Sutton

MY HAND IS GRIPPED FIRMLY IN KELLY'S as he leads me through his dark house. I'm pretty sure I'd follow this man anywhere at this point.

If my crush on him was big before this weekend, it has only quadrupled in size, taking a shape I couldn't even fathom before he became a reality.

He pauses at the bottom of the staircase that leads to the bedrooms upstairs—a place I've never explored in his house in all the years he's lived here. A forbidden space.

Tucking our conjoined hands against his lower back in an effort to keep me close, he looks over his shoulder at me. "Careful, baby girl."

As we ascend the stairs, I work to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. "I've never been up here." My voice is a whispered confession in the dark.

He squeezes my hand. "I have a feeling you'll be spending a lot of time up here from now on."

His words feel like a promise.

At the top of the stairs, he leads me down a hallway, stopping when we reach the end. With a warm hand on my belly, Kelly pushes me up against the wall, and the sudden movement makes me gasp. In the darkened hallway, I can barely make out his features as he crowds into my space. I grip his shirt at the waist, searching for a tether.

This man knocks me off balance on the regular. But, now, with him like this—wanting me, touching me, taking me—it's a whole other level of being knocked off my ass.

"Kelly," my voice is a whispered rasp against his lips.

He presses into me, his knee wedged between my legs. "Yeah?" I feel the words on my mouth.

"You make me nervous." I squeeze my eyes shut tight. The confession hangs between us for a few beats. Then I feel the heat of his hand as it wraps around my neck, his thumb tipping my chin up to him.

"Baby girl." His voice is gruff, a low cadence that's both sexy and soothing. "I've never been so nervous in all my life. And I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. I just know I want this. I want you. So fucking bad."

I spring up onto my tiptoes, grabbing his forearms for support, and seal my lips to his. The move is less than graceful, and when I lose my balance, we fall back against the wall with a thud.

"Oh shi—" My words are cut off by his mouth, his lips rough against mine as he reclaims them, his tongue immediately seeking permission. I open for him, our tongues meeting in languid strokes, as I sneak my hands up his shirt, inspecting his abs with my fingers.

He copies me by thrusting his hands up my shirt, going straight for my boobs, palming them over my bra. He breaks the kiss long enough to tear my shirt over my head before ducking back down to resume his branding kiss.

"Keep these here," Kelly says as he pins my hands above my head on the wall, kissing his way down my right arm and straight to my tits. Peeking up at me from between my cleavage, he issues a warning. "Move them and you'll be in trouble."

The tone of his voice leaves no room for disbelief, so I hold my hands above me as Kelly sinks to his knees. I can only make out his outline in the darkness. Not being able to see or feel him has heightened the anticipation, and the weighted seconds stretch into eternity before he finally touches me.

I feel the heat of his breath against my stomach before his lips meet my skin. I suck in a breath. His warm lips trail a path down to the waist of my jeans. He makes quick work of removing my pants, leaving me standing before him in just my underwear.

I swear he uses his hands over my body like a blind man reading braille—the way he caresses my hips and palms my ass and ghosts feather-light touches between my thighs as if he's trying to visualize me in the dark by touch alone.

When his explorations bring him to my panties, he doesn't hesitate before tracing right over my pussy, surely feeling the wet material between my legs.

"Jesus, Sutton." I feel his breath on my pussy, his hands squeezing my thighs. "I'm going to taste you again." With that declaration, he licks me over my panties, and I gasp, arching into him. Without thought, I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging at the longer pieces at the top of his head.

"Uh oh, baby girl. What did you just do?"

He stands, clasping my errant hands between our bodies. "What did I tell you, Sutton?"

I feel the weight of his body pressing me into the wall as he brings my hands back up above my head. Securing them there with one hand on my wrist, the other hand grips my throat. "You're in trouble now."

I screech, the sound loud in the silent house, as he grabs me by my thighs and hoists me up, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist. "Kelly!"

He stomps into his bedroom, depositing me on his massive king-sized bed. A bedside lamp turns on, and I see Kelly illuminated in the orange glow as he stares down at me. It's suddenly very apparent that I'm nearly naked and he's still fully clothed.

Before I can put voice to the thought, though, Kelly hauls me to the edge of the bed by my ankle and bends over me to secure my crossed wrists above my head. "Be good this time, baby girl."

He kisses me roughly before stripping the remainder of my clothes off, and then he falls to his knees to torture me between my legs, teasing and edging me until I'm mindless and begging.

"Kelly, please." I grip his head in my hands and arch my pelvis into his mouth, letting out a frustrated groan.

"Baby girl." The way he says the name—a sexy warning—makes me instantly aware of my mistake. I throw my hands up above my head, crossing my wrists.

With one final kiss to my pussy, he stands, his presence looming before me. His eyes never leave me as he slowly strips, first his shirt and then his pants. With only his boxer briefs covering him, he leans over me, holding the weight of his body off me with one arm propped on the bed next to me.

He runs the edge of a square foil wrapper around my lips. "Open." I listen, and he tucks the condom wrapper into my mouth. "Hang onto that for me."

After shedding his boxers, he palms his hard dick, lazily pumping a few times before plucking the wrapper from my mouth, tearing it open and quickly rolling the condom over his dick in a practiced move that is so hot.

"Now, baby girl," he says as he steps between my thighs. I suck in a breath when he runs the head of his dick through my pussy in teasing strokes. "Can you be a good girl and keep your hands where I put them this time?"

I've barely answered him with a shaky affirmative before he enters me in one solid thrust. He seals my gasp with his mouth, his lips bruising against mine.

"Here," he says against my mouth as he reaffirms where he wants my hands by covering them with his own. His body is a heavy weight on me, and I squirm beneath him, clenching the walls of my pussy around his cock, desperate for him to move already.

My body is so on edge from his mistreatment. I don't think I've ever been this needy, so desperate for his demanding touch.

"Kelly," I whine, attempting to rub against him for any friction I can find.

Some of his weight is removed when he ducks to suck a nipple into his mouth, and I take advantage of the little bit of wiggle room by planting my feet into the mattress and thrusting my hips, swiveling my pussy around his cock.

"Fuck," he groans against my tit.

Soon, he meets my movements with his own, and he ruts into to me. Within seconds, I cede control to him, allowing him to set the brutal pace. My fingers itch to touch him, roam over his sexy body, but I squeeze my hands into fists in an effort to resist.

"Can I touch you? Please let me touch you."

"No," he says into my neck, nibbling on the skin, sucking it into his mouth. I'm only half thinking about the mark he's making on such a visible area, the other half of my brain completely absorbed in the things he's doing to me.

"Please," I beg.

"No." This time I feel the denial on my lips moments before his tongue is in my mouth. I moan, completely and utterly close to the brink of sensory overload as I feel the orgasm approaching like a freight train.

"Kelly, Kelly, I'm so close." I squeeze my eyes shut tight, fully sinking into the sensations, uninhibited in the way I writhe below him so close to the edge.

And just as I'm about to fall over, Kelly abruptly stalls his movements. My eyes fly open to find his face inches from mine, a devilish smirk pointed at me. It's then that I become aware of my hands. They're fisted in his hair, a tight grip holding his head hostage.

"Shit," I whisper, slowly releasing his hair. "It's not my fault. I can't be held accountable for my hands when you're doing that stuff to me."

He stifles a laugh, quickly pressing his grinning lips to mine for a quick kiss. "It's called fucking, Sutton. I was fucking you."

Without warning, he flips me onto my stomach, coaxing me onto my knees. "Since you can't behave, I'll have to hold your hands myself."

He holds my hands over my head with one hand, giving me a portion of his weight as he leans over me, using his other hand to guide himself back inside me in one deep thrust. Instead of resuming his punishing pace from before, he takes his time, slow swivels of his hips, one direction and then the other. He alternates between hard thrusts and slow swivels, keeping me right on the brink.

"Kelly." My face is pressed into the puffy comforter, pinned beneath him as he owns my body. I can barely formulate thoughts, my concentration solely on riding the waves to the finish.

"Yeah, baby girl?" He presses wet kisses along my neck.

"More. Please. I need more." I'm not even embarrassed by my breathy pleas. There's no room for that in my brain right now.

In response, he stills his motions, all but the occasional shallow thrusts. "You want more, baby?" He kisses my shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth. "Theres so much I fucking want do to you. Fuck." His cursing is punctuated by a single hip roation. Then another. And a few more times.

He groans, "Fuck, Sutton."

He crawls onto the bed behind me, nudging me up a bit to make room for himself. Then with an arm across my stomach, palm between my boobs, he gives a few experimental thrusts and falls forward to kiss my shoulder again.

"Fuck." The word is drawn out on a moan. "Shit, I really need to fuck you, baby girl. I wanted to punish you longer, but you feel so damn good."

He quickens his pace with hard thrusts. Once he's found a rhythm, he nips at my neck and whispers gruffly, "I need you, baby girl. I need you so bad."

"Yes." It's a breathy whisper, and I'm not even quite sure what I'm agreeing to, but the thought is knocked out of my head before it gets a chance to take root when Kelly rams into me over and over. I rotate my hips around his cock, clenching my pussy around him.

He grips my hips and grunts in my ear as his hips become more aggressive, slapping against me. He kisses along my neck, over my shoulder, biting and sucking, his hands roaming up to my boobs, pinching my nipples and fisting my tits. He goes south to rub my clit and feels where we're joined, teasing a finger over my back hole.

"Kelly. Kelly. Oh god." I drop my head to the bed, arching back and rocking into him with my ass propped up.

"Jesus, baby. What the fuck are you doing to me?" I can feel his beating heart, hear his ragged breathing. The room is full of sweaty bodies, low moans, and whispered pleas.

"Kelly." It's a plea.

"I can't take much more, baby girl. You feel too good. So fucking good."

Grinding my clit against his hand, I clamp down on his dick, breaths escaping in soft moans and breathy exclamations of his name over and over as I finally fall over the edge into sweet relief.

With his body plastered to mine, we fall to the bed, and he ruts into me, the movements jerky and uncoordinated. He thrusts once more, stills, and grunts into my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth to muffle his cry. He collapses, the rest of his weight pinning me to the mattress. We're both completely spent, struggling to catch our breath.

Eventually he rolls to side, taking me with him, keeping my back to his front, and allowing his dick to soften slightly inside me.

"Kelly?" I break the silence a few minutes later.

He kisses my shoulder. "Yes, baby girl?"

"Why haven't we been doing this all along?"

He barks out a laugh. "No shit. We've been missing out." He rolls me onto my back, pressing his lips to mine. His hands roam while we kiss but then settle on my neck, thumb caressing softly. "No more missing out."

-

FOR THE SECOND MORNING IN A ROW, I awake cradled in Kelly's arms. He groans into my neck as the offending noise of someone's phone alarm interrupts the sweet moment. When I try to wiggle free to silence it, he tightens his grip, holding me captive.

"Kelly," I whine, wrangling enough space in his arms to flip onto my back. "If you like me even a little bit, you will turn that thing off."

"Why do Mondays even exist?" He rolls over to grab his phone off the nightstand and quickly silences the alarm. Then he's right back on me, tucking me into his chest. "I just want to cuddle my girl. I don't think that's too big of an ask."

I grin against him, his words settling over me like a warm blanket. It's all still a bit unbelievable, to be honest. I'm in Kelly's bed, wrapped up in his arms. He's calling me his girl, upset that he can't cuddle the day away with me. What is even happening?

"I can feel you thinking, baby girl." His rough palm caresses my bare back, and a million pinpricks bubble on my skin beneath his touch. Will it ever not feel so intense with him?

"Just trying to wrap my head around this, I guess."

"It's happening, Sutton. Get used to it." His words leave little room for arguing, so I sigh in an attempt to quiet my thoughts.

Later, I tell myself. Later I can digest every single moment and touch and word. Satisfied at the rescheduling of my freakout, I press a kiss to his chest before shimmying out of his arms.

"Time to wash the smell of sex off me. I can't show up to work smelling like my secret lover." With a smirk, I hop off the bed and disappear into the ensuite bathroom.

Before I even have a chance to hop into the steaming shower, Kelly is a looming presence behind me. I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck before the words register. "I may be a secret for now, but it'll be hard to hide me completely from this nosey ass town with all my marks on you."

I shiver as his warm tongue licks over the very visible hickey on my neck. The rest of the marks can be hidden beneath clothes, thankfully.

"Good thing I'm a wizard with makeup," I throw out over my shoulder just before opening the glass door of the shower, steam rolling out and instantly warming my naked body.

Unsurprisingly, Kelly follows me into the shower, lurking in the corner as I step under the spray to wet my hair. I shut my eyes, closing out the view of his leering eyes and very erect penis. Will his presence ever not unsettle me in this earth-shattering way?

As I reach for the shampoo, he stops me with a hand over mine on the bottle. "Let me," he says, squeezing a generous portion into the palm of his hand. His eyes intently bore into mine as he creates a lather in his hands.

"I love your hair. I've always loved your hair," he announces as he begins to massage the shampoo into my hair. I allow my eyes to fall shut, a soft moan escaping my mouth as I lean into his touch, barely paying attention to his confession.

"It's this unique shade of blonde," he continues. "I remember once you dyed it darker, like a golden color, and I was so pissed at you. Why the fuck would you want to look like all the other blondes when your shade was so uniquely you?"

I flutter my eyes open to find his golden eyes studying me. "I remember that. It was one of the only times I've ever dyed it. JJ yelled at me. Told me she'd kick my ass with if I ever did that again, especially when she found out the reason I did it in the first place."

His hands still. "What reason? Why'd you dye it, Sutton?"

Shit, I silently cuss myself. Is there any way to backtrack my way out of this? Groaning, I turn around, giving Kelly my back. "Never mind. Ignore me."

Of course this doesn't go over well with him, ever the overbearing man that he is. Spinning me back around to face him, he grips my chin and tilts my head up, demanding my attention. "Why, Sutton?"

"It was stupid. I was stupid."

When I try to escape his hold, he tightens his grip. "Was it for a guy? Some asshole who didn't appreciate what he had?"

I release a breathy sigh, resigned to digging up an embarrassing time in my life. "Yes. Fine. You're right. It was for a guy. I told you I was stupid. You can forget about the lecture and rein in this overprotective BS because you can't say anything that I haven't already berated myself with. I get it, ok? It was the first and last time I changed myself for someone. And the stupid asshole didn't even notice anyway. He was too busy fucking around with all the twats I thought were my friends."

"If he didn't notice you, then he's obviously a fucking idiot. Even with dyed hair, you were still legions above any other woman." He follows his statement with a sweet kiss on my lips. When he tries to pull away, I hook a hand around the back of his neck to keep him close, deepening the kiss.

I feel his hard cock twitch between us, and I huff out a laugh against his mouth. "Someone's excited."

"He's always fucking excited when it comes to you." The look in his eyes is predatory and I gulp.

Instead of acting on his apparent attraction, though, he gently moves me under the spray of the water. "Close your eyes, baby girl."

He rinses the shampoo from my hair with such care that I feel like preening under his undivided attention. A girl could get used to this type of treatment. If I'm not careful, I could fall hard for this man. I suppose if I'm being completely honest with myself, I can admit I'm more than halfway there already.