Saving Kylie

He shed his clothes, then crawled over her body, stopping when he straddled her hips. Staring down at her in the faint light from the hall, he traced the bow of her mouth with fingers damp from her excitement, and simultaneously squeezed his cock. It throbbed in his grip, echoing the roar in his head.

As many times as he’d imagined having her beneath him again, the reality didn’t touch the fantasy. Her blond hair spilled over the dark comforter, and her hands twitched with her desire to touch him.

But she was letting him run the show.

Slowly, he worked his cock, drawing his palm from root to tip while she watched. Occasionally flashes of her tongue came out to torment him from between her shiny lips. “Uh-uh. As good as you are with that mouth, I want your pussy. Seems only fair, since I got it so nice and wet.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “You think that was from you? I was imagining my celebrity crush. That former Back Door Boy. What’s his name? Timberfake? Yeah, him. I was picturing his big, thick—”

Before she could finish, he moved backward and rolled the broad head of his cock over her slit, the only warning he gave her. Then he thrust deep, spearing into her so hard and fast that her teasing litany ended in a half cry.

He held his thumb on her clit, flicking it on every inward drive. Even with as small as the plug was, it made her tighter, and her satiny grip tore groan after groan from his mouth.

“So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuated the words with brutal strokes that she arched into eagerly. “Do you feel how deep I am?” He flexed his hips, and she whimpered, rolling her head back and forth. “You’re throbbing around me, and it’s making my balls ache. I want to come in you.”

He wasn’t wearing a condom, and right then he didn’t care. It was a break from his gentlemanly protocol, but his need to brand this woman robbed him of all good sense. If she said the word, he’d pull out and spend his climax in his fist.

If she didn’t, he’d lose himself in her and forget the rest of the world existed.

“It’s okay. We’re covered.” She reached down to lay her cool palm on the rippling muscles of his stomach. “Fill me with you,” she whispered.

His throat tightened, and he grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his chest. He held it against his thundering heart while he picked up the pace, lengthening his strokes, swiveling into her again and again in a way that he knew would bring her to the peak quickest.

Her body bowed up, yielding entirely to his as he pounded into her. No matter how hard he fucked her, he never let go of his grasp on her hand—and she never relinquished her invisible hold on his heart.

As much as he tried to stave it off, the orgasm built from the depths of him, streaking along his spine. He braced, poised to leap with her.

She had to be there with him.

And then she hurtled over first, jerking up to fuse her mouth to his so that he tasted her cries of completion while her release drenched his cock.

Fighting the inevitable seemed useless, so he gave himself over to it, to her, pulsing into her again and again until their joint arousal squeezed out around his length and soaked into the comforter beneath her. It was dirty and erotic, and damn, he almost came again just seeing it when he pulled out of her quivering pussy.

He trailed his finger down her cleft, groaning softly at the moisture that drizzled over his skin. The plug in her ass was saturated, and she gasped at the feeling of him turning it like a dial, setting off aftershocks that sent more rivulets of their pleasure from her body.

“I have something important to tell you. Brace yourself.”

Her swallow was audible. “Okay.”

“Timberfake’s not from Back Door Boys. He’s from N’sanity. You mixed up your vintage boy bands,” he murmured, placing a chaste kiss on her swollen nipple.

Giggling, she ran her fingers through his hair. He could practically taste her relief. “I prefer you anyway, so it’s all good.”

He had to laugh as he drew back and cupped her face. “Let’s go for that ride.”

Despite her complaints, he insisted she remove the plug before they went outside. He just didn’t want to take any chances with her. It turned out to be a moot point because the moment they stepped out into the winter wonderland, she slipped on a patch of ice outside the door and back inside they came.

The rest of the night was spent on the couch in front of the fire with a bowl of popcorn and the remote. And if he couldn’t stop himself from twirling her hair or touching her shoulder just to remind himself that he wasn’t alone—and better yet, that Kylie was with him—who could blame him?

He smiled and shifted Kylie onto her side, draping her fall of curls down his thigh. Not all fantasies that came true occurred in bed, he mused.

Some occurred in front of a roaring fire with reruns on TV and a snoozing blond stretched across his lap.

Six

Groaning, Kylie rolled over in bed and pressed her face in the center of her pillow, the scent of soap and man making her smile. She didn’t open her eyes, just drifted on the contentment that wrapped around her as warmly as the sheets and comforter.

Home.