I was beginning to think this girl had no sub boundaries.
I was beginning to think I really fucking liked this girl. A lot.
I finished with her hair in my hand, her ass pressing against me, my legs shaking underneath me. I’d fucking waited two years for this moment, and boy, did it feel like I hadn’t had any sexual release in that time. For how fucking massive my orgasm was, it sure felt like I’d had a ton of pent up energy.
The orgasm itself seemed to last forever, far longer than the normal ones I had, and I had to clamp down on my teeth, fearing I was shouting too loud. When I finally finished, I wanted to collapse into bed and just pass the fuck out.
Kelly had absolutely nothing to worry about. I wasn’t going anywhere because I wasn’t even sure I had functioning legs at that point.
“Holy shit,” Kelly said, laughing.
I grunted a half-hearted chuckle before pulling out. Doing so added one last bit of pleasure, that feeling of her pussy enveloping the remains of my finished cock. I rolled to the side, collapsed on the bed, and let Kelly’s naked body cuddle against me.
“Just don’t run out on me again,” she said, “or I will murder you.”
Even though I knew she was kind of serious, I laughed all the same.
“After what you just fucking provided me? I’m not going anywhere.”
She laughed and kissed me on the cheek. I’d admitted it as something of a brusque joke, but if I was being honest…
Well, by no means was I going to run. I suppose I could have if I really wanted to, but I knew well enough to not be that much of an asshole. But all the same, the old fears, the old feelings that something might happen…
Not tonight.
For tonight, Liam, just relax and enjoy what you had. Worry about that shit tomorrow. It’ll take care of itself.
Smiling, I closed my eyes. Both of us fell asleep and into the most restful slumber we’d had in ages.
Chapter 15: Kelly
What now?
Those two words, normally thought after a tragedy or difficult moment, were, for once, thought with some degree of nervousness and excitement. I had awoken once in the middle of the night when I heard Charlotte crying, but otherwise, as if by some miracle, she’d let me sleep curling up against her father’s body.
And as the sun started to peek through and I got to see his naked body, boy, I liked even more what I saw.
Last time, I’d been drunk. Last night, it’d been dark. Right now, there were no filters of any kind.
He was more chiseled than I thought, more muscular and lean than I’d thought. Every part of his body showed some sort of muscle and veins. He looked grizzled and hardened, and I couldn’t wait for him to wake up.
I couldn’t wait for us to get to a third round.
I couldn’t wait for…
What now?
And that’s when it became more nervousness and less excitement. We could only fuck for so long before daily life got in the way. Even with my stockpile of savings, even with few responsibilities in the world but to take care of Charlotte, I had to do something besides have sex and take care of her at some point.
Being by his side and feeling his warm body felt so right, but I had no idea if he felt the same way. Sure, he’d spent the night, and sure, he’d never been one to hold his tongue if he felt he needed to say something, but…I guess my past prevented me from ever feeling completely sure about this.
He started to stir in bed. I leaned back from him to give him some space. He spread his legs out under the sheets, brushing against mine. I had to admit, as much as I was trying to hold back so we could talk at some point, knowing that his hard, large cock was just inches from my hand and my pussy made it mighty tempting to just reach over, not say a word, and start going at him.
“Rise and shine,” I said. “You actually spent the night this time.”
“Of course,” he said, still waking up. He looked around the room, almost like he needed to verify what I had just said to him. “You got coffee, right?”
“What, do you think I’m a crazy person?” I said, laughing. “It’s in the kitchen. But let’s talk first.”
“Oh, the words no man wants to hear in the morning,” Liam said, rolling back over like he was going to go back to sleep.
“It won’t be bad; I promise,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I believed my own words. “It might not be the most fun of topics, but let’s just talk. At least in the context of today.”
Liam didn’t respond at first. I knew he was processing what I’d said, so I tried to give him some space, but every passing moment past “comfortably silent” made me nervous. Was he going to walk out to my face? At least logistically, it would be a nightmare. It wasn’t like Ubers and Lyfts on an early morning in the rural parts of Breckenridge were a common thing. But if he wanted to leave, was that really a good thing?
Finally, he turned to me and sat up in bed.
“I’ll talk,” he said.
I thought he would say something more, add in a “but…” Nothing more came.
“What now?” I said. “What are we building toward, Liam?”
He shrugged.
“I honestly haven’t thought that far
