His Ever After (Love Square) (13 page)

I head down the hall to my room and change into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. It takes longer than expected since I’m still intoxicated, and my balance isn’t what it should be. When I join Kara in the living room, she has the shots all lined up. We clink our glasses and down the Vodka before sucking on the sugary lemon.

Without a word, she lines up another set of shots and we drink those as well. We do this routine, silently, for another two rounds before I finally speak up.

“I’m sorry about how I treated you earlier,” I mumble, while slurring my words slightly. These shots aren’t helping my drunkenness.

“For the record, I wasn’t on your dick all night. I was trying to show you some compassion.” She looks up into my eyes, and I can see the hurt reflected there. “She was my friend too, you know. I was hoping you could be there for me, seeing as how you know how I’m feeling.”

And don’t I feel like a huge ass for treating her disrespectfully, like she was nothing but a common slut. Truth is there’s nothing common or slutty about her. I’m deflecting all my anger and resentment onto her. It isn’t her fault that I’m pissed off about Brooke’s death. And it isn’t her fault I’m pissed off that I’m overly attracted to her. I haven’t felt like this since Sam, and it makes me feel guilty for allowing someone else to make me feel like I did when I was with her. I know I’m not cheating on Sam, but it feels like I’m cheating on the memory of her.

I can’t understand why Kara’s even still here. I’m not the greatest company. Obviously.

I watch as a stray tear makes a path down her cheek, rolling over the side of her face and down her neck. Before my brain is able to catch up to my body, I lean in and run my tongue along the path that the tear just made. Her breath hitches and her eyes close. I start to move away, but she grabs my hands. Her eyes open right before she crushes her mouth to mine.

The kiss quickly turns passionate. She reaches under my shirt and runs her hands up my back and then back down, where her nails gently score me. I grab a fistful of shirt behind my neck and pull it over my head, throwing it on the floor. I lean down over her, forcing her to her back. I settle my weight on her and kiss a path down her neck and over her collarbone. My tongue draws random patterns down her chest to where her dress covers her. I find her zipper along the side of her dress and slowly lower it, pushing the straps of her dress down her arms, as I lean up on an elbow to see what I’m revealing.

Her skin is silky and smooth. She has tiny little freckles that dot along her chest. Her breasts heave with each heavy breath she takes. Her nipples show through the flimsy lace material of her black bra. I lean in and capture one with my teeth, wetting the material as I lick and bite at her.

“Jacob. God… Jacob,” she moans as she writhes beneath me. Her dress has ridden up her thighs enough that she’s able to spread her legs so that I can settle in between them. When my cock aligns perfectly with her pussy, it’s my turn to moan. I can feel the heat through my shorts. I rock my hips into her as I continue to torment her breasts. If my dick could talk, it would be begging me to take her right here, right now.

“Jacob. I want you to fuck me,” Kara breathes. I stop my movement and stare down at her face. Her eyes are glazed over, and her skin is flushed. I can’t believe sweet, little Kara just told me she wants me to fuck her.

“Maybe we should stop,” I surprise even myself when I say it. I don’t want to corrupt her. There could never be anything between us. I’m not good enough for her. I’m not good enough for anyone. I destroy people, and that isn’t what I want for her.

“Don’t you dare overthink this, Jacob. And don’t make me beg either. I need you. I need you to make me forget,” she pleads with me. The way her eyes silently implore with me to take her, is putting a huge crack in my resolve. I’m only a man.

Before I can say anything else, she pushes me off of her and finishes taking her dress off. My mouth is dry watching her unsnap her bra and draw it down her arms. Her nipples are a dusky pink, and her skin is glistening from the wetness left behind by my mouth. When her thumbs hook in her panties, that yes are most definitely black lace, I snap out of my trance.

I stop her hands, and disappointment takes over her face.

“Let me.” I slowly drag her panties down her legs. When I get a close look at her fully naked, I feel like coming in my pants. She is every guy’s wet dream. Her skin is creamy and flawless. She has just enough curves to fit in your hands. Her tits are high and perky. Looking at her, I’ve never been more certain that she is going to be my kryptonite.

She squirms under my scrutiny and tries to cover herself up.

“No. Don’t do that. I want to look at you.
Fuck.
You’re so damn perfect.” I reach out and grab her ankles, pulling her legs farther apart. I can see her wet, swollen pussy. I lick my lips, anticipating what she’ll taste like. She’s the prey, and I’m the blood thirsty hunter.

I settle myself between her legs and lick my tongue up through her slit. She’s wet and her cream tastes fucking delicious. My mouth latches on to her clit. My eyes look up into hers. She’s leaning up on her arms watching as I eat her like she’s my last meal. Faster than I anticipated, her legs start to tremble, and I can tell she’s getting close. I insert two fingers inside her tight, slick channel and begin sliding them slowly in and out. With each pass, I sink them in deeper until her head falls back, and she starts chanting my name over and over. I pump my fingers faster and suck her clit harder, needing to take her over the edge. I’ve never been more desperate to hear a woman come before.

“Fuck!” She screams as her orgasm washes through her. She grinds her mound into my face, giving me every ounce of her orgasm. I lick up every drop I can as she comes down from her high.

She recovers and reaches down to lower my shorts, freeing my cock. Pre-come is flowing from the tip. There’s something immensely erotic about the way this seemingly shy and timid woman opens herself up during sex.

“Do you have a condom?” She asks while her small hand pumps my cock up and down.

I reach over to the table where my wallet sits and fish out the condom from there. Kara reaches out and grabs the packet. She rips open the foil and slowly rolls it down the length of my cock.

When she leans back on the couch and spreads her legs for me, I lose any semblance of control. Before I know it, I’m thrusting into her. Her pussy is so fucking tight, I’d almost swear she was a virgin. I don’t have enough control in me to stop and consider her comfort though. I keep pounding into her, looking to forget about all the pain and sadness that has overtaken my life.

With each thrust, I’m getting closer to the edge. My balls are tightening, and my spine starts to tingle. I grit my teeth and try to hold off, when all of a sudden Kara is pushing on my chest to stop me.

I look down at her confused, but then she gives me that shy little smile, and my heart flip-flops.

That is so not good. My heart cannot react to her in any way, shape or form.

Kara continues to push on my chest until I’m leaning back on the other end of the couch. She crawls on my lap and straddles me before guiding my dick into her. When she slides down my length and settles against me, my breath leaves my chest in a whoosh. She feels so fucking good. Being face to face and connected to her feels right. It’s as if I’m meant to be here in this moment with her. If she hadn’t stopped me moments ago, I would have never allowed myself to experience this level of a connection with her. I was too driven towards my release before.

I grab her hips and start moving her up and down my length. Her hair falls down around her face and over mine, creating a curtain for us to hide behind. Even though we are alone right now, being hidden behind the drape of her hair feels sensual and gives the illusion that we are the only two people in the world. I grab a handful of her hair and wrap it around my hand, using it to pull her head back and expose her neck. I run my tongue up her neck, spurring her to ride me faster. With each little grind of her clit against my pelvic bone, I feel myself getting ready to explode.

“Kara, I’m so fucking close,” I warn her, as I thrust my hips up to meet her downward momentum.

“I’m right there. Take me with you,” she pants against my lips.

And just like that, we’re both swept over the edge. Our bodies convulsing and exploding in passion.

We lay on the couch afterward in post coital bliss. I stroke her back while she nuzzles into my side. All the while, I’m trying to figure out what the hell just happened. That was arguably the best sex of my life. I had not one thought of Sam the whole time I was inside Kara. And I can’t believe how hard I came just now. I was unaware that level of intensity even existed.

Kara lets out a little sigh, and I look down at her face to find her sound asleep. I slowly untangle myself from her and dispose of the condom in the bathroom. After washing up, I put my shorts back on.

I feel bad disturbing Kara. She looks so damn peaceful, with her hands under her cheek and her body drawn up into a ball. Deciding not to wake her and force her to go home, I pick her up carefully and carry her bridal style to my bedroom, laying her down on my bed gently.

I turn off the light and climb in next to her, choosing to be selfish and spoon her from behind. Even if I can’t keep her, I want to enjoy the time I still have with her. I put one arm under her and the other around her, drawing her close to my body. I push her hair to the side and settle my face in her neck and breathe her scent in. When I feel peace settle over me, I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

***

The God awful sound of hip hop music fills the apartment. I exit the bathroom and head out to the kitchen to find Kara wearing one of my t-shirts, shaking her delectable ass around the room while making breakfast.

She never ceases to amaze me as she raps passionately about having ninety-nine problems, but a bitch not being one. Who knew she was a Jay-Z fan? She knows all the words, and there is something amusing about hearing sweet, unassuming Kara talk about being pulled over for being young and black with her hat pulled low.

She spins around from the stove and shrieks when she sees me standing there. The ladle she’s using to scoop the batter flies in the air and batter splatters all around the room with the movement. I laugh at the theatrics I’ve witnessed from her this morning. It feels good to laugh and be lighthearted.

“You scared the
shit
out of me!” She exclaims before grabbing a towel and wiping up the stray batter.

“Sorry. You took me by surprise with your rap skills. I didn’t have the heart to interrupt you.” I turn off her iPod and grab another towel to wipe some batter from her nose.

Because I’m feeling lighthearted and sated this morning, I allow myself to kiss the tip of her nose and enjoy her company.

I woke up in the middle of the night with her body pressed close to mine, and her ass nestled against my raging hard on. My hand slid up her body from where it rested on her stomach and started palming her breast. I pinched and tugged her nipples, until they stood erect. My tongue glided up and down her neck tasting her saltiness.

Kara started to squirm in her sleep, and I wanted her to wake up in the best possible way. I lifted her leg and rested it over my hip, opening her up to me. The fingers on my other hand sought out and found her little nub, rubbing it softly at first. When I heard her gasp, I pushed my finger deep inside her, making her moan. Her hand moved to lay over mine on her breast, showing me exactly how she wanted me to play with her tits.

I worked my finger in and out of her, alternately spreading her wetness over her clit while rubbing her there.

“I need you inside me. Oh god, please,” she panted out as my ministrations increased in speed.

I moved my hand from between her legs and put my fingers in my mouth, sucking her juices off them. Mmmm… delicious. She has the best taste that I’ve ever experienced. She is sweeter than honey, that’s for sure.

After rolling a condom on, I positioned my cock at her entrance and slid slowly inside her, reveling at the feel of how tight and silky she was. I held her close as I slowly made love to her from behind until we were both spent. After we were done, we fell back to sleep wrapped around each other.

The fact that I made love to her is not lost on me. I know I said Sam is the only one I’ve ever made love to, but something about Kara made me do it. She isn’t the type of girl you can just use and abuse. She deserves to be made love to and cherished. Hopefully, I didn’t give her the wrong idea by doing it. We still aren’t going to happen. I just hope that I made her feel as good as she did me, without having to make this complicated and messy.

Kara wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a wet and thorough kiss. I pull back and try to put some distance between us. I’m definitely sending mixed signals with my behavior.

“So, you’re making pancakes?” I ask while moving over to the table. “I’m surprised you were able to find the dishes.”

“The boxes were labeled fairly well. I’m not a late sleeper, so I started putting some stuff away while I waited for you to wake up. I hope you don’t mind.” She turns back to the stove and finishes making the pancakes.

“I don’t mind at all. You didn’t have to make breakfast though. If there was somewhere you needed to be this morning, you could have left. You didn’t need to stick around.” Maybe that little hint will show her that we are just friendly and casual. Nothing is going to come of our togetherness in the bedroom last night.

She looks at me with a little hurt in her face. She doesn’t reply, just shakes her head and doesn’t answer me.

When she sets a plate with pancakes in front of me along with the syrup and butter, I dig in and want to moan with how good they taste. They are light and fluffy and buttery rich. The perfect balance in a pancake.

“This is amazing. Do you like to cook?” I ask while forking a big bite into my mouth.