( A night with my best friend 🛌)
✍️ Chapter Twenty-One✍️
I was cold, inside and out. The clouds had decided to add more to my misery by releasing their rains. I was glad I was safe from their pouring daggers since I was under the shield of the waiting stop.
However, this didn’t stop the cold of the water from sipping under my skin, reaching my bones, making me shudder and tremble from its icy grip.
I contemplated calling Sav to pick me up, but I was certain that she was busy with Ryland. The thought of Ryland made me resent him and his so-called-friend, James. I just hoped that Ryland liked Sav enough to not hurt her. Sav was really cranky after a breakup.
I was resenting everything. All I saw was red and black, but could I really blame James. It was my own mistake for judging him. Although, I had looked forward to the date, I hadn’t really wanted a relationship with him.
Suddenly, a familiar looking silver car stopped in front of me. The driver got out, shielding himself from the rain with a leather jacket as he ran towards me.
The sight of him deepened that anger that was boiling inside me.
I glared at him as he approached me.
“C’mon, get inside the car.” Kyle said reaching for my hand.
“Don’t touch me!” I wrenched my hand away from him.
“Keya!” He said my name in a warning tone.
“Some great friend you are! You definitely are the best, Kyle!” I lashed out at him.
He shook his head. “I don’t have time for this.”
“Of course you don’t. I know I wouldn’t want to waste my time too when there’s a promise of a threesome.” I was beyond enraged to care about what I was saying.
“Threesome? What are you talking about?”
“Oh don’t pretend to be innocent in this. I’m sure Mandy doesn’t mind sharing both of you.” I couldn’t stop my mouth from spewing nonsense.
“Despite what you think, James took Mandy home. They’re gone, Keya.”
“Well, that’s just fantastic.”
“No, save it Kyle. I don’t want to hear it. It’s your fault that all this has happened.” I cut him off.
“My fault?” A hint of amusement laced his tone. “I guess you could say that.”
I glared at him.
“C’mon, let’s go. Unless you want to have a cold.”
I nodded. “Yup, I think having a cold is better than going with you.”
He rolled his eyes as he took his leather jacket off and moved to draped it on me. I skidded backwards before he reached me.
“It’s nice to know finally, where your loyalty is, Kyle.” I smiled, lacking any emotion.
He rolled his eyes again.
“How could you let him talk like that about me?”
He cornered me and the heat transcending from his body was suddenly too disarming.
I was really stupid to feel so attracted to him for that moment. His closeness left me frozen and breathless, enough to let him put his warm jacket on me. The smell of him bombarded my nostrils.
It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair, how my body was betraying me like this.
“Are you done?” He asked, moving closer as if to invade my personal space.
My head titled back to look up at him and through the dark, his eyes still glistened.
“It’s also nice to know that you’re there for me too, Kyle.” I added.
“Would you let me explain?” His nostrils flared, his patience waning.
“What explanation could you possible give me.”
“I brought Mandy for a reason, she was necessary.”
I snorted. “Yeah, to date her.”
He pressed his lips at my interruption. “Don’t you understand? I saved you.”
“Oh yeah, cos I’m such a damsel in distress.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Keya, I had to show you what he was really like?”
“It’s all about perceptions to you today!” I rolled my eyes.
“Will you shut up for one sec?” Kyle slapped both of his hands on the pane other side of me, his body pressing unto mines at his sudden invasion.
That definitely shut me up because I couldn’t breathe from then on.
“Guys like James; all they care for is not you or your feelings, but how they will get laid as reward for treating like you’re the only thing that matters to them.” His eyes seared down to my lips.
I swallowed my dry throat. “And you are an exception to them?” I asked rhetorically.
“Well, thanks Kyle, thanks for showing a complete fool of myself.” This sarcasm was really eating me up.
“You’re not a fool, Keya. You just have a knack of attracting complete âssholes.” He smiled.
“I thought he was your friend?”
“Not a friend…just someone that feels like he owes me because I saved his sorryáss.”
“And yet you still hang around with him.”
He pushed himself off me, releasing me from his trap. I felt relieved because I could breathe fresh air again.
“I haven’t hung around with him since—I don’t even remember. I just started last week when I found out you met him.”
“Because I know him.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“Fine. Because I was afraid you were falling right into his traps. And you were so intent on sleeping with him. I couldn’t let that happen.” As he spoke, his tone was filled with a sudden emotion that when his eyes gazed at me, my heart became erratic.
“Why didn’t you warn me about him sooner?” My voice was croaky.
“You wouldn’t have believed me.”
“That’s not true.” I protested.
He gave me that sceptical look before shaking his head.
“Can we go now? It’s really cold.” He started moving towards his flashing car.
“Fine.” I huffed as I followed him to his car.
He was already in the driver seat by the time I got into the passenger side.
His hair, face and t-shirt was damp by the rain that got him. I watched helplessly as the water dribbled down his jaw to his neck, the drop disappearing to his damp tee which clung on him, accentuating every tone and muscle on his body.
I closed my eyes and took deep breaths and by the time I opened them we were already cruising away from the bus stop.
I was still confused by what he revealed to me. So, this whole so-called double date I just went through was intended for me to find out what James was really like compared to that sweet funny guy I thought he was. I mean, Kyle could have at least told me. I would have believed him. Wouldn’t I?
I knew then that he was right. I wouldn’t have believed him at all.
✍️ Chapter Twenty-Two✍️
If you haven’t already heeded my warning, just be aware that this chapter will contain, Very strong language and Sexual content throughout! Read at your discretion!
The rain was still pouring daggers by the time Kyle pulled over at his driveway. I guess it made sense that we were at his house instead of mine, his was close. He opened his door and began running over to his porch. I opened my door and followed him.
I didn’t know how I managed to get wet from the rain, but I did as the lacy part of my dress clung onto my legs. Kyle fumbled with his keys before opening the door. Once inside, he darted over to change the temperature of the house, while I ran upstairs to his bedroom. I took off my wet dress and threw it onto his bed and then I went over to his bathroom and instantly turned the shower on.
For fifteen minutes, I stayed under the water, still pondering over the events that had occurred. It was a hard knock on the bathroom door that snapped me out of it.
“Yeah?” I shouted over the running water.”I have to pee, can I come in?”
“I have to pee!” He shouted behind the door.
“Uh…Okay?” I shouted back.
When I heard the door click close, I was only glad that the steam hid me perfectly behind his glass folding compartment. But, even knowing this didn’t help the situation when the sound of Kyle peeing in the other room was heard over the pelting water from the shower.
Suddenly, the heat of the room increased rapidly, even more so than the steam, at the thought of Kyle being somewhat naked on the other side of the room. It alarmed me to think like this.
I turned off the shower, just so I could at least breathe.
“I put your dress in the dryer.” He told me.
“Oh, thanks.” I swallowed the thick lump in the throat.
I knew he was facing me, I could sense it.
“Why don’t you get out?”
“Um…I’m waiting for you to leave.”
“Oh, c’mon, I’ve already seen you naked.” He had to remind of that day.
“Uh…pass me a towel.”
“No-no, you have to come out just as you are.”
“Kyle—” I began to protest, however, he wrenched the sliding compartment, exposing me before I was aware of it.
“Kyle!” I bellowed, instantly covering myself where I didn’t want him to see.
He had a knowing smirk as he watched me, “Get out, it’s my turn to shower.”
I was left dumb-struck as he simply took his t-shirt off, unclasped his belt and kicked his jeans off, leaving only his boxers. My mouth was agape, more from the sight of his delicious body rather than his audacious act. He was trying so hard not to laugh, biting his lower lip to repress his grin.
“Are you gonna get out any sooner or are you still waiting for me to pull my boxers down?” He asked mischievously.
I shook my head at the thought. I was tempted, really tempted to keep on staring at him so that he could do just that. But, I forced my feet to move from the tub. One foot was out before I felt my body being lifted off.
I yelped in surprise, effectively releasing my hands from my modesty as I tried to push him. Kyle put me down and heatedly ogled at my exposed self, not hiding the fact that the sight of my body was turning him on. It was remarkable to watch his erection slowly increase, straining on his boxers.
A compulsion to tug his boxers off—so that I could free it—overwhelmed me. I squirmed from where I stood, pressing my legs together as I forced myself to look away from his protruding anatomy.
We both stared at each other. I saw the yearning in Kyle’s dilated eyes and so I did the only thing I could think of at that moment. My feet dragged themselves closer to him.
“Keya?” Kyle’s voice seemed strained.
“Hmm?” I approached him and just as he did to me earlier, I invaded his personal space.
It didn’t matter to me anymore that I was naked in front of him; he’s already seen me in my worst so why should I care anymore? I wanted to touch him, to inflict the same craving I now felt.
“What are you doing?” He asked warily.
I didn’t reply him as I simply plastered my hand over his chest and the wayward beat of his heart was a throbbing tattoo on my skin. It echoed my own pounding cardiac muscle.
I traced my hand all over his chest, used my other hand to feel the taut muscles on his abdomen. My hands simultaneously moved to his arms and slowly trailed upwards to his shoulders until they eventually connected with his neck. I then moved my hands upwards to his hair.
“Why did you cut your hair?” I asked, for the first time in that night missing his silky locks.
“It was annoying.” He grunted when I fisted my fingers on the mane that was still remaining on top of his head.
Because of my actions, I was pressed upon him, flesh against flesh. The heat of our connected bodies boiled its way inside my blood. He draped his arm around my waist, one of his hands cupping the cheek of my butt, inflicting a sudden wave of desire that was felt between my thighs.
He pressed his body close until I felt his throbbing erection under my belly button. One of my hands moved down to the side of his body, timidly tracing the line of his boxers. My hand sunk under his boxers until my fingers contacted with it; his c**k.
He was hard but warm and soft at the same time. The instant I fisted his c**k was when he let out a muffled groan and buried his face on my neck. His breath was hot against my skin, and slowly I began stroking him.
“Keya…” He murmured, trailing my name in his lips that burned my skin. “Oh sh!t” He grunted when I pressed my thumb on his head and swirled my thumb around, feeling a bead of moist there.
Because I was so curious of this, I removed my hand out of his boxers to investigate on it.
“Pre-cûm!” Kyle grunted when he realised I stopped. He was breathing heavily.
“Oh.” I breathed. Suddenly curious of how this will taste like, I sucked on my thumb and the salt-like taste of it bombarded my taste buds.
“F**k!” He exclaimed. His eyes were boring on to the thumb in my mouth. I hadn’t known that what I was doing was such a turn on until his reaction.
I was curious of what else I could do and because the taste of him really f**king turned me on too. I got down on my knees, my hands reaching to wrench his boxers off.
“Sh!t. Keya, no!” Kyle protested.
But it was too late as I slid his boxers off, making his c**k sprang free for my inspection. From this angle, he was huge. I had to lean back to look up at him in shock. His green emeralds were a burning fire as they stared down at me.
Not thinking twice about of what I was doing, I grabbed his c**k in my hands and pressed my tongue on his head. After a few taste, I took him in my mouth completely knocking the breath out of him as he hissed.
“F**k-f**k!” His hand reached for the back of my head, his fingers sliding in my curls as he encouraged me to keep going.
I was thankful, at that moment, that I had no gag reflexes when he reached the back of my throat. Slurping sounds and heavy breathing as well groans were echoed through the bathroom as I gave Kyle my first blowjob.
My tongue swirled on his length, feeling his veins. He was thrusting himself in my mouth, hissing noises emitting from his mouth and grip of his fingers fisting upon my hair told me that he was about to climax.
“F**k, Keya!” Kyle groaned as he thrust so hard I thought my mouth was going rip apart. But, then it happened before I was expecting it. Kyle erupted in my mouth, filling his semen in my mouth and throat. There was so much of it. I choked most it out while some dribbled down my chin.
“Well, I can tell you feel a lot better now.” I breathed heavily, wiping my face as I watched his body relax, his eyes still remained close.
I didn’t wait for his reply I got up from my knees to wash my face and hands.
I was bending over the sink, washing my face, when I felt Kyle’s presence behind me and soon both of his hands were grabbing my butt cheeks.
“I’ve dreamt of f**kng you this way.” He confessed. I straightened myself and that action had my behind pressed against his body. He had pulled his boxers back up because I felt his erection straining against the material.
I was about to laugh at his comment but then his hand trailed my abdomen, moving downwards and sending more heat to where I was current liquidating.
“Why don’t you?” I asked, my voice was breathless and husky. “Just, f**k me?”
The fingers that were stroking me suddenly stopped. I felt the heat of his hand leaving my body. I turned around to gauge his reaction and that regretful look was back on his face.
He shook his head.
“Why not? Why stop now after all we’ve done?”
He sighed. “I don’t want to hurt you Key.” He admitted some of his reluctance.
“Hurt me?” I seemed dubious. “Hurt me how?”
A silent moment passed before he spoke again.
“Physically.” He voice seemed strained.
I stared at him in disbelief. “Kyle, you won’t hurt me. I want this.” I reached for him, cupping my hand on his face.
He leaned his cheek in my hand, smiling softly. I took that as an invitation to trace my fingers on his abdominal muscles. His breaths soon became laboured.
He grunted and pulled me closer towards him. “In truth, Key…” he murmured, his eyes an emerald gleam that seared down to my lips.
“…Is that it was bound to happen sooner.” He took a tendril of a curl with his free hand and replaced it behind my ear.
He shifted his body closer towards me and my breath was robbed when he inched his face closer to mine.
“Do you really want this, Key? It’s not too late to back out.” He fanned his breath on my face, his lips mere inches from my own.
My response took both of us by surprise as I simply grabbed the back of his neck and closed the small space between us by smashing my lips against his.
Fire—churning fire—burned between our lips as he kissed me back. He took my face
into both of his hands as the soft kiss turned feral. He moved us until my back collided with the tiled walls of his bathroom. The shock of it had me gasping and my open mouth was enough invitation for him to dart his tongue in. A moan escaped somewhere at the back of my mouth when our tongues collided.
I tightened my hold on his neck, my other hand sliding to the hair in the middle of his head. He softly bit my lower lip suddenly and a spasm of electricity shot through me, zapping all the way down to my loins.
He stopped. We were both breathing heavily. My eyes were still closed as I tried to regain feeling back to my toes. My lips were singing, tingling as if it was the first time I’ve ever been kissed and my heart was throbbing wildly, grinding upon my chest as if trying to escape the cage that was my ribs.
Damn, this had to be the best kiss I’ve ever had. I thought.
“I always wanted to do that.” He spoke, his tone soft as silk.
I opened my eyes to meet his fierce greens. “Why didn’t you?” I asked.
“I was scared.”
“Scared that I wouldn’t able to stop, because it wouldn’t be enough.” He admitted.
“So…are you still scared?”
“No. But, I was right…It’s not enough.”
“F**k me already”
He kissed me again, this time the kiss was slow and unrushed. He lifted me up so that I could wrap my legs around and he walked us back to his bedroom.
Once there, he pushed me slowly onto his bed. I crawled backwards whilst he followed me. He grabbed my leg to stop me, dipped his head as he kissed my calf and slowly trailed his kisses upwards to the inside of my thigh.
I groaned, arching my back off the mattress. My eyes closed to absorb the pleasure he was inflicting on me when he nibbled on the skin, sending spasm after spasm of hot electricity inside me.
His kisses were fervent, one of his hands grabbed my other leg to part them and slowly his fingers tickled their way inside my thighs. He stopped kissing me only for him to ogle at what was between my thighs.
“So beautiful.” He commented seductively before moving his face there.
My eyes sprang open when I felt his breath near my clit. “Kyle, No!”
“I can’t hear you.” And his mouth was there. He kissed teasingly at first before his tongue began swirling there. The sensation of it was unexplainable, it slowly drove me insane.
He was using both his fingers and mouth to stimulate me and I was unable to take it all. This was all new to me and because of that, I climaxed sooner than expected.
“F**k, did you just—”
“Shh!” I groaned, shutting my eyes tightly. My body was still shaking under his hands. I opened my eyes and Kyle’s grin was unavoidable.
“I said shush.”
“But that was…quick!”
“Kyle shut up and jus—”
He laughed, “Hold on, let me get a condom on first.” He moved over to one of his drawer and brought out a foil packet of condom.
He lugged off his boxers and it still surprised me how big and erect he was. Suddenly I felt anxious at the thought of his length inside me.
“Having cold feet?” He asked as he was about to rip the foil packet.
“No…” I lied, scoffing.
He sensed my lie and stopped what he was doing.
“Keya? You don’t have to, if you’re—”
“No, I want to,” I cut him off. “Now, hurry up.”
And so Kyle pulled the latex on his erection. He hovered over me, forcing me to lie on my back. His mouth met with the skin of my neck and nibbled there, moving his tongue to the bulge of my br**ts.
He sucked on a ni**le, making me breathless again as one of his arm trailed all the way down to my leg. He got on his knees, grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him.
I felt his c**k there between my thighs and then just like that, he was inside me, so quickly, ripping through my virginity.
“Ugn!” The shock and pain bombarded my tear ducts. I bit my lip, forcing myself not to cry.
“Shit” Kyle hissed. “Keya, are you okay?”
I couldn’t reply him. My concentration was focused solely on holding the pain in, but, it was difficult to do so when he kept on moving.
“Kyle, stop!” I screamed involuntarily.
As if cold water had hit him, Kyle’s whole body suddenly froze. He remained still for what seemed like eternity and his stillness helped me adjust to the alien-like muscle inside me.
“Keya, we could—”
I placed a finger on his lips to shush him. Unexpectedly, he kissed that finger and then sucked on it, biting the pad.
“Oh!” I felt it there. What he was doing to my finger somehow the sensation of it was felt at where our bodies connected.
That was when I lost control. The thought of finding this painful soon slide off to nothingness. I titled my hips up and felt his c0ck sliding even more inside me.
Kyle grunted in response, hovering over me as he pressed his hands on other side of me. Slowly and gently he thrust inside, the thrust followed by the rotating of his hips which was felt all the way inside.
“F**k, Kyle!” I groaned suddenly.
He leaned on his elbows, increasing his pace. Although my eyes were closed, I felt his eyes on me. When I opened them, our gazes locked, our desires mirroring each other. He leaned down to kiss me and I draped my arms around him, meeting his thrusts and withdraws.
I moaned in his lips, shifted my head to kiss his neck and traced my tongue down to the base whilst he was doing wonders all the way down there. The feel of him, moving even deeper inside me, stretching me even more was becoming so unbearable it was setting over the edge again.
Kyle shifted into a kneeling position; he took one of my legs and placed on his shoulder. Both of his hands were gripping my hips as his thrust became fervent and rough. I yelled his name out loud because I couldn’t hold it any longer. He felt that I was about to come and because of that he roughly thrust in me coaxing my orgasm. I came under his body, my whole body tensing up as my orgasm took toll on me.
It was seconds later when he climaxed too; filling the CD with his ejaculation. Breathlessly, he slumped his head on my chest and breathed heavily trying to get his bearings. I ran my hand over his hair, and we stayed connected like this for a while.
When he moved out of the bed, I had on a hugs smile. I didn’t regret it one bit—what we just did—how could I when it felt like that.
After Kyle discarded the used CD, we buried ourselves under his bed sheets. He took me into his arms and my head rested on his chest. The steady beat of his heart began to lull me into sleep.
“Sweet dreams, Key.” He murmured in his sleepy tone.
“Yeah, dream of f**king my ass.” I replied.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating his whole body. We both sighed at the same time and after that I didn’t know who fell into slumber first.
✍️Authoress Ricky ✍️
To be continued…