Lou had never put her mouth on him. They hadn’t had time.
They had wasted so much time.
Keoni imagined it was Lou swirling her tongue around his cock and taking him deep into the back of her throat. He imagined it was Lou’s blue-green eyes looking up at him with adoration and lust. Keoni remembered the way Lou had looked, lying on his bed after they’d made love the first time, and it was enough to send him over the edge.
He felt a flash of guilt that he was picturing Lou as he buried himself in Ryla’s mouth, but it wasn’t enough to make him stop.
Grabbing the back of Ryla’s head, Keoni drove himself deep inside her, crushing the flowers that were woven into her hair. The terrible events of the day disappeared as he thrust against the back of her throat, fucking her mouth as greedily as she sucked him. A shudder spasmed through his entire body, and he pulled back.
“I’m going to come,” he warned her, his voice raspy with need.
Ryla grabbed his shaft and pumped him as her mouth worked. Keoni looked down to see her brightly painted lips moving against the smooth skin of his throbbing cock, and he lost control.
Keoni’s heart pounded furiously. It was agony and ecstasy all at once. It was guilt and pleasure to the point of pain. Tears clogged his throat as Keoni poured himself into Ryla’s mouth.
This was Ryla.
He’d known her in pigtails and bobby socks for Christ’s sake, and he’d just fucked her mouth and let her swallow his cum, the whole time thinking of another woman.
Ryla sat back on her heels and looked up at Keoni, her eyes glistening with satisfaction. Bones’s old bedroom smelled of sex and gardenia flowers.
Keoni ran his hand through his hair and reached down to grab his shorts. He pulled them up and buttoned them swiftly with one hand.
“I gotta go,” he said.
Reaching behind him, he unlocked the door. Ryla was still sitting on the floor when he opened the door and slipped out.