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JOEL
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KENZIE’S MINE.
Mine.
For a usually laidback kind of guy, the possessiveness I feel towards her surpasses anything I’ve ever known. Its swift appearance belies the intense certainty in my gut that we’re meant to be together. How twenty-four hours could bring such a drastic change to my life is beyond me, but I’m not questioning it.
Love’s been elusive over the years. Not that I haven’t been open to falling for someone or dedicated to making relationships work, but no one’s ever felt right.
Except Kenzie.
She feels more than right.
She feels perfect.
From her cautious yet curious nature to the intoxicating sweetness of her cunt. Every inch of her calls to me, smooth curves molding to my rough edges in a mish-mashed puzzle.
“Mmm... Guess things worked out as they should have then.” Kenzie’s breathy words go in and out as her thighs flex around me. “We both safely graduated.”
“If you say so. Personally, I prefer licking your pussy to studying for exams.” To punctuate the point, I flick her glistening clit with my tongue, spelling MINE over the tender bud. Perhaps it’s childish. The act of a caveman. But I don’t give a fuck.
I plan on branding Kenzie as mine with every kiss, lick, and bite. I wasn’t kidding about making her miss tomorrow’s dance out of sheer exhaustion. But there’s also another secret reason: because she has too many love marks to successfully hide. Not that I’d mind people seeing them. Good to let other men know where they stand—which is absolutely nowhere within a foot of her. However, Kenzie’s an upstanding alum of Trinity, and I doubt she’s comfortable enough broadcasting our night together to the entire campus.
The wooden headboard knocks against the wall as she strains against her bounds, her breathing becoming harsher as her hips buck into my mouth, and I know she’s close to reaching her peak. Needs just a little extra push. My thumb and finger trap a rosy nipple in a firm grip, tightening the pressure to match the rough suction of my lips on her clit, furiously agitating it with the tip of my tongue, until a high-pitched cry rises from above and Kenzie shudders beneath me.
“Joel...”
Growling at the moan of my name, I don’t let up the harsh pace, instead pushing harder, urging her higher. In the back of my mind, I wonder if it’s too much too fast when she’s not used to such treatment. Kenzie has her safe word. If it hurts or she’s done, she knows to say it.
But my girl’s not a quitter.
Another climax rips through her body as a flood of wetness drenches my mouth and chin. Oh, fuck. I grind my erection into the bed, aching for relief. I’m tempted to let myself go and come with her, but a stronger part of me wants to release inside of Kenzie for our first time together. So, I content myself with the rubbing friction of my jeans on the bed until my cock can be saturated in her hot slick.
It’ll be well worth the wait.
After the last wave of her orgasm fades, I ease off Kenzie, and she mewls at the minor respite. Her makeshift blindfold lies on the pillow next to her, sweaty strands of hair clinging to her face and the pillowcase, as I carefully untie her wrists and massage the pinkened flesh.
“How do you feel?” I ask, eager to check in and assure that she’s okay, but before she can reply, a loud growl emanates from her stomach, protesting our lack of dinner. Laughing, my hand rubs the soft skin of her belly. “Well, that answers my question. Does pizza sound good to you?”
Kenzie hums in approval, dragging the comforter over her shoulder and cuddling into my side. Drowsy as a kitten. I’ve never seen her this relaxed, and pride raises my feathers like a damn peacock because I’m the man responsible. Gingerly reaching across her for my phone on the nightstand, I search for the nearest pizza spot and quickly order from their menu.
Task done, I toss the phone aside, readjust my raging hard-on, and settle in beside Kenzie, stroking any part of her I can through the blanket. Her muscles are probably sore from the extended tension—despite her release—and it’s important for me to alleviate residual pain.
A fist bangs on the door thirty minutes later, and it’s jarring compared to the quiet oasis we’re floating in. Rolling from the bed, I open the door to find our food in the hotel hallway, resting on a tiny cardboard stand. Contactless delivery for the win even if the floral carpet is sketchy with hundreds of strangers’ footprints.
Pizzas hot in my hands, I shoot a quizzical glance Kenzie’s way. “The desk or the bed?”
Sitting in the middle of the mattress, looking thoroughly fucked with her wild hair and flushed skin, I’m almost tempted to forgo dinner in favor of continuing our lovemaking. Except her stomach growls again, and I remind myself to not be an asshole.
“The bed. Easy and casual. Though you’re overdressed.” Her eyes drop to my jean-clad legs while she holds the comforter to her breasts, creating a deep vee of cleavage between the plump globes.
Dropping the pizzas next to Kenzie, I step back to shuck the denim as she opens a box and pulls out a pepperoni slice. “Dinner and a show.” She winks before biting into the cheesy goodness.
“Does that mean I should turn around? Keep up the mystery?” If she’s feeling playful, then I’m ready to join in. Giving her an exaggerated wiggle of my hips, I face the covered windows and undo the pants button and zipper, enjoying the light banter.
The jeans clear my ass, and I hear Kenzie’s muttered, “Damn.”
Hang on, buttercup. You ain’t seen nothing yet.
I kick the pants aside and turn towards Kenzie, giving her the full view—though, I’m still wearing my boxer briefs—but that doesn’t stop her gasp of “Double damn.”
“Glad you approve.” Because I want to be the last cock you ever see.
She pulls the food closer to make room for me on the bed as I sit across from her, stealing one of the cheese slices. We eat companionably in peaceful silence, though a world of communication transpires within our shared gaze. Curiosity. Anticipation. Surprise. Hesitation.
Studying her open expression, I test the waters with a question. “So, you know about my life after Trinity, but what about you? How has the golden girl gone on to rock the world?”
Covering a spate of coughing, she grabs one of the bottled waters lying on the bed. “Rock may be an exaggeration. But I’ve done okay. I started my own organizing company about five years ago, and it’s really taken off lately since home organizing is trending. Thank you, Marie Kondo and the Home Edit.” I don’t recognize the names but raise a bottle of water in solidarity with her.
“I always knew you’d be successful in whatever you chose to do.”
“Because I’m too controlling to let myself fail?”
“No, because you work hard, you’re extremely smart, and you’re a great leader. Everyone on campus knew that about you.”
“Oh, well thank you.” An endearing blush tinges her cheeks as a pleased smile shines back at me.
“You’re welcome...” Chewing thoughtfully on a bite of seasoned crust, I mull over my next question before tossing it out, wondering how she’ll react. “But now I’ve got to ask. Why are you so determined to control the outcome of things? There are lessons to be learned in failing or going off course, too.”
I should know. I’m the fucking poster boy for going off course.
Kenzie sighs and wipes the excess grease off her fingers with a napkin—a slow and methodical practice as she considers how to answer. “It’s more about being let down in the past by people. You included. I feel stupid when I trust someone to do something then they don’t follow through. I feel like I should’ve been wise enough to know better. If I control things, then at least if something goes wrong, I can rightfully blame myself. Which is somehow better than feeling stupid about trusting the wrong person.” She shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s a convoluted rationale that I realize needs altering.”
I’m dying to ask about the people who’ve let her down. I hate being one of them, but I understand why I’m on the list. But who else is? Kyle? Other boyfriends? Or is she talking in general from personal relationships to business?
“Everyone makes mistakes.” Groundbreaking advice, Joel. “That doesn’t make you stupid. It just means you’re human. But I’m sorry you’ve been disappointed so often; you don’t deserve that kind of treatment. Again, I apologize for my part in it, too.”
“Oh, you’ve gone above and beyond with your apology. Most don’t provide earth-shattering orgasms.” Then, out of nowhere, her nose wrinkles in disgust. “So, I wanted that to be sexy, but then I started thinking about everyone who’s let me down. Some of those people include family and that would just be gross.” She shudders, her mouth pinching at the corners, and I can’t help but laugh at her expression.
“Buttercup, you are too fucking adorable for your own good.”
Kenzie makes a face and flops back onto her pillow with a whoosh. “I’m too fucking analytical. I overthought a simple statement and made it weird.”
“Hey.” Moving the pizza boxes to the floor, I crawl up her prone form until we’re face to face. “You didn’t make it weird. That’s just where your mind went. You don’t have to censor yourself with me or keep up this perfect façade.” My weight balances on an elbow as I smooth amber tendrils of hair out of her face, needing her to read the sincerity in my eyes. “You're wound so tight, Kenzie. So focused on never taking a misstep. Afraid if you let go that you'll shatter into a million little pieces with no one to help put you back together again, but you have me. I will search and crawl with hands scraped and bloody for every last shard to prove you're not alone. I will be here to fit the pieces back together, to hold you safe.”
She tries to turn her head away, but I hold firm, determined that she let my words sink in.
“But I don’t want to shatter. The cracking I received when Kyle broke up with me was more than enough. The fractures I got when my first business venture tanked because my friend and business partner failed to uphold her side of things was more than enough.” Each word falls with fervor and one of her hands grips my bicep as if to shake sense into me. “Right now, you say you’ll be there, but people change. They can be unreliable. Marriages of twenty years end because someone wakes up one day and decides they don’t fucking love their spouse anymore. Nothing is guaranteed, so why should I stop trying to make the best of every situation I’m in by controlling what I can?”
“Because it’s not making you happy,” I state simply. “Because eventually something will fall through, and you know what? You’ll pick yourself up and survive it. Because you’re a strong fucking woman.” My hand tightens in her hair, matching her in intensity. “Nothing’s guaranteed, buttercup, except for you and me. And if, God forbid, that ever changes, the time we spent together would’ve been worth it. I would still choose to love you all over again despite knowing how it ends.”
“You can’t possibly know that. You don’t love me, yet.”
“Don’t I?” Letting my body crush hers into the mattress, I quell any rebuttal with a harsh kiss of possession.
Love at first sight seemed like a fairytale. Love in a weekend seemed only marginally more realistic. Yet Kenzie’s shown me the error of those beliefs. I love her. As crazy as it sounds.
I love her enough to wait until she feels safe enough to express the same emotion.
“No,” she mutters, daring me to force her submission, her acceptance.
“Guess it’s time to find out who’s right, then.”
Shifting over her, I shimmy out of my boxer briefs and guide Kenzie to her right side before straddling one leg and wrapping the other around my hip, allowing me more access to her body. “I’m going to fuck this cunt until you believe every word I’ve said. You don’t have to admit to loving me yet, but you sure as hell are going to acknowledge my feelings for you.” My fingers pluck at her nipples and clit, preparing her for a rough ride.
“Because sex is the answer?” She laughs in astonishment. “It’s not a magic pill to life’s problems.”
Smack!
Her ass bounces from the light spanking. “Did I forget to mention I’ll also be reddening these round cheeks to remind you who owns this curvy little body? You’re mine, buttercup, even when you want to act like a brat.” I punctuate the point with a hard thrust forward, driving through her wet pussy until she’s taken all of me to the hilt.
A yelp of surprise erupts from Kenzie, and I pause, waiting to see if she’ll use her safe word. When nothing else follows, I begin again—a steady rhythm of spanking her ass on every downthrust and pinching her clit on every retreat. I want her mindless with need. Lost in an ocean of battering, pleasure-filled waves with only me as her anchor.
She tries to grind into me, her nails clutching the wrinkled bedsheet in a white-knuckled grasp, but I refuse to let her assert any kind of control. Instinctively, I lean forward and capture the jiggling undercurve of her breast with my lips, sucking the delicate skin between my teeth as I tease her nipple with a damp finger covered in her arousal.
“Is this what you want, buttercup? What you need? To be stripped of responsibility? Of control?” A vibrating moan resounds in her throat, and her hand cups mine over her breast, squeezing the overflowing flesh, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her pale skin against the golden tones of my own. Kenzie touching herself through me—one of these days I’m just going to sit back and watch as she fucks herself in front of me. Glistening cunt open, her slim fingers pumping between their plump folds.
A spurt of pre-cum releases at the image, so I focus on my breathing—one, two, three—determined not to come until she does.
“No...”
Now, she’s just being contrary.
With a devilish grin, I give her two spankings in quick succession and barrel forward with a thrust of my hips. She’s going to learn every ridge of my cock before this weekend ends. Be imprinted by the steel length, so it’s the only one she wants.
Kenzie’s going to fall in love with my cock.
Then she’s going to fall in love with me.
A flimsy plan, but it’s the only one I’ve got.