Page 61 of Sweet Girl
Chapter Twenty
Van
I am so freaking turned on right now. Maybe there is something to be said about a secret, illicit rendezvous. It makes me horny as fuck.
Or it could just be Kylah.
I’m doing my best to hide the very large bulge in my pants as I meander through the living room, trying to inconspicuously work my way toward the staircase the leads upstairs. I’m stopped no less than three times by either people coming through the front door, waving their hellos and greetings, checking in on how I’m doing, congratulating me on the games we’ve played this pre-season so far, etc. It takes me damn near fifteen minutes to even get up to the second floor landing.
Once I do, I count the doors as I pass, coming to the third door. Turning the handle, I step into the darkened room. Kylah’s room.
I’m immediately hit with her tropical fruit scent, leaving my mouth watering and my semi-hard dick perking up once again.
I find the light switch on the wall and flip it on, scanning the room that’s now visible. There’s a wall with a white-painted bookcase, filled to the brim with books, books, and more books. I smile at the knowledge that my girl likes to read.
My girl.
Whoa. That happened fast. Yet, in a way, not really. It feels more like it simmered to a boil at a low temperature, progressively increasing in heat and intensity as time went on; until it finally blew the top off the lid.
I nose around a little bit, perusing the pictures and posters hung on the walls – mostly artwork in various forms. There’s a portrait of their family, possibly taken several years back, as it includes her dad, and the girls look much younger. So does Cade, with his cocky, toothy grin and a much shaggier, Justin Bieber-esque hair style. I laugh out loud and remind myself I’m going to have to give him some hell over that.
Something large catches my eye in the corner of the room, near her closet. It’s an instrument, in a zipped case. By all appearances, it looks to be a cello. Interesting. Kylah is a musician. I had no idea. I envision her performing on stage, her delicate fingers playing the notes, as she glides the bow across the strings, the cello vibrating between her legs.
Ah shit. Now I’m thinking about what’s between her legs. And wonder if she’s wet. Whether she’ll vibrate with need as I slide inside her pussy.
Now I’m the one vibrating with need as I suck in a ragged breath, trying to ease the tension from my body. I’m restless and growing more and more impatient with every passing minute. The thrill of knowing we’ll be together soon, hopefully, naked on her bed, has me amped up and anxious for her arrival.
I’m looking down at my phone when I hear the click of the latch, and I turn to face the door. She stands with her back to it, as her hand quickly locks it behind her. I stalk over to her, taking three large steps until I tower over her. Boxing her in. I see a glimpse of excitement gleam in her eyes, as I place my hands on both sides of her head. Keeping her where I want her.
“What took you so long?” I nuzzle at her neck, my lips sucking in at the tender skin. I love the way she tenses, letting go of a full-body shudder.
“I got stuck talking to Ainsley and Mica. I had to make an excuse to come up here.”
“Mmm.” Is all I can say, as I begin placing open-mouth kisses down her neck, to her collarbone and across to the other side, sampling the flesh over there, too.
My teeth bite down, suck the skin, suctioning hard right at the base of her neck. Kylah jerks her head back, her hands lightly pressing at my chest. She tastes so good and it’s driving me wild. Fumbling for her hands, I capture her wrists and swing them over her head, locking her into me.
“I’m so hard for you, Ky.” I bring one of her hands down to my crotch, grinding her palm against the thickness hidden in my pants. My breath lodges in my throat at the exquisite feel of her touch.
I capture her lips with mine, my tongue slipping through her lips and probing the warmth and wetness there. I’ve never fucked a girl up against a door before, but I’m more than willing to in this moment if she is. Kylah has other plans, though, as she wiggles her hand free from my grasp, still being held hostage above her head.
Tearing my mouth away from hers, I marvel as both her trembling hands undo my button and pull at my zipper, yanking the tabs away so the outline of my dick is prominently displayed. It pulses in anticipation, as she runs her fingers down the length, tracing a sensual path as she burrows in. My body is swamped with desire, and I press my pelvis forward into her small hand.
I swallow hard as I watch her hand move over the protruding appendage, my body shifting and punching into her grip. I pull at her lips, giving her another drugging kiss. She tilts her head, allowing me to ravage her as I mouth fuck her into a frenzy. I’ve barely had one beer tonight and yet the effects Kylah has on me makes me feel stumbling drunk. I’d lose my balance and fall if I tried to move right now.
My virility is off the charts and I’m a stallion ready to unleash its beastly instincts, rocking against her hand. Just then, Kylah drops to her knees in front of me, taking my pants and boxers with her as she slides them down on legs. I kick them off and barely notice as they go flying across the floor.
Before she does the unimaginable, she drops her head back and stares up at me with these wide, beautiful eyes. Without uttering a word, her gaze tells me everything. She wants me. She’s with me. She’s all mine.
Then she blinks a few times before closing her eyes, leaning into my stick straight cock to swipe it with her tongue from base to tip. My chest rumbles a fiercely masculine sound. In order to keep myself upright, I have to lean forward and place my hands against the door.
Her tongue roams around my rigid shaft, testing and touching it with light, whisper-soft strokes. God, I could come just like this. With barely a touch.
I’m thinking I should find a way to direct us over to her bed when she wraps one hand around my cock, the other placed securely on my ass cheek which clenches under her touch. It’s then that the world stops spinning for a moment and the earth stands still. Kylah sucks me in deep.
She whimpers against me, the sound so X-rated that I’m about two seconds away from losing it in her mouth.
Do I want that? Oh, hell yes. The idea of shattering open and pulsing down her throat is what my fantasies are made of. Then again, I also want to unleash myself while I’m in her tight sheath, between her thighs.
