mine and our lips meet. At first they are soft and gentle, like he wants to give me a moment just to feel him, and I’m not surprised by his action. He’s touching and holding me like I’m a china doll, one that could break at any moment, and I don’t want that. I want him to show me what it’s like to really feel. I want all of Kellan, not a censored version.

“Don’t hold back with me, Kel. Give me everything. I can take it, I promise,” I whisper against his ear, and can’t deny how much I love the way his body ripples from the feel of my breath against his skin.

“Are you sure this isn’t too soon? I don’t want you to regret it,” Kellan replies, as he kisses along my jaw.

Fuck, could this man get any more perfect?

I shake my head. “I could never regret anything with you. You’re the first person I’ve ever given this to willingly, and despite how terrifying it might be, I trust you. I know you won’t ever hurt me.” Each word gets louder, said with more conviction. I absolutely mean every single word. There is no way I could ever regret anything concerning Kellan. Well…until tomorrow. I will regret having to leave him tomorrow. No matter how necessary it is.

Once Kellan’s heard all he needs to hear, his hands reach towards the bottom of my dress, and in one quick swoop, he lifts the dress over my head and throws it to one side. He takes a moment to admire my very exposed body, as I stand before him in just a black lace bra and matching panties. I didn't even own any sexy underwear before I met him, but when I bought this, I pictured this moment in my head a thousand times. I knew he would love it, but I could never have predicted the hunger in his gaze. His normally bright blue eyes appear almost glazed over, like he’s entranced by what he sees before him.

I reach out to remove some of his clothing, so that we’re equal, but before I can, his hands cup underneath my ass and he lifts me until I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his tight ass and throw my arms around his neck. With my back pressed firmly against the back of the door, and Kellan's body plastered against my front, I’m sandwiched in the best way possible. Kellan manoeuvres me to get comfortable, and I feel his denim-covered cock, rock hard and straining to get free, it presses hard against my panty-covered clit. A deep, grumbling moan rips out of my body, and I tilt my pelvis even further, desperately seeking more.

Kellan chuckles against my lips as he taunts me in between kisses. “Someone is eager, Flower.”

I don't bother giving him a reply, instead I crush my lips against his, our movements becoming more frantic. Our hands claw at each other, and I realise Kellan’s no longer needing to hold me up, I’m so tightly sandwiched between him and the door that I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. As soon as I realise this, I move my hands from around his neck, and drop them to the hem of his t-shirt. Clawing at him, I try to pull the t-shirt up and over his head in a desperate attempt to expose his silky tattooed skin. I want to see, and feel, all of him.

After a few frantic attempts, Kellan takes pity on me and breaks our hold. Gently, he guides me until my feet are firmly on the ground. He takes a step back, and my legs wobble from the intensity of the situation. I notice the heat in Kellan's eyes, they almost appear black as lust takes over his beautiful face. He’s wearing the cocky grin I love, and he winks at me before pulling the top over his head. As he does, he begins walking backwards, towards the bed, but I can’t move. It’s like I’m in a trance, and all I can see is his gorgeous ink-covered torso.

Almost his entire chest, arms, and back are covered in the most elaborate, beautiful, black ink designs. I’m sure there’s a story to most of them, but every time I’ve asked, Kellan doesn’t answer. I do know that Liam has the same tattoo on his back. A Celtic tree of life, with the most beautiful branches above the surface with little leaves on them, and small birds that I think are meant to show the beauty in the world. Below the tree’s surface is a mess of roots that are all interconnected and weave together into the shape of a heart. Some then branch out, looking like they almost reach outside the circle of the tattoo, and they mingle with the branches from above the surface to create a Celtic cross. It looks like it has two hearts, interwoven together with a larger one on the outside. All they will tell me about the design is that it’s personal to them and that it has a different meaning to traditional mythology. If I were to hazard a guess, I think it’s a symbol to show that the family you choose can be more important than the family you are born with.

“Are you going to keep staring at me, or can I taste you now?”

Holy fuck, what a way to be pulled out of my own head. I’m not entirely sure how to answer that, so instead I try to embrace my inner sexy as I slowly walk towards him. Swaying my hips as much as I can without stumbling over my jelly legs, I reach behind and unclasp my bra. Crossing my arms to grab the straps, I pull the garment away from my breasts, and as it falls to the floor, I keep my gaze firmly on Kellan. His eyes widen as he takes in my naked breasts, and when he licks his lips like a starved man looking at the most decadent buffet, I walk towards him faster.

“Fuck, you really are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Kellan growls, and before I know it, he reaches for me, picks me up, and throws me onto the bed. I squeal, more out of surprise than anything else, and I can’t help but laugh because he’s so invigorating. I’m feeling multiple different emotions, and I don’t know how to deal with them all at once, which is how the laughter bursts free.

As Kellan begins to crawl over my body, the look of pure desire in his eyes is anything but funny. I bite my lip, unsure of what his next move could be. I don’t even know what I want him to do, but I want to feel all of him, to have all of him devour me, and given the way he’s staring at me, he clearly wants the same thing.

I’m lying in the middle of the bed, propping my top half up on my elbows, so I can see exactly what Kellan is doing. At first he just stands at the bottom of the bed, his gaze raking over my almost naked form, and I can feel the path his eyes take as my skin burns under his gaze. As he lowers himself into a kneeling position, my breath hitches and I feel as though my heart stops beating just for a second as I await his next move.

Reaching up with his hands, he takes my left leg in his hands and he slowly brings my ankle towards his lips. Gently, he presses his lips against my ankle bone, before peppering kisses along the top of my foot and inside my calf. As he kisses higher and higher up my leg, my body becomes tense with anticipation. Each kiss is teasing and drives me that little bit more crazy, and I’m desperate for more.

When he reaches the top of my leg, he kisses around my hip before moving around to my inner thigh. His fingertips scrape across the bikini line of my panties, and I whimper when he doesn’t touch me where I desperately need him to. Instead, he uses his hand to spread my legs wider, so he can kiss my inner thigh. He works his way higher, the brush of his stubble against my sensitive skin is driving me wild, and I can feel the heat from his body right next to my waiting pussy. I can feel myself becoming wetter the more he teases me, and I’m sure he will be able to tell from his current position. His mouth is right next to my panty-covered pussy, and I’m sure he will be able to see the wet patch.

He places a light, tender kiss right over my clit, and despite it being covered by lace, the heat and feel of his touch is too much and a guttural moan rips from my body as my back arches. “More,” I plead, but it falls on deaf ears. Kellan is enjoying torturing me too much, and instead of giving me what I ask for, with a little chuckle that vibrates through my pussy, Kellan shuffles back down to the bottom of the bed and begins his path again, only this time he travels up my other leg.

Each kiss is like pure torture, and I can’t help but grab hold of his hair and try to pull him higher. I don’t pull hard because I don’t want to hurt him, but if he doesn’t give me the attention I need soon, I won’t be worried about hurting him.

He reaches the top of my inner thigh again and spreads my other leg wide, so my pussy is almost completely exposed, except for a small stretch of fabric. I wait for more agonising kisses, but instead Kellan uses his finger to swipe down my slit, pressing the fabric in between my lips. As soon as I feel it hard against my clit, I groan, barely able to hold it together.

“More, please, Kellan,” I beg, as I desperately arch my back and tilt my pelvis, trying to get any kind of friction to help with the ache between my legs.

Kellan lifts himself off me, and with those fiery eyes trained right on me, he crawls up the rest of my body, his cocky smirk trained on me the entire time. “What’s the matter, Flower? Tell me what you need.” As soon as the words are out he presses his lips against mine, preventing me from answering him, as his body hovers over mine, pressing into me in all the right places.

“You can start by evening the playing field and removing your trousers,” I whisper against his ear before returning my lips to his. Our lips crush together and we devour each other, hands everywhere, as I scrape at his back, desperately trying to bring him impossibly closer.

I’m so distracted by everything that is Kellan, I don't notice as his hand snakes down between our bodies and under the hem of my panties. It’s not until he swipes his finger through my dripping slit that he finally gains all my attention. I groan as I arch my hips, trying to get more of that delicious friction. This time, instead of teasing me like he has been doing, he continues to move his finger up and down my slit, swirling his finger around my waiting entrance before pressing hard against my throbbing clit. Each time he repeats this pattern, my body begins to coil, muscles tightening as I desperately try to reach that edge I’m so close to. I’ve never felt this way, other than with Kellan, and even though the idea of me losing myself, and just allowing my body to feel, scares the crap out of me, I trust him to catch me when I fall.

The more I moan, the harder he presses against my clit, and then each time he reaches my entrance, I think he’s going to press his finger into my waiting hole, but instead he starts the whole process again. It’s maddening, but so infuriatingly sexy, and I love it. I can feel the muscles in my stomach begin to coil, like I’m building up to the best orgasm of my life, but it all stops when Kellan pulls his fingers away. I start to protest, looking at him with such venom in my eyes, until he pulls his fingers in front of us. The light glistens off his dripping wet fingers, and for a moment I’m embarrassed I did that, but as soon as he places one of his fingers inside his mouth, sucking on his digit like it's the best tasting lollipop he's ever had, my embarrassment is replaced by heat. That has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and when he pulls his finger out with a pop, I’m almost hypnotised watching him. I can still see my juices on the finger he didn’t suck on, and I watch with bated breath, waiting for him to take the remaining digit into his mouth, but he doesn't. Instead, he reaches out and brings the finger closer to my mouth.

“Taste yourself, Flower. Do it and I will give you exactly what you asked for.” His words are like a low growl now, as passion and lust have begun to consume him.

I don’t even hesitate to do as I’m told, and I open my mouth, eagerly awaiting his finger. I’ve never tasted myself before, and if you had asked me before this, I would’ve said it’s not something I’m interested in, but as soon as his finger touches my tongue and I taste the salty, sweet taste, it’s surprisingly okay. What I enjoy more than anything is the way Kellan’s eyes grow wide, and his nostrils flare, not to mention the way he has to bite his lip but still can’t hold back the insanely hot moan that bursts free.

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