Kissing Kendall - Gone Wild

“I’m beginning to get the idea.” She settled against him, her breath catching in her throat at the feeling of his cock pressed against her. They’d been a similar position before. She knew she could get herself off like this. It wasn’t enough, though. As amazing as the orgasms he’d dealt her to date were, she wanted more. She wanted it all.

She wanted Alex crazed enough to give it to her without holding back.

Kendall looked over her shoulder. They weren’t quite alone on deck, but the other pair on the opposite side of the pool, almost out of sight, was occupied with each other. From the faint moans she could tell no one was watching. No one saw when she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to her waist, baring her breasts to Alex.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“That’s the idea.”

Another of those strained laughs she was learning to love. “You sure you don’t live on the edge? Because you’re killing me, sweetheart. I’m trying to do right by you.”

He might claim he didn’t have a noble streak, but every time he said something like this, he proved himself a liar. Kendall took his hands and guided them to her breasts. “You are doing right by me. All I have to do is ask, remember? I’m asking, Alex. Let me ride you.” Every time she spoke her desires, it became easier. Hotter. She leaned forward, pressing into his rough palms. “I need your cock inside me, filling me up.”

“Dirty girl.” He shifted his grip and surged up, capturing her nipple with his mouth. He sucked hard and laid his teeth against her, making her grind down hard on him. It was so good and yet nowhere near enough.

“Alex, please.”

“Next time,” he muttered. “Next time we get a bed.” He pulled the condom out and ripped the foil open.

“Yes, yes, yes. Next time. Bed. I promise.” She undid his pants and withdrew his cock and, god, it was even better than she’d dreamed. Perfect. He was simply perfect. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Yeah, I got that.” He rolled the condom onto his cock and fisted it. “You want to ride my cock, sweetheart? It’s here, ready for you.”

She shifted up, paused, and dragged her dress up enough so she could watch him notch himself at her entrance. Could watch as she sank down inch by torturous inch, her body fighting to accommodate his size. More, more, more.

“Whoa, Kendall, slow down.” He caught her hips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t want to slow down.” She grabbed his shoulders and slammed herself down the rest of the way, sheathing him to the hilt. Kendall shook as the fullness nearly overwhelmed her. It had been… a very long time since she had sex. And last time hadn’t been anything like this. Even knowing she should wait, should let herself get used to this, she rocked her hips. “More.”

“Jesus.” He gave a choked laugh. “You’re going to kill me.”

“I might kill me, too.” She couldn’t get enough air in her lungs. “Alex…”

Somehow, he understood. He relaxed back by inches and slid his hands up her thighs, bunching her dress around her hips and allowing her to free her hands. “You’re in charge, sweetheart. Take what you need from me.”

She braced her hands on his chest and began to move slowly, simply enjoying this moment. This control. Alex was one big line of tension beneath her, and she had the sudden thought that he was fighting himself in order to give her this. She straightened a bit and arched her back, giving him a show. “How long can you hold out?”

“As long as you need,” he gritted out.

If she wasn’t careful, she might fall in love with this man. It didn’t seem to matter that she didn’t know him. That they hadn’t talked about anything in depth. That he was little more than a stranger. He showed her the truth of himself in a thousand different ways every time he touched her. Every time he put his needs on hold so she could come first, could feel safe, could have a sliver of control.

Kendall ground down hard on his cock, unable to stop her moan. “You feel so good. Better than I imagined.”

He grunted in response, his fingers digging into her hips. Not guiding her. Just hanging on for dear life. It made the whole experience exponentially hotter, which should have been impossible.

Teasing him made her a special kind of evil, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted that control to snap the same way it had in the bar. She wanted him to let go the same way he allowed her to let go. “Do you feel me, Alex?”

“I feel you, sweetheart.” He spoke through clenched teeth.

Not enough. She cupped her breasts, plucking at her nipples as his gaze narrowed on her. Pleasure spiked through her, but it wasn’t enough. Not like this. Not with him holding back. She bit her bottom lip. “I want…”