Chapter 26: Kelley

Chapter 26

Kelley

Things are awkward on the drive back to my place, and I don’t know why. It’s almost like … I’m nervous for this to be happening, but it’s not like we haven’t slept together before. Actually, we haven’t slept together. We’ve had sex. There’s a difference.

My cock is hard just thinking about what’s to come, but that familiar knot of anxiety sits in my gut. Which sucks. Once his hands are on me, I’m sure I’ll be fine.

“You all good?” he asks from the driver’s side. I directed him all the way to my house on autopilot, and now we’re outside my over-the-top multimillion-dollar double-story house in Bryn Mawr that’s all wood and stone and?—

He’s so going to judge me for it. He’s struggling with money, and here I am, living in a house made for a family when it’s only me here.

I screw up my face. “I know the house is ridiculous. And big. I bought it with the whole closeted ‘make it look like I’m ready to start a family’ thing, and now?—”

Thad reaches over and grasps my hand. “Are you forgetting who I am?”

Yes. “No. You’re … Thad.” An amazing man who has taken pity on me and is probably using me for sex, but I also don’t care if that’s all he’s here for because the way he made me feel back in that ca bin in the Catskills is the only time I’ve felt a true sense of freedom to be myself.

Ever.

And that’s who he is.

“Tell me what I am for you,” Thad says, and this time, I have a more articulate answer because with one touch of my hand, one soulful look, I’m reminded of it.

“You’re my person.” My eyes widen. “Uh, not like my person , but the person I can be me with.”

Thad’s lips curve on one side. “Seems your head is getting in the way of, well, getting head. Again. We’ll work on it. Come on, show me this monstrosity of an amazing house.”

Okay, easing me back into this. Amazing idea.

Only, as soon as we get through my front double doors that are twice the height of me, that familiar feeling of safety wraps around me like a blanket, and I’m no longer hesitant. I’m no longer worried about him judging me or shaming me for what I want. And what I want is him inside me.

My bedroom with supplies is upstairs, but I’m so desperate for him that when he asks, “How about a tour?” I point to the living room in front of us, the kitchen to the right of us, and the stairs to the left.

“Where I don’t have the time to watch TV, where I rarely have the effort to make dinner, and where I want to drag you right now.”

Thad smiles. “Seems we got over those nerves quickly.”

Yep. And it’s all because of him.

I grab his hand and pull him toward the staircase. He follows willingly.

“You know, I’m tempted to force you to give me a proper tour.”

I look at him over my shoulder while I keep climbing the steps. “Would you rather see my bathroom fixtures or fuck me?”

Thad uses his free hand to push down his crotch. “You play dirty.”

We reach the second-floor landing, and I pull him to me. “It’s only going to get dirtier. When I saw your text that you were at my game, after I finished with all those stupid reporters, I had the showers to myself, and on the off chance you were still waiting for me …” I flick my gaze to his, almost shocked at the confidence I feel when I say, “I might have done some extra cleaning.”

It seems he’s done with being patient too. Thad surges forward, his mouth claiming mine, and suddenly, my bedroom is too far away.

My hands go under his jacket, peeling it off his wide shoulders, and he does the same for me. I reach for his belt while he undoes his shirt buttons. We have to stop kissing when I struggle with his belt and he takes his shirt off, but then we go straight back to being lip-locked, our tongues tangling.

I run my fingertips over his bare shoulders and down his chest and then blindly push him toward the hall leading to my room.

We run into the wall and laugh, but then Thad spins us so I’m pinned, and his big body covers mine. He’s further along in the undressed process. I still have all my clothes except my jacket. Thad expertly undoes my tie with quick hands, so while he does that and then works my shirt buttons open, I continue with his pants. But instead of taking them off, I lower the fly and reach inside.

His hard cock is poking out through the hole in his boxers, and I give him a firm stroke.

He fumbles with my buttons. “Screw it.” He breaks away from my mouth. “You’re a pro baseball player, you can afford new buttons.” As easy as tearing paper, the rest of my buttons are ripped open, one even flying off somewhere, but he’s right. I can afford new buttons. Fuck the buttons. All of them.

My shirt’s gone now, and Thad’s mouth is back on mine.

We really should keep our hands and mouths off each other long enough to get to the bedroom, but it’s a lot harder to execute than that. Because I can’t get enough of him.

Slowly but surely, we make our way in the right direction, trying to take our pants off as we go, but by the time we cross the threshold, we have to pull apart to kick them off the rest of the way.

We’re down to our underwear. Progress.

I take the opportunity where I’m not being consumed by his touch, by his lips, to go to the nightstand and drop lube on the bed. There are condoms in there too, but considering we didn’t use any in the Catskills, it might kill the mood if I brought them out now.

“Hesitating, are we?” He steps behind me, pressing his front to my back and laying a soft kiss on my shoulder. Then he sees what’s in my drawer. “Oh. Wondering if I’ve been with anyone else since winter and need these?” He reaches for the box. “I haven’t, but if you’re more comfortable using?—”

I take the box out of his hand. “I don’t want to use one. I want to feel all of you, and I want your cum inside me.”

His cock twitches against my ass cheek. “And how do you want that to happen?”

I pause. “W-what do you mean?”

Thad spins me and hauls me off my feet, lifting my legs to wrap around him. “Want me to fuck you like this? Shallow thrusts, face-to-face?” He winces, and I laugh.

“Considering you’re struggling to hold me up as it is, I’m going to go with no on that one.”

He lowers me to the ground and says in my ear, “Tell me what you want.”

With anyone else, I’d clam up and say something generic. Missionary, please, because it’s sooo … great. Not that there’s anything wrong with that in the right moments, but what I want is primal. Raw.

“I want you to hold me down and fuck my hole, not letting me come until you fill me up.”

Thad grips my ass in one of his large, firm hands. “Want it a bit rough?”

I nod.

His hand leaves me and then comes back down on my ass hard.

My cock leaks.

“That okay?” he rasps.

“Yes.” My voice is just as croaky.

“You need to take these off.” He puts his fingers in the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down to my knees where they fall to the floor and I can step out of them .

He stays behind me, hand trailing from my thigh up to my aching cock, where he takes me in his hold and strokes me teasingly. I lean back and turn my head so our mouths can come back together.

Considering I asked for it rough, he’s being extra gentle.

Then the sting of his palm hitting my ass, bare skin this time, pulses along with the resounding crack that echoes around the room. I shiver as goose bumps break out over my skin.

“Get on the bed,” he orders. “Ass up, legs spread, and let me take it from here.”

My body hums with exciting anticipation. Long gone are the nerves I had in the car.

I get on the bed on my hands and knees but then lower my front to my forearms. With my ass in the air, my cock hanging between my legs, I feel exposed in a sinful way, and it gives me a thrill.

I turn my head to the side and watch as Thad takes off his underwear and picks up the lube. He begins covering himself, his hand sliding up and down his shaft.

My ass tightens and releases like it’s trying to find Thad’s cock. I need to be filled, and I need it right now, damn it.

When Thad finally moves and climbs on the bed behind me, I relax in relief because soon, all I’ll be able to feel is him splitting me in two.

But of course, he doesn’t get right to it. Instead of slippery fingers working my hole open, Thad buries his face between my cheeks and licks from my balls all the way up to my hole.

The breath leaves my lungs. “I want to come, not die. Fucking hell.”

His warm breath lands on my hole as he chuckles. Then his tongue is on me, teasing me as he flicks it over my hole and then back to my balls and up again over and over. He grips me in his hand, jerking me, and it’s so intense I can’t hold back a tortured moan. With his mouth on my hole, his hand on my cock, I’m so close to blowing this. Literally.

Thad lifts his head, giving me enough of a break to remind me that I didn’t want to come until I was full of his cum .

And even though I should be self-conscious while he continues to turn me inside out, I’m not. All I can think about is how much I want more. Impatiently, I rock back on my knees right as he’s about to tease some more. This time, he grips my ass cheeks and pulls them apart while he dives right in.

I’ve never, ever had someone do this before because I haven’t been comfortable enough, but Thad?—

“Fuck,” I hiss and fist my comforter, balling it under my fingers.

I can’t come yet. I can’t.

Thad doesn’t make that easy on me though. He eats me out until I’m a trembling mess, subtly replacing his tongue with his fingers, where I enter a whole new level of pleasure because now he can reach my prostate.

I swear, if he ever gets to the point where his cock is inside me, it’s going to take less than a minute for me to blow. I’m so on edge, I’m so ready for it.

And when I’m finally, finally put out of my misery and he eases inside me slowly, I have that buzzing sense of peace.

Right up until he somehow manages a tight grip on my really short hair and yanks my head back while he slams inside me.

A ripple floods my entire body.

Thad’s going to ruin sex for me with anyone else because I have never, ever felt this kind of burning in my gut. My whole body is on fire, I’m already sweating, and my legs feel like they’re running a marathon, but when Thad is inside me, I crave it all.

He picks up his pace, and I do everything I can to make sure I feel every inch of him. My hips meet his, I push back to make him go as deep as possible, and we move in sync.

Every peg of my prostate, every groan that falls from his lips, I get closer and closer.

“Fill me up,” I whisper. “I need it. I need you to come.”

He pushes me back further down on the bed so my legs are no longer bent, and he covers my back with his body. “That’s my line. Let go.”

He’s heavy on top of me, and when he pushes back inside me, the friction beneath my cock on the comforter is what I need to get there.

Thad goes right back to getting me to the point of breaking, to the point I think I’m about to come but somehow keep hanging on.

“Kell,” he grunts. “You’re dangerously close to not getting what you want.”

“Use me,” I say. “Use my hole.”

I find the thing my body has been holding out for. Thad stills right as my cock starts erupting. We come together, him slowly milking himself in my ass while I empty onto the bed.

Thad tries to move, but I reach behind me before he can slip out of me.

“In a minute,” I say.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep all my weight off you.”

I lift my head. “This isn’t your full weight?”

“Nope.”

“Eh, crush me. I don’t care. I just want this to last a while longer.”

He does as I say, and for the first time in my life, I’m beginning to understand the effect of a weighted blanket. My actual blanket might feel suffocating, but with Thad on top of me, I’ve never breathed easier in my life.