“You feel amazing,” I whispered, hardly sounding like myself. I damn well nearly lost my mind each and every time I was inside of her, and now was no exception. I was an animal, pumping my cock in and out of her, dragging my length along her, my body telling me I could only hold back for a few moments longer.
She made me lose it. She made me lose it almost instantly, and I loved her for it.
A searing fire gathered in my core, and as I rammed myself as deep as I could go inside of her, my balls let loose. I was already panting by the time I came, but when cum shot out of my cock and into her, all I managed to do was groan.
God, she felt so good.
I let myself collapse on top of her, not bothering to pull myself out right away, my chest heaving for breath, just like hers was under me. Kelsey swatted at my side, giggling as she muttered, “You are crushing the life out of me, Blue.”
A smirk escaped me as I withdrew my hips, rolling beside her, no longer in her and no longer on her. Before she could get up and clean herself off, I pulled her to my chest, forcing her to lay with me. Cuddling wasn’t her thing, but I didn’t care. I kind of liked the thought of my cum seeping out of her, anyway.
Kelsey rested a hand on my chest, catching her breath enough to say, “Cuddling isn’t so bad when it’s with you.” She tilted her head, shooting me a sly look. “You officially made me a cuddle convert.”
A cuddle convert. Sometimes I wondered where the hell she thought of these things, but then I remembered she was Kelsey, and she had no filter whatsoever.
Kelsey and I may have fallen asleep after that, because the next thing I knew, daylight streamed through the lone window on the wall, and our positions were reversed; instead of me holding onto her, she was holding onto me. I found myself smiling at her unconscious form; she looked so peaceful, the complete opposite of how she looked when she was awake. Her brown hair splayed around her in a messy, unkempt halo.
I leaned into her, pressing my lips against her forehead as she mumbled something about still being asleep. Then she rolled onto her side, thereby letting go and giving me her back. Laughing quietly to myself, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, jumping in the shower for a quick rinse.
At least, it was supposed to be a quick rinse. I might’ve thought a bit too much about Kelsey and how she looked last night, her legs spread wide for me, which meant I had to take care of it. Didn’t want to wake her, after all.
Once that was done, I got out, running the towel over my hair and my body, walking into the room butt-ass naked. Kelsey was up, though she didn’t look too happy about it. She was sitting up, blinking slowly, yawning. The covers were bunched around her waist, her chest bare for me to see. It was a beautiful sight.
“My turn,” she said, practically falling out of bed as she grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. By the time she rejoined me, I was partially clothed, wearing jeans and nothing more. I laid atop the sheets, my phone plugged into its charger, the cord pulled taut.
It didn’t look like she even brushed her hair, but I didn’t care. Whether she was wet or not, whether that hair had been brushed or not, Kelsey was still a goddess. A goddess of chaos, but a goddess nonetheless.
“You want to go get breakfast somewhere, or do you want to watch a movie?” I was being facetious, of course. There was no movie, unless you counted Dean’s recent antics, in which case…yeah, it was kind of like a movie.
Kelsey had changed her clothes, unfortunately not topless like me. She crawled onto the bed beside me, saying, “Movie. We’ve been slacking off.”
I didn’t know if that was true—dealing with family shit was always hard, especially when you didn’t want to face the drama—but I kept that thought to myself, simply going to the app and clicking on its menu. Kelsey got herself comfortable beside me, curling against me like a cat.
We had a lot to catch up on. I chose the camera whose angle overlooked most of the room, the one on his bookcase, facing the bed and the door. Kelsey and I made ourselves comfortable on the bed, though I did get up and put the Do Not Disturb sign in the hall on our door handle, to stop the hotel maid from coming in.
Dean was gone for most of the time, and when he was there, he was doing shit on his laptop. Only once did he bring a girl in and fuck her—that part we fast-forwarded, because unlike Dean, Kelsey and I weren’t creeps. Honestly, it surprised me. Just one girl. It was almost like he was trying to be good.
Trying, being the operative word there. Trying and failing.
The same night Dean had the girl, right after he kicked her out—rudely, if the look on her face was any indication—he came towards the camera, disappearing in the corner, near the closet. A blind spot of this particular camera.
I was just going to let it continue to fast forward, but Kelsey muttered, “He’s been over there for a while. Maybe you should switch cameras and see what he’s doing?”
I really hoped he didn’t have his own camera hiding in his closet or something. That would put a damper on things. It meant he’d have seen me set up my own cameras. With my gut hardening, I exited out of this camera’s screen and went to
