Chapter Four

Kevin

It's been four days since Rochelle moved in with us, and it's becoming more and more difficult to control myself around her, especially now that my daughter has left for her hiking trip. I pace back and forth in my office, thinking about her. I remember how I had come so close to grabbing her, when she came into the kitchen that first evening we had dinner together. She looked like an angel. Hiding my boner had taken everything in me. I've been avoiding her since Amy left, and I notice the question in her eyes anytime I shut off a conversation or when she serves me dinner. Rochelle may be young, but she is incredibly homely and intelligent. There's an air of calmness around her that pulls me towards her. But what do I do? What will she think of me if I give in to the fire that burns deep inside me anytime her face comes up in the doorway asking me if I need anything or when she makes me a coffee in the mornings?

Yesterday, I almost gave in to my desires. She came into my room that night to ask if I wanted a drink. I refused and then waited for her to leave, but she didn't.

"Is there something else?" I asked.

"I wanted to ask you something ... it's about what you taught today about the mind of a criminal and how ...?"

"Now's not the time Rochelle. Can we discuss this tomorrow? Or you can bring it up in class."

I had seen the sheen of tears in her eyes just before she apologized and hurried out of my room. It had killed me to hurt her, but this way was best for everyone. Being in the same room with her was torture enough.

I know I should be more civil and less of an asshole to her, but I'm getting to the point where I might grab her and kiss her. Hell, what I wanted to do was bend her over the desk and give her a seeing to … show her what a real man can do. Give her what she needs. But I can't. The way she looks at me makes me feel like I'm burning up. I've never felt this way before. The more I think about it, the more I'm drawn to her, and the stronger my desire is for her.

No. It's wrong. I have no business feeling this way for a girl like her. I have always been in control of my feelings and shunned love and relationships to protect and raise my daughter. I wanted to devote my time to her, and over the years, I just buried that part of me that needed love. The part that Rochelle Mason is threatening to dig up. If she were ten years older ... if she wasn't the daughter of a close friend ... if she weren't my daughter's best friend, it would be easier. Besides, there's no way she thinks about me in the way I think about her.

On the other hand, I did catch her that day when she peeped into my room. What was she looking for? What did she need? I wonder if I'd have invited her into my room that day, I could have put an end to her curiosity. No! I'm already taking this too far just by thinking about her like this. This has to stop!

I look at my watch. It's 8 pm already. Late enough. I pack my bags and head out to the campus driveway. As I drive home, I resolve to apologize to her for my behavior and be more civil. I'll put an ice pack every day on my dick until she graduates if I have to. I'm already masturbating twice a day and still it isn't enough. This torment is becoming unbearable.

The door is locked. I unlock the door and walk in. I immediately notice that Rochelle isn't home. I go to the kitchen and find a note on the fridge telling me she made dinner for me. She's been cooking for Amy and me since the second day she started living with us. I teased Amy once about her cooking being a major reason why she asked Rochelle to move in. I smile and press the note close to my nose. Even if I can't have her, I will allow myself to enjoy her company. That's not against the rules, surely? I shower quickly and head downstairs to microwave the spaghetti dinner she made.

I move to the living room, expecting her to return soon so we can have a chat. I don't want it to wait. I mindlessly glance through a few magazines before drifting off to sleep. I wake up a while later to the sound of heavy rainfall and realize that something is wrong. It's 12:30 am, and Rochelle still isn't home. She never stays out this late, and it's pouring outside. My phone rings, and it's Rochelle.

"Rochelle? Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Oh, thank goodness, Dr. McKnight. I have been trying to reach you, but the cell service is crazy. I had to work a double shift but can't get a cab home."

"I'm coming to get you. Just wait right there."

"Thank you so much, Sir," she replies heavily. She must be so cold and scared. I grab my keys and two coats from the closet in the entryway and head to my car. I race frantically towards Cassian Road, where Rochelle works. I park the car and grab the umbrella. I notice her sitting on a bench at the bus stand and run across the road towards her. She immediately embraces me, and I can feel how relieved and scared she is. I hold her close and stroke her head.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she replies, shivering.

"Let's go get you warmed up."

We sprint towards my car and head home.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Dr. ..."

"Kevin ... call me Kevin, Rochelle. You're not bothering me." I reply with a smile. She smiles back. Her beautiful face is white and pale, and her blonde hair is plastered to her face.

"There are some dry coats in the backseat."

"Oh, thank you." She removes her coat, revealing her tank top that's been plastered to her wet body. I can make out the outlines of her perfectly round breasts, her nipples hard and taught, and my blood begins to boil. I quickly turn my eyes back to the road.

"Um ... Rochelle ... I wanted to apologize to you for the way I have been acting. I have been rude and unkind, and I'm sorry."

Her smile lights up her whole face. "Apology accepted ... Kevin."

"So, is what Amy said true?"

"What?"

"About me being a part of the reason why you wanted to study psychology."

"Is that what she told you?" she whispers, blushing.

The sight of her blushing makes me smile. "So, what do you love most about psychology?"

"Well, I have always been fascinated by how the mind works."

"So have I. In fact, what started it all was …"

The car begins to jerk until it halts. I completely forgot that I was low on gas. I didn't bother checking how much gas I had when I was racing towards Rochelle.

"Is something wrong?"

"Uh … we're out of gas," I reply.

"Ohh no."

"Don't worry. The rain seems to be letting up. If we're lucky, we can hitch a ride home when it stops. I'll find a place for us to stay. It's not safe in the car." I step out of the car and realize we're at Fenway Park. I remember they have structures like minkas? in the center of the park. Hopefully, they'll be open. I come round to the passenger seat and open the door.

"Come with me. I know a place that will keep us dry." I offer her my hand.

"Okay," she says, taking my hand. I grab the second coat, and we run across the road and head to a small gate that leads into the park. We sprint towards the structures and find them unlocked. I carefully lead her inside and shut the door firmly behind me. Sure enough, it looks just like an old Japanese room with yoga mats stacked in one corner. I notice Rochelle standing in a corner, shivering.

"Maybe you should take off that coat and put this on." I give her the second coat.

"Thank you," she replies. God, she's beautiful! I quickly turn my attention to the weather outside. Minutes pass between us, and the rain keeps pouring. So much for my predictions. I take off my wet jacket and place it on one of the chairs in the room.

"So you were about to tell me what inspired you to enter into the black hole of psychology," I say, striving for lightness.

"Ohh … well … if I'm being completely honest, it was you … Kevin."

So what Amy said was true.

"I've read a lot of your journal entries and they inspired me."

I look at her squarely then and for the split second our eyes meet, something unspoken passes between us. She turns away and appears to be struggling with a button on the back of her blouse.

"Let me help you with that." I say. She turns to me sharply and lowers her head.

I walk over to her and lift the long blonde and wet hair off her back toward her shoulders. I undo the buttons at the back of her blouse. I let my hands graze her skin and feel her deep intake of breath. Her skin is baby-soft, and I'm as hard as a hammer. I grit my teeth and run my hands down her back. I want her. I want her so much and I'm going to have her.

To hell with it!

I can feel her shaking, and it only drives me wilder. I turn her to face me, then lift her chin and kiss her, savoring every inch of her soft lips. She kisses me back in return. My hands travel down her cheeks to her neck and then her breasts, hidden underneath the thin film of her blouse. I take off her blouse and bra, revealing her bare breasts. Her pink nipples are hard as she breathes quickly. My dick is just about hard enough to pierce through my pants.

"Dr. … Kevin … I …"

"Shhh." I smile at her and kiss her again, wanting to remove every doubt in her mind. The strength of my passion and desire for her scares me. I wanted nothing else but to have her and make her mine.

Chapter Five

Rochelle

Kevin's touch sends waves of heat all over my body. I can't do anything else but give myself to him. He kisses me slowly at first, then more ferociously, wanting to consume every part of me. The taste of his tongue is like honey as he lifts me off my feet and pins me to the wall. I bury my tongue deep into his mouth as I impatiently unbuckle his pants. I let his pants and boxer shorts fall to the ground. He takes off my jean pants and rips off my lace panties, all the while kissing, sucking, and biting my breasts.

"Ohh Kevin …"

"Tell me you want me … say it, Rochelle.,"

"I … I want you … I want you so much …"

He thrusts plunges two of his fingers into me and presses forward.

"Ahhh," I scream, clinging to him as a jolt of pain shoots up my body.

He turns to me and stares in surprise. "You're a virgin?" I nod, and he shakes his head.

"Rochelle, if you don't want to …"

"I do," I reply, guiding his fingers back inside me. "This is all I have ever wanted." He kisses me hard while thrusting gently with his fingers until I can feel my honey opening up.

He picks me up and lays me gently on the floor. He then parts my legs and very softly plunges his tongue inside me, licks and sucks my bud. I lose every sense of decency and precaution as my moans get louder and louder. I dig my fingers into his back as his tongue and fingers fill me. He massages my breasts and caresses my nipples, setting me on fire. He then crawls over me, running his tongue all over my body through my belly button, continuing to move upwards between my breasts, to my neck, and finally settling into my mouth where he kisses me fervently. God, I love the way he tastes. He presses his large hard dick to my bud and then slowly, and gently, thrusts into me., I relishing how my body melts underneath his. I reach for his butt with both hands and press him further into me.

He thrusts hard and fast as I moan and gasp helplessly underneath him. He sits back up and pushes my knees up to my shoulders. He licks his thumb and begins to rub my clit rhythmically with it. The motion makes me begin to pant louder as he begins to pick up the pace again, still rubbing my clit. I feel dizzy and overcome with all of these new sensations. I'm not sure how much more I can take, but at the same time I never want this feeling to end.

"Rochelle, I can feel your clit getting bigger. Cum for me, baby girl. Oh you're so wet. I want you, Rochelle. I want you so much."

I can feel my climax approaching quickly now, but I don't want this to stop … but I can't help myself. I feel so greedy and just want him to make me cum hard. This is what I want. What I've always wanted. The movement of his thrusts and the constant rubbing of my clit is too much. I can't stop the inevitable. I scream out in pleasure.

"Oh, Dr. McKnight, I'm coming, I'm coming."

Kevin moves his body closer to mine now, fucking me harder than before. I wrap my legs around him and I feel his body tighten as his orgasm rips through him.

"Ohhh … fuck!" he roars as he comes deep inside me. We're both panting hard and staring at each other now, smiling. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would feel this way about anyone. I stare at him and don't even bother to hide the tears that roll down my face.

He lies down next to me, and presses me close to him, covering the both of us with our discarded clothing. He kisses away the tears on my face. The rain finally lets up, and he stands to his feet, pulling me up with him.

"Let's get you home," he says and kisses my forehead. We dress quickly, and discreetly sneak out of the dark, empty park. The walk home was exhilarating. As soon as we get home, he takes my hand and leads me upstairs. My heart hasn't stopped pounding in my chest since he first kissed me back at the park.

He stops in front of the bathroom door and opens it. He steps aside with a smile, waiting for me to walk in. He closes the door behind him and lifts me up, kissing me passionately. He sets me back on my feet and begins to take my clothes off.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he says, and takes my mouth in his again while his hands tear my clothes from my body. My hands find the straps of his pants; I undo them, freeing his large dick. I cradle it in my hands for a while, marveling at the length and thickness of it. I feel a warm wetness seeping down my legs as Kevin ravages my mouth with his tongue. He pulls me into the shower and turns on the water.

A man of his word, he begins methodically and carefully cleaning my body with soap. First, he turns me around so I'm facing the wall. The shower gel he uses smells just like him. I close my eyes as I feel his hands move from my back and shoulders down towards my breasts. I can feel his huge erection against me as he massages my nipples now.

"You're so beautiful, Rochelle. Do you know that?"

I feel myself blush at his words. He's so fucking hot. I love the way he tells me how beautiful he thinks I am. This God of a man thinks I'm amazing!

Kevin turns me to face him, then, taking my face with both hands, he begins to kiss me tenderly on my mouth. His other hand moves between my legs, as he begins to rub my clit with his finger again. He then dips into me and brings it back out onto my clit, bringing with it my wetness. Over and over again he strokes me in all the right places. The sensation is like nothing I've ever felt before. His lips on mine and his hand between my legs, almost has me coming again. The sound of the shower running does little to silence my moans. I feel my legs begin to buckle as I can feel my orgasm about to break free.

"Not yet, baby girl." He shakes his head and smiles.

"Please!" I beg him.

He shakes his head again, and turns the water off.

"All good things come to those who wait," comes his reply.

He steps out of the shower, and I follow after him. He dries my body with a towel, then his own, and leads me into his bedroom.

I immediately launch myself at him, wrapping myself around his body, and kissing him passionately on his mouth, hungry for more of him.

Kevin falls on to the bed, with me on top. I pull his towel away and remove my own. His eyes grow even darker as I straddle his hips, desperate to feel him inside me again, taking me and owning me. He sits up and begins kissing my breasts. He takes one in his hand and begins teasing my nipple, licking and flicking it until finally placing it into his mouth and sucking hard. I throw my head back in ecstasy as he continues to own me.

He then lifts me up ever so slightly and just enough for him to thrust his hard penis deep inside of me. I let out a soft moan.

"What happened to waiting?" I tease, groaning into his ear.

"How do you expect me to do that when you look like this? You can't starve a hungry man."

He thrusts slowly and we begin to rock together.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he pants, his eyes growing wider as our rocking becomes more and more rough, my breasts bouncing up and down. He bites and licks at one, which almost pushes sends me over the edge.

He grabs me by my hips again, and before I know it, I'm on my back. He lifts one of my legs and places it on his shoulder, making him feel even bigger than before. He begins his descent of owning me again. I can feel the friction on my clit this way and I feel a familiar sensation, similar to the one no less than an hour ago groan out in pleasure. This man is going to have me coming. Hard.

I never thought a man's thrust could be filled with so much longing and desire. Every thrust is harder and quicker than the one before. He thrusts in and out of me with such powerful strokes that I can feel my whole world shake and my orgasm fast approaching.

He looks into my eyes and whispers, "You're mine, Rochelle Mason. Only mine."

At these words, my orgasm washes over me and I scream out his name. Kevin isn't far behind as his orgasm takes over, his thrusts becoming deeper and deeper until the last of his warm seed leaves his body and consumes my own.

He slips out of me and pulls me close, kissing me like nothing else mattered in the world. For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be. I listen to his heartbeat, as he breathes deeply, until we both fall asleep.

***

Waking up in Kevin's arms is more than I ever thought possible. I stare at him sleeping and want to tell him how long I have wanted to be with him. It's been three days since that passionate night at the park, and it's been perfect bliss ever since. I wince as I sit up in bed beside him, the pain in my groin reminding me of the soul-searing night of passion we had in his bedroom again last night.

I haven't told Kevin that I'm in love with him yet. I just want to enjoy the beautiful times I spend with him, whilst we still can. I look around for my panties, and I spot a picture of Kevin and Amy on the side table.

Amy. My best friend for nearly 17 years. What would she think of me? Of us? Kevin and I haven't discussed that yet, but maybe it's time we did. I don't want to lose either of them. Yet how do I tell him that I'm not just in it for the sex? That I genuinely want to share my life with him?

"Hi, beautiful," Kevin says, stretching after his long sleep, then pressing me close for a kiss. "Are you okay?" He asks with his eyebrow raised.

"I'm fine … just a little sore." Kevin and I have been making love for hours but it hasn't dampened my desire for him. I still crave to have him inside me again.

"Mmm, I can help with that." He says and kisses me deeply, sending jolts of fire all over my body.

I moan helplessly as his lips travel down towards my breasts. He sucks and licks my hard pink nipples. I feel myself go wet again, so I slowly open my legs. Kevin inserts two fingers into me, rubbing back and forth on my bud and driving me crazy.

I groan out, calling him by his name, and rolling my waist towards his fingers.

"What do you want?" He asks, whispering in my ear.

"You … I want to feel you inside me," I whisper breathlessly. Despite how spent I am, I'm entirely helpless at his touch.

"First, let's take care of that soreness."

Kevin gently parts my legs and runs his tongue all over my abs and then in between my legs.

"Kevin…please …" His touch drives me insane.

He kneads the tips of my breasts with his right hand, and with his fingers still inside me, he leans down and buries his lips in between my legs. He kisses the soft lips around my honey and parts them slowly with his fingers. He then kisses me hard as he thrusts in and out of me until I'm climaxing again under his ravaging mouth.

"Is that better?"

"Much better," I grin, trying to catch my breath.

He smiles and pulls me close to him. My hands are on his chest, and the beating of his heart soothes me. I want to tell him how I feel, but what if he doesn't feel the same way? What if he's just enjoying this in the meantime?

"Ro?"

"Yeah?" The sound of him calling my name makes me ecstatic. I think how amazing it will be to be married to him some day and spend every morning like this.

"I need to go to school for a bit. There's something I have to do," he says, getting up.

"Okay." I watch him wrap a blanket around himself.

"You want to take a shower with me, Miss Mason?" he asks with a smile that makes me want to pounce on him. But I doubt my body can take another round of hot thrusting from his powerful body.

"No, thank you, Dr Kevin, unless you're trying to get me into the hospital. Cardiomyopathy resulting from continuous earth-shattering climaxes doesn't sound good on a medical report."

He laughs so hard that his entire face lights up. He looks so perfect that I can't peel my eyes off him.

I whistle while making breakfast for Kevin as I wait for him to come down. This is what I have always wanted. Suddenly, I feel his strong arms around me as he kisses the nape of my neck.

"Can I have you for breakfast instead?" he groans into my ear. I feel myself get wet again. He is insatiable, I can't even think straight.

"Should I pack it for you?"

"Thank you, Ro," he replies, kissing my neck.

In my room, I lay down on my bed, basking in the euphoria of my feelings for Dr. McKnight. It's like a beautiful dream that I am determined never to wake up from. My phone rings, and it's Amy, shattering my dreams and dragging me painfully back to reality.