Chapter Thirty-Four
Ana
“You like it when I fuck you from behind like the slut you are,” Kevin growled. His tongue flicked my ear before biting down on the soft lobe. The sharp sting, paired with his degrading words had my orgasm crashing over me again and again. My fingers dug into the soft comforter on my bed as I tried to support myself on shaking arms. “Say it. Say you’re my slut.”
“Yes.” I breathed the word in, trying desperately to get oxygen into my lungs. “Yes,” I said again, louder.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
His arm wrapped around me, slithering up between my breasts and gripping my throat, pulling me upright into his chest. Holding me in place, his hips pushed harder and harder inside me as his mouth latched onto my shoulder and sucked, leaving a mark. My hand gripped his thrusting hip while he pushed in one last time, moaning his release into my skin.
We fell to the bed and he rolled off me, pulling me to the side so I could stay in his arms. We lay there for a moment and I closed my eyes, focusing on the tickling feel of his finger skimming across my shoulder.
“You’ll need to change your dress to cover my mark.”
It was impossible to miss the possessive pleasure in his tone at seeing the dark hickey standing out on my skin. I huffed out a breath and rose from the bed. “Dammit, Kevin. I like this dress.”
I had a date with Andrew to meet his parents. The dress was perfect for the warm spring weather.
“Since you can’t wear it, can I rip it off you?”
I rolled my eyes at him over my shoulder, taking him in. His golden skin gleamed in the sunlight pouring in from my window. It trailed over his hard stomach and seemed to spotlight his softened dick lying atop his lowered jeans, still coated and shining from our mixed release. It shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did. “No. You already ripped my panties off me. You can’t have my dress too,” I grumbled, pulling my dress over my head and entered my walk-in closet to hang it back up.
I flicked through my clothes, searching for another dress that would cover his mark. Glancing in the full-length mirror on the back of my closet door reminded me of more reasons I wanted a normal life. I didn’t like constantly worrying if I’d have things in my wardrobe to cover the bruises. And if I didn’t cover them, then someone might possibly get the wrong idea.
“Wear the yellow one,” Kevin said from the bedroom. “It has short sleeves and it makes your breasts look fantastic.”
I popped my head out of the closet. “You do realize where I’m going, right?”
“Yeah.” He smiled a cocky smile. “But I know the whole time you’re wearing it, you’ll be thinking about how I made you wear the dress and how I’m thinking of your perfect tits. Maybe I’ll take a picture so I can jack off to it later.”
“I won’t be thinking about you at all today.” I went for bold and hard, but my voice came out breathy. My body made a liar of me when his eyes dropped to my thighs and he smirked at how I’d been squeezing them together.
“Maybe I’ll tie you to this bed and spank your ass red before you leave. That way, every time you sit, you’ll have no choice but think of me.”
I licked my lips and swallowed hard. My mind scrambled for a flippant reply, but all I could imagine was his hand stinging against my bare ass. I had nothing, so I shrugged my shoulders and went back into the closet to grab the stupid yellow dress.
“You have to leave,” I said, walking out of the closet. He’d known I had plans that afternoon, but stopped by anyway. Me, being the weak woman I was, not only let him come in, but allowed him to defile me before my date with another man. Fuck, I was the shittiest human being. But then I remembered Kevin’s words. I made no promises to anyone but myself, and if Andrew asked, I wouldn’t lie to him, and he’d be able to make his own decision. He knew we weren’t exclusive.
Kevin stood and grumbled, but still pulled up his pants and put on a shirt. I walked him to the door once he had his shoes on and he leaned down and gave me a bruising kiss. Once he was done, I knew my lips would look red and swollen. Asshole. Sexy asshole. “I’ll see you later.” One more kiss and he was gone.
Seeing I had more than an hour before Andrew arrived, I decided to shower. Kevin may have done his best to mark me, but I didn’t want to be so insulting to have his scent on me for my date with Andrew and his family. I hadn’t planned on lunch with his family. He’d invited me out on what I’d assumed was a date, but then a few days later announced that his parents would be there too.