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  I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him when he, again, flicked my pulsing bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Thankfully, it was only a tease; he didn’t carry on. And I felt the heat of his breath on my sex when he huskily said, “But I really, really love your pussy, Kenny. You taste…” He hummed and gently bit the inside of my thigh. “Like heaven.”

  “Then come here. I want to know what heaven tastes like.”

  The room lit up, highlighting his Cheshire grin as he moved up the bed, bringing his lips to mine. It took me completely by surprise. Not the kiss, but how erotic it was to taste myself on his tongue. I’d always imagined it wouldn’t be enjoyable—but I was wrong.

  So wrong.

  The crinkle of foil danced in the darkness, accompanied by the melody of his panting breaths. His fingertips skated across my skin in tune with distant rumbles of thunder outside. All while lightning flickered against the walls like a strobe light. My heart pounded in my chest, reminiscent of the heavy beats from a speaker in a club. And the whole time, our heated bodies swayed with one another.

  “Kenny…” he whispered against my neck, his lips so close to my ear.

  Only a few moments ago, Drew was the picture of confidence, the essence of control. He knew what he wanted and, with my permission, didn’t hold back. Except now, he seemed unsure. Not weak. Not passive. Just a man on the edge, desperate for my approval.

  Rather than give it to him in words, I showed it with action. I reached between us to wrap my fingers around his erection, stunned and slightly worried about his impressive girth. Needing a moment to settle the nerves that had my body quivering, I slowly slid the sheathed head through my slit. Up and down. Lubricating my sensitive bundle of nerves with the evidence of my arousal. I wanted this. I was ready for it. And now, I needed it like my next breath. So rather than tease my entrance on the last downward slide, I lined him up and held him there.

  “Kenny…” This time, my name passed his lips like a prayer in the wind. He pushed forward, paused to let me relax around him, and then rolled his hips once more. “Oh shit, Kenny,” he grunted as he filled me completely.

  “What?” It was rather alarming to hear oh shit just as he slid all the way in, causing my chest to tighten and my throat to constrict. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” His soft breath blew across my lips. “Absolutely nothing is wrong.”

  Drew was correct—everything about this was right, written in the stars, planned since the beginning of time. I had never been this stretched, this full, yet instead of it being too much, it felt as though our bodies were made for each other. A lock and a key. Two perfectly fit puzzle pieces. Every part of him formed to every part of me.

  His touch was electrifying, leaving my skin singing his praise. His lips left me reassured, as if affirming that this was real and not a dream. And the way he moved… That was magic. It brought heaven to earth and made me believe that everything I’d been told about intimacy had been wrong. Because if any of those people had ever experienced this, then they would never discourage it.

  Pressure built in my lower stomach with every roll of his hips, every push and pull. My fingertips tingled, and I felt more and more lightheaded yet completely present. I tilted my hips, needing to be closer, take him deeper, and instantly, my breath stalled in my chest. My eyes closed automatically, and just as I felt the blinding pleasure explode and spread throughout my entire body, I bit down on the closest object, which happened to be the soft spot on his chest between his pec and his shoulder.

  A guttural groan filled my ear, urging me to dig my nails deeper into his back, bite his chest harder, and clench him tighter. His body tensed, and his movements were more rigid as I rode out my orgasm, convinced that it would never end.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life. That was…” Drew pressed his forehead to mine, and even though the room was still too dark to get a full picture of his face, I could tell by the lilt in his huffed words that he wore a smile on his lips. “Oh my God, Kenny, that was incredible.”

  I hummed as I ran my fingertips along his sides. He was preaching to the choir; it was beyond incredible. It was unbelievable, extraordinary. It was mind-blowing and addictive. But as soon as that thought crossed my mind, my euphoria turned into discontent.

  This was temporary.

  I wasn’t sure what I wanted this to be. I just knew that he was meant to hold more than a brief spot in my life. He was here for more than that. I believed it deep in my soul. He was put in front of me for a reason…and I had to figure out what that was.

  Unfortunately, that would have to wait, because I couldn’t think straight in his arms.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Drew

  The warmth of Kenny’s smooth skin on mine was surreal—it was oddly familiar, while at the same time, a completely new experience that I never wanted to end. Unfortunately, I knew it couldn’t last forever.

  The storm had let up outside, only lightly raining now, and the electricity had come back on. Kenny’s soft snores filled the entire room, and they were so comforting that I couldn’t force myself to get up to use the bathroom—even though I’d been holding it for the last hour.

  Suddenly, Kenny jerked in her sleep, waking herself. She pushed up with her elbow and lifted her head off my bare chest. She glanced around the room as if she didn't know where she was, although her attention immediately returned to me when her hand found the tiny puddle of drool she’d left behind from her slumber.

  “Oh my God, Drew. I'm so sorry about that.” Embarrassment filled her voice as she thoroughly dried my chest. “I didn't even realize I was that tired.” She yawned and then asked, “What time is it anyway?”

  “I don’t know…I think around nine. Maybe a bit before.” I hadn't checked the time since I went to the bathroom to clean up after having the best sex of my life. I knew we’d been lying here for a bit; I just wasn't sure how long.

  “Oh, wow, it’s late. I should probably head back to my cabin now that the storm is over,” she whispered into the otherwise quiet room. She didn't seem uncomfortable, maybe a little awkward, as if not knowing how to react in this type of situation.

  She was right, it was getting late, but I didn’t want her to leave. I wasn’t ready to give her up quite yet. I wanted her to stay a little bit longer. Five minutes. Ten minutes. I didn’t care, just as long as I didn’t have to take her back so soon. “Why don’t you take a shower before you leave? That way, you can climb right into bed and go to sleep when you get back.”

  She hummed, pulling her lips to the side while contemplating my suggestion. “I don’t know, Drew. I don’t have any of my clothes here. Nor do I have my soap or my shampoo and conditioner. It’ll probably be best if I wait and do that when I get to my cabin.”

  That was not the answer I hoped for, but I wasn’t about to give up that easily. “You have clothes in the dryer,” I offered, hoping I didn’t sound as desperate as I felt. “Or you can wear what you have on.”

  Kenny glanced down at the oversized T-shirt and let out a subtle snicker. “I’m not wearing your clothes home, Drew. They’re huge on me. Plus, the clothes in the dryer are my bathing suit, swim shorts, and a tank top. That’s not something I want to put on after taking a shower.”

  “Okay, if you don’t want to, I won’t make you.” I slid off the bed and moved around her, leaving her perched on the edge of the mattress. “I’ll drive you back, but you have to give me a few minutes to take a shower and get dressed.”

  I headed to the bathroom, hoping and praying she would follow. I didn’t want to, but if it would keep her here just a little bit longer, then I’d beg. I would get down on my knees and plead with her to give me just a little bit more of her time. I only hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

  After dropping my gym shorts, I turned on the water and pulled back the curtain—all while holding my breath. Defeat nearly crippled me as I stepped beneath the showerhead and let the scalding spray batte
r my face. It was the only thing I could think of to clear my mind enough to figure out what the hell was going on, because I had no idea what had come over me. I had never felt this way before…and I didn’t like it. The only problem was, I didn’t know how to make it go away.

  I’d just had the most amazing sexual experience of my life, yet my heart now felt deflated. The chemistry and passion were off the charts. It was unbelievable. I couldn’t get enough of her, wishing I could’ve dragged it out much longer. Unfortunately, the second I’d pushed into her, I knew there was no way on Earth I would last. My only hope had been to hold off long enough for her to come—which I accomplished, so I had no idea why I felt like I’d blown it with her.

  Suddenly, cold air blew against my back and bare ass. I peered over my shoulder and caught Kenny sliding in behind me. I wanted to play it cool, yet I didn’t have much faith in myself because inside, I was a nerd at the cool kid’s birthday party.

  “Changed your mind?”

  “Yeah, it beats sitting around by myself while I wait on you to take a shower.”

  I didn’t care what reason she gave; all I cared about was that she was here. Next to me. In the shower. Naked. Honestly, I had to laugh at myself—I’d been buried deep inside her heat, yet I got excited about seeing her without clothes on, as if it were the first time I’d seen her this way.

  Without waiting for permission, she took the bar of soap and began to wash my back. This wasn’t the first time she had intimately touched me, although this was the first time I could feel it through my entire body, inside and out.

  The hot water cascaded down my back as she inched closer and closer to me, likely trying to get beneath the stream as well. I didn't want her to be cold, but at the same time, I didn’t want her to ever stop, so I turned on my heel and took the soap. Following her lead, I didn’t ask permission. I began to wash her, starting with her shoulders, down her chest, between her breasts, continuing down her abdomen, and along her sides.

  She didn’t have to tell me that she enjoyed what I did to her.

  I could tell by the soft moans and quiet purrs that hummed past her lips.

  When I reached the apex of her thighs, she voluntarily parted her legs, allowing me to wash her most sensitive area. I took my time, enjoying the hitch in her breath and the way her forehead dropped to my chest as she tightly grabbed my biceps. Her nails dug into my arms, making me recall how tightly she had gripped me when she came, and as she’d ridden out the waves of pleasure that rolled through her, she’d scratched my back. Considering the sting from the water, I was certain she had broken the skin in at least a few places.

  When Kenny rolled her hips into my hand, I couldn’t hold off any longer. I grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her, turning and pressing her back against the cold ceramic tile. My mouth claimed hers just as her moan massaged my tongue.

  One time with her and I had become an addict; I honestly felt dependent on Kenny’s touch and taste and warmth. It was something I’d undoubtedly regret, considering I’d known from the start that I wasn’t guaranteed a next time with her.

  Aiming to drive her as wild as she made me, I trailed my lips and tongue down her neck to her collarbone, over her shoulder, and back up her neck to the soft spot just below her ear. “Kenny,” I groaned, taking her earlobe between my teeth and lightly pressing down.

  She didn’t respond verbally. Instead, she rolled her hips against me, desperately seeking my erection. The way she wriggled and moved, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she slid onto it the first chance she could. But I wouldn't give in that easily. I held her firmly against the tile and kept the head of my cock just out of reach of her hungry pussy.

  “What do you want, Kenny? Use your words. Come on, baby, tell me what you want.” I had never spoken like this to anyone. It sounded weird in my head but felt natural on my tongue. And to my surprise, she seemed to enjoy it…more than I would’ve thought.

  “I want you, Drew. You. That’s it.”

  “You have me; I’m right here.”

  “No,” she groaned, her voice full of frustration. She ground her pelvis against me and pulled my hair at the back of my head. “Inside me… I want you inside me. Now. Please, Drew. I need you.”

  That was all it took to break my fragile control. I was wanted and needed. Even if it was just for this one instance, this one moment in time, nothing else mattered. I took a deep breath and pushed inside her, taking a moment to enjoy her heat. To relish her fingers threaded through my hair. To savor her soft exhales against my shoulder. I wanted to soak it all in and memorize every second, every aspect of this. I never wanted to forget a single detail. I knew I couldn’t keep her, but at the very least, I’d be able to keep this memory.

  Even though it had only been a couple of hours since we’d last been together, it still didn’t take long to climax—for either of us. After a handful of deep thrusts, she squeezed my sides between her thighs, panting in pleasure. Before she finished, I buried myself in her one last time, held it there, and filled her with my desire.

  My legs shook from the exertion, so I carefully lowered her until she was steady on her feet. It was then that we both realized our mistake. We had been too wrapped up in the moment that we had forgotten to...wrap it up. Kenny stared up at me with wide, crystalline eyes, mouth agape, and fear lining every feature on her beautiful face.

  My heart must have stopped beating.

  And my chest constricted.

  “Kenny, I’m…I—” I had no idea what I wanted to say. There were no words to make either of us feel better about this.

  After staring intently at my now flaccid dick, she reached up and cupped my face in her hands. Her eyes flickered between mine as she shook her head and mumbled, “I’m on birth control. We’re okay.”

  There was a silent, let’s just not ever do that again hanging in the air following her sincere reassurance. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her to my chest and whispered into her ear, “I am so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  She huffed as she pulled away the tiniest bit, tilting her head back to look up at me. “You weren’t the only one, Drew. I didn’t think about it, either. It’s just as much my fault as it is yours. It got really intense, really quickly, and we were too busy thinking with our hormones.” That didn’t stop the guilt from plaguing me, but I appreciated it all the same.

  “Still…I’m sorry.”

  We released each other and quietly went back to taking an actual shower—except this time, we washed ourselves instead of each other. It was safest that way. One thing about her that truly impressed me was the way she acted. She seemed unaffected, as though we hadn’t had sex a few minutes ago. That could’ve been a good or bad thing, but I simply took it to mean that Kenny was comfortable and didn’t feel the need to shy away after the intimacy we shared.

  I wasn’t ready for our shower to come to an end, but it obviously had to at some point. So after we finished washing ourselves, we each grabbed a towel and dried off. I tried to stall while getting dressed, but I could only do that for so long without making it obvious. And eventually, I had to accept that I had to take her back to her cabin—whether I wanted to or not.

  “Are you sure you want to go so soon? We could watch a movie.” It was my last attempt.

  She smiled, and it quieted every ounce of nervousness in my body. Her slightly squinted aquamarine eyes had the ability to put me at ease no matter the situation. I didn’t know what it was, but there was something about them that could calm the roughest storm.

  “I really should get back. I haven’t been there all day, and I need to call my mom.”

  “Oh, do you have to check in with her every day or something?”

  “Something like that; we’re really close. It was always just the two of us, so it would feel weird going an entire day without speaking to her. Plus, I think she’s lonely without me.”

  “Is this your first time away from home?” I asked as I grabbed the k
eys to the golf cart.

  She followed behind me as we made our way out the side of the house. “Other than school field trips, yes. I thought I would be scared or anxious being here alone, but that hasn’t happened so far. Although, I think my mom’s a nervous wreck.”

  I waited until she climbed into the cart next to me and turned my focus on her. “Well, I’m really glad you came, Kenny. You’ve made this week more than bearable. Without your company, my days would’ve been just like they always are—wake up, go to work, come home, go to bed…rinse and repeat.”

  A short, huffed laugh escaped her as she glanced down to her lap. If I had to guess, fiery flames cloaked her neck and settled into her cheeks. I was learning to notice those moments without having to see them.

  “I don’t know what in the world I’ve done, but I’m really glad I came, too.”

  I started the cart and headed down the trail to Kenny’s cabin. It was a quiet ride, but a calm one. No anxiety. No sadness. Just peacefulness. She held my hand in her lap the entire way, and when we stopped outside her place, I refused to let hers go. There was something I needed to address…and maybe I was trying to steal a few more minutes with her before going back to absolute solitude at my house.

  “Do you want me to take you to the pharmacy tomorrow to get the morning after pill?”

  Kenny tilted her head to the side, a genuine softness overtaking her features. “If that would make you feel better, sure. But I don’t feel it’s needed. Like I said earlier, I’m on birth control, so I’m not concerned about it.”

  “Really? Because you looked pretty worried in the shower.”

  She rolled her eyes, a reaction I was sure she didn’t intend for me to see, considering she immediately dropped her chin and stared at the space on the seat between us. “There are other things to worry about. In my mind, getting pregnant isn’t the worst possible outcome.”