Page 22 of Kayden: The Past
Her eyes grew wide as I began to move quicker and relentlessly pursued my release. I held up her legs, gripping them in my hands, and I placed her toes in my mouth. I sucked them, causing her to writhe against me. I licked the bottom of her foot as I pulled her legs a little higher and moved faster. This was about me, my release.
My body tightened and began to stiffen from the building pressure, and my speed became erratic. I was at the tipping point, the precipice of pleasure. Three more hard thrusts, and I spilled my seed inside her.
No one discussed condoms or birth control. In the heat of the moment and the drugs in my system, it never entered my mind. I prayed Danielle was on birth control. I didn’t need a child being born from this one night of pleasure.
I pulled out as I watched Ron fuck her face. He withdrew and began to pump his cock in his hand, spilling himself onto her face and chest. She licked her lips and collected every drop off her skin, putting it into her mouth and swallowing it like it was the most delectable morsel. I stood up and gathered my clothing before walking to the bathroom. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts before heading home.
I stared at myself in the mirror, and I prayed to God that I wouldn’t regret this night, that it wouldn’t ruin the friendship Ron and I shared. Sex could cause problems, emotional problems and complications. She was off-limits unless Ron was part of the picture. I didn’t feel as free sexually with the other person being a significant other. Jealousy could make things ugly.
I dressed and found Danielle and Ron curled up on the couch. “I’m exhausted. I’ll catch you guys later.”
“You need a ride home, K?” Ron asked.
“Nah, man, I’m good. I worked that shit right out of my system. I’m fine,” I said.
“Danielle left you a party favor by your wallet, bro.”
Danielle stared at me, looking almost mesmerized. She seemed to be paying more attention to me than the man at her side. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and coke off the counter before heading to the door. I wanted to make a stop for some beer on the way home and checked my wallet for cash. Inside was a tiny piece of paper that read “D” with a phone number and a heart.Fuck it.
