Chapter 14: Kelley

Chapter 14

Kelley

Short of paying for a room—which I can’t pay for because all my money is on my phone—I run out of ideas really quickly. But Thad and I are also running out of time to make each other come again.

Having it only be that one time could make it special, but fuck that fairy-tale bullshit. I don’t want to be the person holding on to a memory of one night with the perfect man. Give me the perfect man as many times and in as many ways as I can get it.

Which is how I find myself desperately pulling Thad inside the boathouse down by the river, which is packed with summer equipment, kayaks, and river toys that haven’t been touched in a long time.

Me too, buoys, me too. Not counting the other day with Thad.

I have years to make up for, and it’s not going to happen with Brady overseeing every move we make. And after my kitchen stunt where I took Thad’s phone, I don’t think Brady would trust me asking to be left alone with him. I can’t exactly say, “Don’t worry, it’s because I’m desperate for his dick, not his phone.”

Hell, I’m desperate for any part of him. His hands, his mouth—I’d love to have another turn of his ass, but that’s not going to happen in here.

He glances around the small shack. “I think this is the most romantic place I’ve ever had the chance to orgasm. Ooh, look, a smelly bucket that smells like fish guts. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“Sorry, should I have brought you flowers that aren’t in bloom and light candles that I don’t have in a wooden shed?”

Thad gets this look in his eyes, and I’ve only seen it a couple of times, but it takes my breath away. It’s like he has this inside joke that only I’m in on. And even though I have no idea what it means or what that inside joke is, all I know is it gives me a warm and fuzzy swoop in my gut. It’s not like he’s laughing at me but laughing with me. At a joke I don’t understand.

“This is perfect,” he says.

He backs me up until I’m pressed against some shelving, and we find ourselves in the same position as we were up at the main house. He’s blocking me in where I can’t move, but I don’t want to anyway.

“I wish I had the patience and the supplies to turn you around and fuck you against these shelves, but it’s also way too cold.” He lifts his hand and bites down on his glove, pulling it off and then shoving it into his jacket pocket.

While it’s a hell of a lot warmer in here—the space is small and unventilated—he’s right when he says it’s still cold. Or it could be that we haven’t warmed up enough yet.

Either way, wherever he’s going with this, I’m on board. I just want him to touch me.

My hands stay by my side, even if I’m itching to reach for him, to wrap my arms around him and pull his body against mine completely. My desire to see where he’s taking this is stronger though.

He unzips my jacket but leaves it on so I can stay warm. Then he moves on to the button on my pants and slowly unzips my fly. I have long thermal underwear underneath, so he pulls my pants down over my hips and ass. My shirt rides up, and the small of my back hits the metal shelving. I wince, pushing my hips forward to get away from the cold, but that only makes my cock brush against Thad’s hand.

He chuckles. “Impatient? ”

“No. Well, yes, but no, the back of my shirt rode up and reminded me how cold everything is.”

“What, you’re not willing to risk frostbite for me? I’m disappointed.”

“Maybe if you showed me what I’m risking it for, I might be more inclined to ignore the pain.”

Thad’s fingers trail under my shirt, splaying out over my abs and completely ignoring my dick, which is trying to escape my underwear.

His hand dips lower and lower, palming my erection over the warm material. “You’re already leaking for me.”

I swallow hard, suddenly experiencing a last-minute bout of self-consciousness. But with the words that come out of his mouth next, it disappears as quickly as it came.

“I want to taste you.” Thad drops to his knees, and I have to grip the shelf behind me to steady myself.

My legs threaten to buckle as I hover above him. The sight of him on the floor, his mouth so close to my cock, I’m not so sure I could survive a blowjob from Thad. I sure as fuck am gonna try though.

Because that mouth … His bottom lip is plumper than the top one, disproportionately so, but all it makes me think is how sexy they’ll be wrapped around my cock.

Thad doesn’t take his eyes off me as he lowers my underwear so the waistband sits under my balls.

The frigid air doesn’t exist in here anymore. Not with the heat radiating from Thad. From his skin to his warm breath, I no longer feel the cold. Only the fire from his lust.

He licks his lips, and it’s as if time has slowed right down because I swear I’ve had my cock out for at least five minutes now. In reality, it’s probably been fifteen seconds.

Thad makes me impatient.

When he finally closes his mouth over me, just around my tip, and he licks over my slit, my legs tremble even more. For a moment, I think I’ve come, some weird ninja orgasm sneaking up on me, but I’m still hard as a rock and needy for more .

Thad groans, and when he releases me, a string of precum follows. “You have the best cock I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

I want to take that as a compliment, but all it does is make me think about how many other cocks he’s had in his mouth, which makes me think of comparing and not measuring up, and fuck. Oh fuck, no. Don’t start getting in my head now.

I close my eyes and silently chant to myself to get back in the moment, but it’s either not that silent, or I’m obviously so checked out mentally that it’s physically noticeable because Thad doesn’t go back to sucking my dick.

His long fingers wrap around my shaft, and he says in the sexiest rasp I’ve ever heard, “Kelley?”

My eyes fly open, and I gaze down at him.

“Keep your eyes on me and trust that I’m everything you need right now.”

I’m locked in his stare.

“I’m your safe place. Somewhere you can be yourself and take what you need. So, what do you need?”

“You.”

He keeps stroking me with his hand—a painfully slow but sensual stroke—while his shoulders shake with small laughter I can’t hear. Not that I can hear much over the heartbeat echoing in my ears. “You might need to be more specific.”

“I need your mouth.”

“Do you want it soft, or do you want me to take you deep to the back of my throat?”

Jesus Christ, I can’t think. Not like this. I throw my head back.

“Nuh-uh. Look at me,” Thad orders.

The first time we hooked up, we switched between being in control and being the follower, but I guess Thad wants all the power this time. Who am I to deny a man what he wants?

Our eyes lock, and for a moment, I’m frozen, staring into icy blue eyes I have no reason to trust but do anyway because he’s right. He is the only person I can trust with this. The only person who lets me take those self-preservation walls down and let go.

I should probably feel guilty for using him like this, but it’s not like he’s not getting anything out of the deal. It’s the perfect exchange.

He’s perfect.

And just when I think he can’t get any more perfect, he says something I’ve only ever heard in porn.

“You want to fuck my face?”

I swear I almost come on the spot.