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“Shit! Shit! Fucking fuck shit!”
Her heel stamped several times in emphasis, kicking up mud as the rain continued to soak through her clothing. Lys desperately scrubbed back and forth on her phone screen with a part of her shirt that wasn’t completely drenched, smearing the moisture all over it as she tried to hunch over while she swiped through her contacts. She groaned in frustration as the water droplets dragged across the touch screen, distorting it and preventing her from navigating it properly. She continued scrolling up furiously before the moisture finally won the battle, bringing the screen to a halt. Her face scrunched up, lips pursed on the cusp of another string of curses, before she sighed in relief upon seeing “Kev” listed among the displayed names. Impatiently, she jammed her finger onto the buttons over and over until it finally went through to a calling screen.
She held the phone to her ear, wary of accidentally pressing any more buttons with her cheek. As it rang for several moments, her heart started to sink as she remembered his tendency to miss calls.
“Come on, pick up pick up pick up…” she chanted as she paced back and forth, head turning back and forth in search of some semblance of shelter, “If there were ever a time to pick up the phone, it would be now, Kev…” Spotting a small outcropping of rock a few hundred feet away, she perked up slightly and started jogging over to it.
Rain wasn’t exactly common in Santo Ileso, and certainly not to this extent of a downpour. The desert was one big tumultuous landslide, ponds were overflowing at their banks, and the humidity was absolute torture. All of that coupled with the fact that some random fucker had stolen her ride (despite her trying to park it somewhere inconspicuous), her afternoon of casual exploration and gang murder had suddenly gotten a lot shittier.
Her boots sloshed through the mud, splattering some of it against her new thigh-high stockings as she winced. “Today just keeps getting better,” she muttered sarcastically to herself as she panted, trying desperately to keep her balance as the ground did its best to slip her up.
“Yo, Lys!” She nearly dropped her phone in surprise when Kevin’s cheery voice finally filtered through the speaker, causing her stomach to flip. “What’s up?”
“Kev!” she responded ecstatically as she scrambled to get a better hold on her phone, her wet fingers fumbling to find purchase on the smooth surface as she let out a string of expletives under her breath.
He chuckled over the line as she heard something sizzling in the background, “That’s my name. Need something?”
“I need a ride. I’m out in the middle of the fucking desert, but my phone’s about to die,” she rambled out, exasperated and breathing heavily as she cowered beneath the overhang of the giant rust-colored rock archway. “Some jackass stole my car, and I’m stranded out here.” Her head thumped against the rough stone behind her and her shoulders slumped as she relaxed slightly, sheltered from the worst of the elements.
“Shit, the blue one you just finished doing that sick paint job on?” he asked sympathetically. She made a noise somewhere between a groan and a whine in affirmation, the sound muffled as she ran her hand down her face to wipe off the excess rain. “Alright, alright, hold on. Send me your location, and I’ll be right there, bud,” he reassured her, his calm and even voice soothing her more than she expected. “We can go look for that carjacking shitstain after we get you taken care of.”
She nodded with a slight smile before realizing he obviously couldn’t see her doing that. “Yeah, yeah I, uh… yeah. Alright. Thanks, Kev,” she replied as she started texting him the information. It took her a minute to type it out as the water droplets remaining on the screen seemed intent on making it nearly impossible to tap the keyboard properly. She chuckled as she heard him humming along to some tune in the background, waiting patiently. Finally, she was able to finish and hit the send button, returning the phone to her ear as she pinched the bridge of her nose with a frustrated exhale.
“Aaaaand got it,” he stated as the text went through. “Hold tight. I’ll be right there.”
“You’re a fucking lifesaver, Kev,” she sighed out as she rested a hand on her forehead.
“Yeah, yeah. You can thank me later,” he replied, and she swore she could hear him smile on the other line, “Be there soon, Lys.” She felt a heat bloom in her cheeks that definitely wasn’t thanks to the Santo Ileso heat.
“Y-Yeah. See you soon, Kev.” She hung up, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Probably just from the jog , she tried to convince herself as she resigned herself to the wait.
When Kevin finally drove up in his now dirt and mud stained sedan about ten minutes later, he found her shivering slightly and leaning against the rock, wringing out the water from her jacket.
He pulled up underneath the stone archway, his tires crunching through the rocky sand as they came to a halt. “Sorry!” he called out as the door swung open, “I would have been here sooner, but I figured you’d appreciate it if I brought a change of clothes. Oh, and I laid some towels down on the seats.”
She couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness as she shook her jacket out. “I do appreciate it, Kev. You’re too sweet.”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a slight pink decorating his cheeks. "Aw, it was nothing. Wanted to make sure you were taken care of." He hopped out of the car and made his way towards her, holding one of the towels and ushering her to the vehicle as he moved to wrap the cloth around her shoulders. As he got closer, he nearly choked and dropped the towel as his face went beet red. “Shit, Boss. You really uh… got pretty drenched, huh?”
Santo Ileso weather was usually unforgiving, so she’d planned today’s wardrobe around the sun beating its rays on her back and making her sweat buckets. All of her cheap bras were too uncomfortable to get sweaty in, but the thought of chafing tits sounded even worse still, so she improvised. One pair of black cross pasties and a thin white tank top later, the rain had now compromised the upper portion of her outfit so that she was all but exposed as the wet fabric clung desperately to her skin. She looked like a drowned rat with two X’s marking the spot as they so modestly covered her nipples.
Lys noticed his shocked expression, and the state of her shirt, and crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh come on! You walk around shirtless all the time. It's not that big of a deal,” she chastised, feeling self conscious as she squirmed slightly under his gaze. “Can we please just get back to the church?” she pleaded as she nodded her head in the direction of the car.
Kevin snapped out of it and nodded his head, blinking several times as he tried to refocus. “Yeah, of course Boss. Sorry about that,” he replied as he wrapped the fluffy towel around her snugly. “Let’s go home.”
Determined to be more of a gentleman after that, he opened the door to the back seat as he offered her a helping hand. She couldn’t help but snicker slightly at the gesture, seeing as she was perfectly capable of getting in on her own, but she appreciated it all the same. Just as he’d said, more plush Saints purple towels were strewn across the seats, and a dry shirt and pants lay folded on the opposite side.
“Figured I’d let you get changed on the way back if you wanted. The sooner you get out of those clothes, the better right?” he offered as he closed the door and hopped into the driver’s seat, taking a swig of the cola bottle he’d left in the console.
“Kev, if you wanted to get me naked you could have just asked,” she joked as she pulled off her boots and began to peel off her stockings like shedding skin.
He coughed and sputtered, nearly spitting his drink as he pounded a fist on his chest and cleared his throat. “That’s not what I meant!” he retaliated as he wiped his mouth off on his shoulder. His head spun as he processed what she meant by that, but he brushed it off as a joke as he drew his seatbelt across his lap.
“Calm down, Kev. I’m just teasing,” she smirked, but she couldn’t help but bite her lip at the implications of her own jest. Of course she found him attractive. He was nearly perfect boyfriend material to begin with, what with his cooking skills and caring personality, and goodness knows he was incredibly easy on the eyes. She wondered if he'd ever caught her staring at him before.
His eyes flashed up at the rearview mirror for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat as he watched her reveal the skin of her thighs from beneath her stockings. He turned up the radio to drown out the cacophony of very un-friend-like thoughts as he started to pull out of the dusty lot, his knuckles going white as he gripped the steering wheel.
To say Kevin’s car wasn’t built for off-roading was an understatement. Lys was having a hard enough time trying to change in the back of the small car to begin with, but the mud, rocks and debris scattering the desert did little to help as she bounced around the backseat. When she moved to take her tank top off, the fabric kept twisting and getting stuck with her movements. She was definitely going to have some bruises tomorrow.
“Fuck! I should have just waited until you got on the main road,” she thought aloud as she finally started to get it over her head. One particularly bad bump shot her up several inches as she had it at her elbows and, much to her chagrin, the fabric caught on the clasp of her chain necklace and held fast.
“Shit!” She tried to tug on it without choking herself, but to no avail as the sturdy metal held onto the almost rope-like fabric of her twisted shirt. Water trickled down from the wrung out clothing and tickled her arms, further adding to her discomfort. “Fuck me…” she sighed, incredibly annoyed, as her arms were pinned above her head.
“You okay back there?” Kevin asked, trying not to look as he kept nearly all his attention on not slipping and sliding along the dirt path that was slick from the rain.
“Yeah, I’m-” she started to speak, but one of the tires hit another rock big enough to get a little more air as she yelped, hitting her head on the ceiling and somehow managing to land her tank-top trapped arms around the headrest of the seat behind her. She shook her head, dazed, as she tugged harder at the fabric before beginning to panic. "Shit… shit!" She’d slipped off the seat itself and was dangling by her arms as she struggled to get up, bumping her knees in the back of Kevin’s seat a few times in the process. The loose towels and bumpy roads made it nearly impossible for her to push back up as she continued to slide back off. “Okay! Nope! Not good!”
“Shit, alright. I’m pulling over.”
Lys realized her situation and who she was with and backpedaled immediately. “Wait! Wait! No, wait, it’s okay! We can just wait until we get back. I can get Neenah to help me!” she offered, but he didn’t hear her over the sound of the radio and the rain as it started coming down harder, almost deafening as it pitter-pattered on the metal roof of the car. She let out an exasperated sigh and a long, drawn out curse, hanging her head in embarrassing defeat as she waited for him to find a place to pull over.
A minute or two later, Kevin spotted an abandoned, rusty trailer with a carport and drove beneath it, sheltering him from the rain as he got out of the car. His shoes splashed in the mud as he stepped over to the back door, flinging it open as he rushed to her aid. He froze, feeling his entire face and chest go red as he opened the door, and slapped a hand over his face to cover his eyes. She was barely hanging off the edge of the seat itself, arms restrained above her head as her legs were bent at the knees trying to push off of the floor. Pasties were the only thing covering her chest as she tried desperately to retain her lower modesty by clamping her thighs together beneath her miniskirt that was now riding up her ass.
He turned away from her, waving his other hand as if that would somehow make him forget the real life pinup in front of him. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
“Just shut up and please get me untangled from this shit!” she snapped, her voice coming out harsher than she intended in her embarrassing predicament, and he flinched at her tone. She winced, trying to compose herself. “I'm sorry, I just… Please?”
“H-Here, I’ll just…” he turned back and braced a hand on the doorframe as he leaned forward, “I’ll keep my eyes closed and…” his other hand, removed from his face as his eyes remained shut, reached out aimlessly until it found the back of the seat as he leaned across her into the vehicle. “You just tell me where I need to move my hand, okay?”
The boss nearly snorted at his idea, but she was far too focused on the way he hovered over her nearly naked body, his beautiful chest and tattoos on full display just a foot or two away from her. She was pretty sure she’d give up just about anything right now to free her hands and run them up and down his pecs and abs. Her eyes followed down the tattoo on his left shoulder, admiring the details and the way it outlined his muscles as his arms flexed to hold his weight above her. His smell was intoxicating as well, clean like the bodywash he used and fresh yet spiced from his deodorant, with a hint of whatever he’d probably been cooking before she’d called him.
"Boss?"
She didn't realize how long she'd been staring and tried to compose herself as she looked up at her tank-top bindings. “Just try to reach around the headrest. My tank-top got rolled up around it.”
Tilting his head, he parted his lips in an unspoken question before shrugging. “Alright… I'm on it.”
He held onto the back seat as he removed his hand from the doorframe, but the rainwater had flowed beneath the carport and the shift in his weight caused his foot to slide backwards. “Shit!” He tried desperately to catch his fall as his other foot stepped onto the floor of the car, but he landed right on top of her with a soft thud, his face between her tits as she gasped in surprise. “Fuck, this is, shit, Lys. I am so sorry.”
She’d never felt herself get this hot in the face, even in all of her years in the Santo Ileso sun. “I-It’s fine Kev. We’ve lived together long enough. Don’t worry about it,” she tried to convince him as well as herself as she did all in her power to ignore the feeling of his bare skin on hers. “Just, uh, could you get up a little please? You’re crushing me,” she chuckled slightly.
“Oh! Yeah, of course.” He lifted himself off of her instantly as she took in a deep breath, his eyes open now as he looked down at her. His arms were on either side of her head now, caging her in as he tried to control his breathing. All of his thoughts were starting to come from a totally different head now.
“Eyes are up here, Kev,” she joked, but her voice was shaky.
"Right," he responded absent-mindedly, unable to tear his eyes away. He took a moment to admire her choice of chest attire as his gaze finally traveled up to meet her own. “Pasties, huh?”
She felt like she was on fire under his scrutiny but shrugged her shoulders as much as she could, turning her head to the side to avoid his eyes. “Easier than a bra some days,” she replied honestly.
“Not gonna lie, they’re kinda hot,” he admitted as he brought one of his arms up to attempt to free her. His hands were warm as his fingers traced along the skin of her wrists, examining the damage.
Maybe it was all of the dumb “your mom” or “your face” jokes she’d grown accustomed to making with her friends, but for whatever reason she couldn’t stop the knee-jerk reaction.
“Yeah well, your face is kinda hot.”
All of the color drained from her face and she instantly regretted it, wishing a bolt of lightning would come out of nowhere and strike her right on the spot. Her eyes widened as she clamped her mouth shut.
His hands on her wrists froze before he turned back to her with a raised brow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Oh really?”
Fuck me and my stupid big mouth.
“Sh-shut up! It was just a joke. You know how much I say that shit. It’s like an instinct,” she rambled as she squirmed uncomfortably beneath him. Her skin felt like it was crawling and she was sure that this was it. This was how she was going to die. Death by embarrassment, half naked, in the back of her best friend’s car.
He frowned with an adorable, overexaggerated pout, completely oblivious to her woes. “So you don’t think I’m hot? I'm hurt, Boss.”
Kevin’s face hovered inches from her own and he placed a hand on her cheek, turning her head to face him. She let out a shaky breath as her eyes darted down to his lips. “I-I didn’t, that is…” His smirk was taunting, brown eyes filled with mischief as his lips parted slightly.
Fuck this.
She leaned up as best as she was able, and he responded by closing the distance as he kissed her. Kevin inhaled sharply as he held her face in his hand, his fingers moving to hold the back of her head as he slanted his mouth over hers. His other hand slid down to hold her by the hip to better hoist her up on the seat, and she slowly opened her legs as he more comfortably positioned himself between them. His body was like her own personal sauna as he rested more of his weight on top of her, deliciously scorching her skin that was still cold from the rain.
“Wow…” he chortled as they parted the kiss to breathe for a moment. She laughed in agreement, loving the way his smile lit up his face.
Lust fogged her mind as she felt the hard outline of him through his pants pressing against her. “Okay yeah, I think you're pretty hot,” she admitted, her tone turning sultry as she batted her lashes at him. His smile grew bigger in triumph before he leaned down to kiss her again. She pulled desperately against her makeshift bindings to touch him, but it still wouldn’t give. Kevin chuckled softly against her lips as he felt her struggle, pulling away slightly to get another look.
"How did you even manage this?" he wondered aloud. His fingers returned to her arms, goosebumps following in their wake as she shuddered beneath him.
"I dunno, I wasn't the one driving through the desert like a crazed lunatic," she jabbed, and he gasped in offense.
"I can't believe you'd treat me like this after I came out all this way," he teased as he fumbled with the clasp of her chain, earning a giggle from her.
He undid her necklace as she breathed a sigh of relief, but he only unhooked her shirt from the headrest. She tried to pull her wrists free, but it had knotted itself around them as he smirked and lowered her onto her back before getting on his knees between her legs.
“Looks like you’re stuck here for a while…” he teased as he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. Her mouth hung agape, although certainly not opposed, at his intentions to leave her tied up, and he stroked the soft skin of her lower lip with his thumb, “Whatever should I do with you?” He grinned at her devilishly.
She swiped the tip of her tongue across his finger and his eyes darkened, pushing the digit further into her mouth as she hummed and sucked on it lightly. She raised one of her legs to wrap around his ass as she pulled him in, forcing him to grind into her. He let out a strangled "fuck" at the contact and his eyes screwed shut for a second. She might not have proper use of her arms, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t find other ways to tease him. He removed his thumb as his lips crashed into hers once more, and she loved the way he moaned into her mouth as they grinded against each other.
“I think you know exactly what to do,” she whispered into the kiss, crossing her legs together behind his back and looping her tied arms around his neck.
“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully against her lips, the vibration tickling slightly, “I think what I know is that you’re completely soaking the front of my pants,” he chuckled as he nodded pointedly.
She flushed and her eyes widened, taken aback. “I’m not that wet-”
He laughed, “No, Lys. Your skirt is still drenched.”
She pursed her lips in response, embarrassed by her assumption as she snorted slightly. “Right. Duh.”
His laughter died down and his fingers ghosted down her side as he toyed with the waistband of her skirt. “Want me to help with that?” he smiled coyly as he gave it a soft tug.
Fuck yes.
“I think if you don’t help me, I’ll find a way to kick you out of this car, drive home even with my hands still tied, and leave you in the rain,” she joked as he giggled against her chest, peppering kisses along her collarbone. With both hands, he slowly pulled the damp fabric down her legs as his kisses grew more and more heated against her flesh. Her back arched and she let out a shuddery breath as he kissed around the outline of her panties, gazing up at her with lust-darkened eyes.
He sat up, drawing a whine from her at the loss of contact as she lifted her hips and he finished removing her skirt. His eyes roamed up and down her body brazenly, letting out a low whistle as his gaze trailed along the curves of her hips and breasts.
“You are absolutely gorgeous, you know that?” he admired, placing his hands on her thighs as he massaged his thumbs into the skin just below the juncture of her hips.
Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked up at him in appreciation. His well-toned body was beautiful in the low light of the overcast skies and small dome light of his car. The defined “v” of his hip bones disappeared tantalizingly beneath his athletic pants, leading her eye to the barely concealed tent of his hard-on.
When her gaze finally trailed back up to his face, she was left breathless by the look of adoration on his face. His eyes were softer and his mouth was curved into a gentle smile.
“You’re one to talk,” she muttered as she laughed softly. “Like fucking Adonis with those abs.”
He barked out a laugh at the comparison, the sound echoing off the metal of the carport as he shook his head at her. “That’s a new one.” He leaned over her again, his hands traveling up her sides to cup her breasts and squeeze them together. His lips left wet, open mouth kisses against the cleavage he’d created as Lys’s breath quickened. Picking at the edges of her pasties, he blinked up at her with a question in his eyes. “Is it gonna be a pain in the ass if I take these off?”
She laughed, her breath shaky as goosebumps continued to litter her skin under his touch. “That’s a problem for later me,” she responded carelessly as she wiggled from side to side.
He smirked at her reply before gently peeling them off and setting them on the console. He immediately returned his attention to her breasts, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth as she moaned at the sudden feeling. His tongue swirled around one bud as he pinched the other between his fingers, twisting slightly as she bucked her hips up into him.
“Kev…” she whimpered weakly as he toyed with her body, “please…”
“Please what?” he asked, tugging her nipple a little harder as she cried out, the sound going straight to his groin. He was pretty sure the noises she was making were better than any music he could ever mix.
“Just fuck me already!” she pleaded as she tried desperately to find friction against his clothed crotch.
The other hand that wasn’t playing with her breast disappeared between her panties as his fingers stroked along her folds. Her eyelids fluttered shut at the contact as she looked down at him.
“I’ve been waiting way too long for this. I’m taking my time with you,” he promised, and she couldn’t find it in herself to argue with the way his brown eyes looked up at her.
"You've been waiting…? For this?" she asked incredulously as she registered what he'd said.
He gave a coy smile but otherwise brushed it off. “I’ve got an idea, but you’re gonna have to get up for me, sweetheart,” he said as he took her by the hands, finally undoing the tanktop that was stuck around them.
Confused but curious, she obliged as he got out of the car. He pulled the latch on the back of the seat before lowering it, leveling it with the spacious trunk in the back. Picking up on his plan, she awkwardly climbed onto the folded over seat so that he could do the same on the other side. It wasn’t until now that she noticed just how many blankets and pillows he kept back here.
“Do this often, lover boy?” she joked as he climbed back in and began laying down some of the aforementioned bedding.
He chuckled warmly. “Nah. It, well… these were something of an emergency backup. In case I had nowhere else to sleep,” he admitted as his voice trailed off in thought. He shook away the bad thoughts as he smiled at her. “Never took them out though. I think I much prefer this use of them,” he continued with a wink.
The pillow’s softness was a welcome change to sink her head into as he leaned her back, hovering over her again as he brushed a damp lock of hair out of her face and twirled it between his fingers. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to seeing that adoring look in his eyes, left speechless as he smiled softly down at her.
“You’re amazing, Lys. You know that?” he whispered, his eyes darting back and forth between hers.
She hardly knew what to say. “I-I mean, yeah, I guess I’m pretty cool-”
He cut her words off with a kiss, feeling more intense and passionate than the ones before. It surprised her just how much comfort she could get from a kiss, but something about the way he held her just made her feel safer than she’d ever felt before. She brought her knees up as he lie between her legs, grinding into her slowly as he laced his fingers into her hair. He kissed all over her face, sending her into a fit of giggles as he left pecks on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and then began trailing warmer kisses along her jawline. Her giggles grew breathy as he pressed his lips to her neck, and she reached one hand around to run it along his back as he continued. She could feel him smile into her neck as he continued, sucking a mark into the spot beneath her ear as she gasped. He felt himself twitch at the noise and groaned into her skin, getting them both fired up again as his kisses started to trail lower.
His teeth nipped at her collarbone gently as his hands roamed along her curves. He kissed between the valley of her breasts as she watched him intently. His lips traveled lower still, tickling her stomach as she wiggled slightly. He chuckled as he held her in place, leaving more kisses along her belly before she started to kick the air.
“Hah-hey! Stop it!” she giggled as she pushed his head away and squirmed.
He laughed and finally relented, scooting himself lower as he positioned himself between her legs. “Couldn’t help it, sorry,” he replied, clearly not sorry at all as he sported a toothy grin.
She could feel her heart pound in her chest as she watched him fiddle with the lace band of her panties, looking like the cat who got the cream as he hovered so close to her center. “Well,” she began, reaching down to smooth out his hair that she’d mussed up a moment prior, “I suppose you could find a way to make it up to me.”
He kissed her inner thighs, biting the skin softly as his eyes locked with hers. She bit her lip as she watched him, his intense gaze sending heat straight to her core. “I think we can work something out,” he offered as he breathed against her clothed cunt. “Mind if I…?” he left his question open-ended as he tugged on the elastic band.
She nodded enthusiastically, propping herself up on her elbows as she lifted her hips to allow him to remove her last article of clothing. Stretching it on his index finger, he shot it like a rubber band across the car. She gasped and scoffed playfully at him as he laughed and moved back between her thighs. Returning his hands to her legs, he massaged his fingers into her inner thighs. Having been holding her breath without realizing, she released it with a shuddery gasp when his tongue ran flat up along her folds. He groaned into her skin as he dipped his tongue into her, savoring her taste while she held her fist to her mouth and bit down to stifle her moans.
“Amazing and sexy,” he amended, his voice vibrating pleasantly against her core as he began swiping circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her head fell back as she cursed, earning a smirk as his talented tongue continued working her into a frenzy. “ Fuck , I could listen to you make those sounds all day.”
Her eyes rolled back into her head as he continued to lick and suck at her folds. He was far too good at this, and she was getting close far too quickly. Her hips rolled of their own accord as she chased her release, whimpering as he wrapped his arms underneath her thighs and tried to hold her still. He ate her out like a man starved (which, to be fair, he did abandon his freshly baked quiche for this) as he laved at her folds, letting out pleasured sounds of his own as he groaned like he was enjoying a meal at a five star restaurant.
He focused his attention back on her clit as he sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it as he heard more than felt her reaching her peak.
“Kev, fuck , feels so good-” she whimpered out, eyes squeezed shut as she honed in all of her attention on the feeling of his mouth on her.
Kneading his fingers into the plush of her thighs, he began running rapid circles around her bud with the flat of his tongue. Her breathing grew ragged and her chest heaved, her back arching as she bucked into his face. She gripped the blankets tightly in her fist to ground herself while she draped another arm over her face.
When he inserted a finger into her core and curled it just so, she knew she was done for. Her voice came out in a strangled cry as he timed the thrust of his finger with the swipe of his tongue. The pleasure built up inside her, pulling her body taut as it felt like licks of white hot flame flared in her core. All of her nerves felt like they were ablaze until finally, with one last lick of his warm tongue, it snapped and she came with a scream of his name.
“Kev! Shit! Fuck! Oh my god…” she gasped out as he chuckled triumphantly, licking slow, teasing stripes up her labia as she came down from her high. “That… you are… oh my god. Shit.” Her brain, let alone her whole body, felt like jello. Kevin kissed her thighs gently, smiling as he massaged her legs.
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he joked, earning himself a playful swat from her as she batted at his hand on her thigh.
“Get back up here and kiss me before that mouth of yours gets you into any more trouble,” she teased as she took his hands in hers, stroking her thumbs across his knuckles tenderly.
He raised an eyebrow as he smirked coyly. “Pretty sure ‘that mouth of mine’ was doing just fine pleasing you a minute ago.”
Lys rolled her eyes and yanked him up as he let out a startled “whoa!” before landing unceremoniously on top of her. She leaned up, bringing her lips to his in a clumsy kiss as he rested his weight with his elbows on either side of her head. He laced his fingers in her messy hair as he slotted his lips against hers, sharing her taste with her as their tongues intertwined.
She parted from his lips for a moment, her pupils blown out with lust. “I can think of some other things you could use to please me,” she whispered huskily as she reached down, lightly rubbing the outline of his dick through his pants between her knuckles.
He groaned as he pressed his forehead to hers, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. “Like my cooking? I had just pulled a quiche out of the oven before I left,” he replied in mock obliviousness. Lys chortled before opening her hand up, fully palming him now as he let out a breathy “ fuck .”
“I think I’m hungry for something else entirely,” she replied, unable to hide the twitch of a smile at the cheesiness of her line as Kevin snorted in response. Her smile cracked further and she laughed, wrapping an arm around his back to steady herself as she cackled at the absurdity of it.
Kevin couldn’t help but crack up, his head in the crook of her neck as his body shook from laughter. “I’m sorry Lys, but that was the most-”
“No, no, it’s fine. It was terrible,” she agreed, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her sides hurt from laughing and she couldn’t help but smile at him as small titters escaped from between her teeth.
He mirrored her expression, his brown eyes softening as his laughter died down slowly. He brushed her cheek with his fingers lovingly and she closed her eyes at the contact, leaning into his touch. His heart felt full to bursting and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Lysbet…”
Her eyes opened, intrigued by the use of her full name, blinking up at him. It felt like her heart was trying to leap out of her throat when she locked eyes with him, and the well of emotions in her chest almost terrified her in their intensity.
“I…” he chortled at himself as he tried to form the words. “I want to make love to you. I don’t…” he sighed, and she waited patiently for him to continue as she drew soothing circles into his back with her fingernails. His eyes darted away for a moment, embarrassed. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing,” he admitted, his gaze avoiding hers out of fear of rejection. He was fully expecting the Boss to simply be done with him after this was over, knowing how her previous “relationships” had turned out.
Her lips parted in a silent gasp before she took his head in her hands and turned him to face her. Her fingertips brushed over his skin delicately as she smiled gently. “Kev…” she breathed out softly, shaking her head. “You have no idea how much I want this.”
His brows furrowed, still unsure. “This?" he asked, gesturing between their lower halves before pointing back at himself, "Or me?”
She flinched at his implication, but knew he had every right to be suspicious. The back of her fingers traced along his cheek as she stared into his eyes. “I want you , Kev. Not just today, either. I…” she trailed off for a moment as the corner of her mouth pulled into a wider smile. “I want you for as long as you’ll have me.” Her lips pursed as she looked off to the side sheepishly. "I’ve wanted that for a long time.”
“You… you have?” he asked incredulously, face turning pensive as he searched his memory for any telltale signs she might have given him.
“Are you kidding? I’ve had a crush on you pretty much since day one,” she admitted with a chuckle and a cock of her head. “You were always running off with this partner or that, and we both had our separate daily lives, so…”
He mulled over the thoughts in his head for another moment in silence, shifting his weight slightly from side to side. “But you also had several-”
“Distractions,” she interrupted as she pressed a hand to his chest, distracting herself with the tapping of her fingers as she traced his tattoos. “I know… it’s shitty,” she confessed with a sigh, “but I thought surely there was someone out there that could help me forget about you.” She dropped her head back into the pillow as she took a deep breath, feeling incredibly exposed as she lay her feelings bare. “Let’s just say there were a few… incidents.”
“Incidents?” he repeated, raising a brow.
The blush returned to her cheeks in full force. “This…” she sighed, “This isn’t the first time I’ve said your name, you know, like that ," she admitted, removing her hand from his chest as she hid her face in embarrassment.
“ You didn’t ,” he gasped in disbelief, unable to hide the grin as the thought stroked his ego.
“Needless to say he uh… finished, and then he immediately threw me out,” she laughed. “Normally I’d have shot him and been done with it, but I didn’t fight it. I was way too embarrassed.”
“Damn,” he chuckled, hanging his head to the side with a goofy smile on his face.
“So…” she began again, bringing her hands up to massage his shoulders lightly, “yes. I would like to make love to you, Kev. Would love to, actually.”
He felt like he was on a cloud. He beamed at her before he leaned down to kiss her again, wrapping an arm around her waist and beneath her back as he pulled her flush to his body. He inhaled her scent deeply, a mix of blood, flowers, sugar, and gunpowder, and he could only describe it as home. She sighed into the kiss as she wrapped her legs around him, the fire reigniting in her belly as she grinded against him. He felt himself hardening again and tried to remove his pants with one hand, pulling away from the kiss to better see what he was doing as she occupied herself by kissing along his neck. His movements stuttered as he moaned breathily at the feeling of her nipping and sucking along his collarbone, but he was able to shimmy out of his pants and boxers as he reluctantly pulled away from her. He slid his hands down the curves of her body as he pulled back, sitting up on his knees as she lied back down and looked up at him expectantly. Her eyes darkened with lust, trailing down his abs and along the lines of his hip bones before settling on his exposed cock, biting her lip as she admired it openly.
“Fuck, Kev. You really are gorgeous,” she complimented him, bringing her knees up and spreading her legs for him. She was still incredibly slick from her earlier orgasm and her lips glistened with moisture and he inhaled sharply, stroking himself a few times as he kneeled over her.
He smiled warmly at her, taking a hold of her hips as he lifted her up and rested her ass on his thighs. “We should form a club,” he joked as she breathed out a laugh. He held her up with one hand on the small of her back while he lined himself up with her entrance, slowly sliding the tip of himself inside of her. He watched her face intently as her lips parted in a silent moan, scanning her features for any sign of discomfort as he pushed into her inch by inch. She squeezed around him tightly as he hung his head forward, screwing his eyes shut as he finally buried himself to the hilt.
Her fingernails dug into his arms as she wrapped her hands around them, grounding herself as she adjusted to the stretch of him. “Oh my god ,” she praised aloud as she threw her head back, her back arching as the angle of her hips left him pressing against a spot inside her she didn’t even know she had before today. Fluttering her eyelids, she looked up at him through her lust addled haze. His jaw was tense as he clenched his teeth and tried desperately to keep himself from just rutting into her like a wild animal… Not that she would have complained.
“You… fuck … you feel so good,” he breathed, gripping her hips tighter and slowly beginning to thrust into her. She could feel every inch of him rubbing against her walls, the tip of his cock pressing into that spongy spot as her eyes rolled back. “So fucking tight, shit .”
Whimpering moans escaped her lips as he fucked her into the soft blankets beneath. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he bent over her slightly, beginning to snap his hips to the beat of the song on the radio. His hands slid up from her hips to her waist before resting just beneath her breasts, cupping the soft skin in his hands as he flicked his thumbs over her nipples. She gasped at the touch, biting her lip as he circled them with the pads of his fingers. Her hands came to rest over his, lacing her fingers with his and guiding him to massage her chest. She blinked up at him through her lashes and wet her lips, breathing in sharply at a particularly deep thrust.
He was a marvel of muscles and tattoos, skin shining with sweat as his palms kneaded into her tits. She found herself fascinated with the way his arms flexed with his movements, trailing her fingertips from his hands to his forearms, leading all the way up his biceps as she squeezed the muscles appreciatively. Her touches continued until she looped her arms around him, brushing her fingertips along the short dark brown hair at the nape of his neck. His eyes met hers and the corners of his mouth pulled into a huge grin, bending over as he wrapped an arm around the small of her back to get a better angle. His face hovered a few inches over hers, caressing her cheek with the backs of his fingers as he grunted softly with the effort of his thrusts. Her eyes fluttered shut in bliss, sweet moans escaping her parted lips that were drawn into a soft smile. She honed in on the warmth of his fingers on her face and the way the head of his cock slid in and out of her folds. At this angle, his pelvic bone pressed against her clit with each snap of his hips, tiny shockwaves of pleasure dancing through her body as she felt her peak building for the second time.
“Kev, you feel, oh … amazing,” she gasped out, her eyes flashing open to meet his. He kissed her, moaning against her lips as he followed the buildup of the song in the background to pick up his pace. Her senses were flooded with nothing but him , from the heat of his body all around her, the taste of his soft lips and tongue, the scent of him now intermingled with the smell of sex, and the desperate groans rumbling deep in his throat. Even the music, with its bass thrumming through the speakers, was so markedly Kevin that she couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.
Their lips parted as he panted, his thumb stroking along her cheekbone. “Fuck, Lys… I don’t think I can last much longer,” he admitted breathily as his nose bumped into hers.
The coil of pleasure wound tighter as she tugged lightly at his hair, earning a delicious growl from him. “M…Me too,” she moaned, gasping as he kept pounding into that spot that made her see stars. She was doing her best in their position to push her hips back into him in time with his thrusts.
He took his hand away from her cheek, sucking two fingers into his mouth for a moment before maneuvering his hand between their bodies. Her breath hitched in her throat as he began drawing circles over her clit, releasing a cry as her pleasure mounted. He let out a strangled moan as she tightened around him from the added stimulation, almost struggling to continue his pace as her walls sucked him in. He leaned back, sitting on his heels as he flattened his palm against her stomach, working his fingers on her clit in much the same way he might spin a record at a party. He choked back a laugh as he immediately made the comparison, instead focusing on the high pitched wails Lys was releasing.
“Just… oh my GOD!” she screamed, her back arching as her body tensed. “Fuck, yes! Just like that,” she pleaded, her jaw hanging open as her moans grew louder and louder.
He knitted his brows together in concentration as he focused on her pleasure, increasing the pace of his fingers and concentrating his thrusts upward. Her hands slid down to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin almost painfully as she threw her head back.
“That’s it, Lys. Come on,” he praised her, entranced by the way her tits bounced in time with their movements.
She locked eyes with him and the coil snapped, screaming his name with the intense orgasm flooding her body as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. A low, drawn out curse escaped his lips as he watched her come undone, and he knew he wouldn’t be far behind with the way she spasmed around his cock. He reached around her upper back and pulled her close so that she was straddling him, crashing his lips to hers as he grabbed her ass and lifted her hips up and down on his lap. He chased his release as he grunted into the kiss, and she squealed from the overstimulation as she braced her hands on his chest.
He broke from the kiss to stare into her eyes, hoping she could feel the adoration in his gaze. She blinked at him and gave him a wide grin, resting her forehead against his. His heart felt heavy with love, and he was pretty sure this was the happiest he had ever felt in his life.
“Where… fuck … where do you want me to…?” he asked as she bounced up and down on him.
“Inside,” she gasped, breathing heavily, “Pill. It’s okay,” she finished as she squeezed around him.
He practically lost it then and there, groaning at her words that he was more than happy to oblige. His rhythm faltered as his thrusts grew sporadic, holding her up by her hips as he speared into her from below over and over. He grunted with the effort as his hips snapped up with a final ferocity with his approaching orgasm before stilling, releasing a strangled cry as he emptied himself within her. His hips twitched with the intensity, drawing small whimpers from Lys as she watched, enamored, as his face twisted in pleasure.
They both sat there for a moment, sweaty and breathing heavily as they held onto each other. She brushed her hand up his forehead, pushing the hair back up that was stuck to his face from the sweat of their exertions. He smiled at her gratefully, chuckling slightly as they both processed what just happened. She returned the smile, humming happily in the afterglow as his hands stroked up and down her back.
“ That was…” she began, chortling as she searched for the words.
He squeezed her sides gently as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah.”
“Kev?” Her fingers toyed with the soft hair of his undercut, biting her lip nervously as butterflies filled her stomach.
His eyes met hers, and he lifted his eyebrows slightly as he massaged into the curve of her waist. “What’s up?”
“I…” she chewed on her lip, struggling to say the words, even though she was fairly certain he felt the same. “I think I’m…” Her eyes darted down for a moment, suddenly unsure. She scoffed at herself and shook her head. “It’s funny. I’ve said it before but… it feels different now.”
He frowned slightly, drawing his brows together as he searched her eyes for her meaning. “What do you…?”
She blinked at him, her mouth opening as her eyes darted around the back of the car. She sighed deeply, her shoulders rising and falling. “I… I love you, Kev,” she whispered, barely audible over the radio as Kevin’s face turned to one of surprise. The corners of his mouth cracked into a smile as his fingers squeezed her tighter, chuckling as he kissed her softly.
“I love you too, Lys,” he responded, relieved, and she felt the tension drain from her body as her shoulders relaxed. “You had me going there for a second,” he joked, reaching up to cup her cheek. She tilted her head, leaning into his hand as she laughed lightly at herself.
She gazed into his eyes and lost herself in their deep chocolate hue. “I meant what I said,” she began again as she rubbed his shoulders, “I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
He cocked his head to the side, “hmm”-ing dramatically as he thought about it. “Well…” She nodded as he paused, urging him to go on. “I hope you’re okay with forever then,” he replied with a cheeky grin, tickling her sides as her jaw dropped in surprise and laughed, squirming under his touch. She gasped between chuckles as she tried to fend him off with her hands on his wrists, desperately pulling at his arms. He laughed with her as he finally relented, holding her by the neck to press his lips against hers. They both had smiles plastered on their faces as the laughter died down slowly. She hugged him tight, breathing in deeply as her heart swelled at the feeling of his arms wrapped around her, warm and secure.
“Yeah. Forever sounds pretty good to me,” she answered, pulling back as she kissed him again.