Serve Me

“Your place is so nice.” I looked around. He had a few photos of him and the guys, but that was it for decorations.

“It isn’t much.” He shrugged, and then winced again.

“You must be hungry, I can make something.” I went over to his fridge, he didn’t have much to choose from so I just grabbed the eggs.

He sat at the counter, drinking his Gatorade as I made scrambled eggs. He ate slowly, and I pretty much just watched him. The hard lines of his face, his chiseled jaw and narrow nose. He is so aesthetically pleasing.

“Thanks.” He said.

I washed the dishes quickly. “You should take a hot shower, and I can help with the bruising a bit.” I told him, he gave me a look but agreed. He doesn’t seem to like being taken care of.

He stood up and sauntered over to his bathroom. He suddenly stopped in the doorway and turned to face me. “You could join me.”

Chapter Seven: Kellan

I hadn’t been in that much pain since my school yard days, when I had to fight to keep my lunch. Some days my clothes. But this felt different. And I knew it was because of her. I was fighting for something real.

It wasn’t even a fight, really. Just an asshole in a bar. But he was wrong for what he did, I wish he knew that. But fuck, my body hurt. He landed awkward punches, bruising anywhere he could. My head pounded, and I felt like my eye was going to fall out.

But damn’t, I wanted her. Maybe I deserved it, but I don’t think that way. If she wants me, I’ll take her. That’s why I made the offer.

I stepped into the shower and let the hot water pour over me. I have three shower heads that fall over into one stream, it cascaded down me. It was hard on my tender face, but I endured it. I kept thinking about her, about how happy she was the whole night. And then he went and ruined it for her. I had a feeling she had been through worse, because she didn’t even freeze up when he got handsy. She must have had a hard past.

I shampooed my hair first and decided she must not be coming in. I leaned against the wall and let the stream pour over me, soothing my muscles. Just the thought of her got a rise out of me, the sway of her hips and the softness of her thighs. The way her breasts swell against her shirt. Her smile, and her luscious blonde hair. I can imagine how soft it is. I still feel her against me, from when we hugged at the station. I wanted more than that.

And it doesn’t bother me that Joshua has had her, or Austin either. Alexa and I can have something different, well I thought we could. I might have misread her. Maybe she doesn’t go for people who lose their shit so fast, get angry and fight. I would still do it, I would do anything to protect her. But maybe she…

The glass door of the shower slid open and I felt a pair of soft arms slink around my waist. And then I felt her soft body against me inch by inch. Her thighs on mine, her naval against my ass and her breasts on my lower back. I leaned back and press my hands over hers.

I stood there like that with her, letting the events of the night wash over us. She was so happy before, and I know it’s gone now. She had done such a good job too, and she handled herself well despite it all. She knows I would protect her, and I know already I would do anything for her. From the first day I saw her, I knew she had a wrench in me. I was itching to tighten it.

“Kiss me.” She whispered. I stood to attention and turned to face her.

The water fell over her, droplets on her face and her hair mat to her head. She looked like a goddess of the ocean. I took her small face in my hands, I was so much bigger than her my palms covered her face entirely. I ran my thumb over her soft lips, god they were so soft. I leaned in close, our lips hovering over one another before I pressed them against her softly. Like I was testing the waters, my first kiss all over again. I was just enjoying the feel of her, the water making our bodies slicked.

She stood on the tips of her toes and deepened the kiss. It made her rub against my cock and I shuddered at the pleasure. It had been so long since I even had a woman’s touch, and hers was so fucking fantastic.

I coaxed her lips apart and sucked on her bottom lip softly, slowly. I felt every part of her come alive. I let my tongue flick against her lips, she granted me entry and our tongues were colliding in a fury. She tasted so good, so amazing. And she felt right with me, right here and now. I was living for it. I could kiss her for hours, but I needed to breathe.

“I thought you weren’t into me. Thought you weren’t going to come inside.” I confessed. I panted with her as she looked into my eyes, confused.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been…crazy about you since I met you.” She laughed nervously, like she didn’t confess her feelings often.

“It’s just the accent, it will pass.” I joked, and she laughed with me.

When her eyes met mine again the mood shifted back. Intense, deep…I want her so fucking bad. My lips found hers again, and faster this time. It was almost like a race, but neither of us wanted to win. I just wanted to hold her in my arms, make love to her and fuck her hard and then all over again.

I let my hands explore her body, her thin waist and lush hips. Her small hands held my sides as she deepened the kiss. I spun her and backed her against the wall, I pressed my thigh between her legs to spread them. I could feel her warmth against me as she grinded against me.

We both broke away and my lips moved to the supple skin of her neck, behind her ear where she mewled and down her collarbone. My cock hardened to an uncomfortable sheath as I progressed. She took me in her hand and squeezed, eliciting a deep groan from me.

“I want you so bad.” She whispered in my ear. I growled and took her lips again.

I hitched her leg up around my waist so she was open to me. I trailed two fingers down her body and squeezed her breast in my hand. As soft as I imagined, heavy and full. Her nipple hardened at my touch, and I rubbed the hard rosy nub between my fingers. I watched the desire etch across her face and I reveled in it. Her hand froze on my cock as I drifted lower, down between her folds.

She was so wet, and it wasn’t from the shower. The heat of her wrapped my finger as I slipped it inside of her, then I added another, and then three until I was stretching her wide. She moaned aloud, her head thrashing against the wall. She gripped me with both her legs as I pumped my fingers harder, fucking her with my hand. She grinded against me, her nipples hardening against my chest.

I took her lips under mine again and our tongues swirled together as I brought her to the edge. She tightened around me, milking my fingers as her sex clenched harder and harder.