Chapter 9
“What are you doing up here in the middle of the night?” Chris scolded me.
“I had to get a photo.”
“I hope it was worth it, you look like you almost died.”
He took off his shirt and pressed it up against my head. Again with the shirtless body, it was an immediate distraction. Even in my state of pain, I could still appreciate the defined muscles of his body.
“It was,” I smiled.
I then pulled my camera up and clicked a photo of him standing over me. It was an innocent photo, just for fun. The look that filled his eyes was nothing at all fun though.
“Delete it,” he demanded.
“Oh why, you look so chivalrous coming to my rescue,” I joked.
The joke did not sit well with him at all. A scowl came across his face and his eyes hardened. I really had no choice but to delete it. I was no match for him.
“Thank you.”
His face softened right back up the second I deleted the photo.
“I don’t think I can walk, my ankle is hurt.”
“Well, I’m sure we can figure something out.”
Without another word, his arms swept under me and lifted me up. I held on for dear life and he made fast work of descending the large hill. His power was more than I could have imagined by looking at him, or even when I touched him. Each muscle moved precisely with the others and he seemed to not even need to look out for the trees. He moved with large steps around all the obstacles until we reached the bottom of the hill.
“I can try walking from here so you can rest,” I said as I saw sweat forming on his brow.
“That’s ridiculous. Just hang on, we’ll be home soon.”
He didn’t even consider my idea. His arms continued to hold me firmly against his body as he made his way down the sidewalk back toward our homes. I watched him as he walked and there was a determination in his face that I had not seen on another person ever. I know that I must have been heavy by now. Even my tiny frame would wear on a normal person. Chris seemed a little superhuman. His muscles bulged as he walked with big strides. It took about ten minutes and we were finally at my door.
“Set me down, I can walk from here.”
“Where’s your key?”
“It’s unlocked.”
“Really Katelyn, you leave your door unlocked in the middle of the night?”
He scowled me again, but I just smiled as he brought me in and set me down on the couch. I waited for him to sit down next to me. He had to have been exhausted, but he never stopped to rest. Instead, he went to the bathroom and looked through the cabinets, coming back with my small first aid kit.
“How bad is it?” I asked as he looked at my head.
“You’ll live,” he smiled.
I sat there with my lips only inches away from his stomach as he stood and cleaned up my head cut. Every part of me yearned to let my lips touch his body. I imagined the salty taste of his sweat on my lips.
I licked my lips.
“Don’t move, I’m cleaning this.”
“I’m sorry,” I smiled as I looked up at him.
“Stop smiling. You could have been really hurt.”
“I’m sorry.”
He finished up with my head and moved to my ankle. As he pushed on it, and maneuvered it, I didn’t feel like it was as bad as I first thought.
“Severely bruised and possibly sprained, but I don’t think it’s broken.”
“Thank you,” I said as I licked my lips again.
It was unconscious at first, but as I finished licking them, I realized how intently he was watching my lips. He wanted them. Our eyes locked onto each. His eyes had hunger in them that I couldn’t describe. The best way I think would be the feeling of lust. My breath quickened as he moved closer to me. He sat down on the footstool and let his hands gently touch my knees.
“You’re welcome,” Chris said as his eyes panned down to my thighs.
I had been wearing some tan hiking shorts and a white tank top. They both now had splatters of blood on them. Without warning, Chris thrust my legs apart and moved down onto his knees in between them. He left his hands on my thighs as he leaned in and kissed me.
This time the kiss didn’t start sweet at all. It was filled with passion and desire. He acted like he couldn’t hold it in another second and had to taste me. Chris wrapped his hands around my ass and pulled me in tight against him. His mouth wrapped around mine and his tongue searching throughout my mouth. His hands reached around to my tank top and grabbed the bottom of it, slowly pulling it up and over my head. My white lace bra was exposed, but he made quick work of releasing me from it.
I turned my neck to the side as Chris let his mouth move from my lips down the nape of my neck. Soon he reached my nipple and pulled it into his mouth tightly. The force at which he sucked sent tingles of pain and desire throughout my body. He sucked hard and I arched my back to press into the motion. The more he sucked, the more I pressed toward him. I could have cum right there if he had continued with that hard sucking motion. Instead, he let his lips move down my stomach and gently pressed me back onto the couch. He lingered around my waist to my shorts as his hands slipped up and unbuttoned them.
“Lift,” he ordered.
I obliged him and lifted my hips off the couch. He pulled my shorts and panties off in one swift motion.
His hands thrust my hips apart and his lips kissed up my thighs to my wetness.
I inhaled, trying to catch my breath. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel his lips on every inch of my body.
Chapter 10
If I thought he was good at kissing, that was nothing compared to his other oral skills. I held on to the couch as my body pulsed against his tongue. He moved fast and hard, then slow and soft. I didn’t know what to expect from one moment to the next. My body didn’t know either. I could feel the build-up and I tightened my thighs around him to try and slow his progress. There was no stopping him though; he grabbed my ass and held me tightly against his tongue. I tried to pull away, but that just made him more determined.
As my body started to fill up and I couldn’t take another moment, I relaxed and let myself cum and a shiver of ecstasy flowed through me. Surely he would stop now; I had just given in to his pleasure. He stood up quickly and I could see the bulge in his pants. His desire for me was strong and I felt the same. I wanted him. Even after the shiver of the explosion, I still longed to feel him inside of me.
Without hesitation, he threw my naked body over his shoulder and he made his way up the stairs toward my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” I giggled. I was feeling a bit silly with my bare ass in the air.
“Quiet down,” he laughed as he swatted my butt.
He gently threw me onto the bed then stood there looking at me. The hard desire of his eyes was no match for me and I looked away. I heard the zipper of his pants and the sound of them hitting the ground and my curiosity got the best of me.
I looked with the intention of only glancing quickly, but when I saw him standing there in all his glorious hardness I couldn’t look away. His body was chiseled even more than I could have imagined. Muscles stretched over every last part of him. I watched as his cock stood erect for me and without thinking about it, I licked my lips again.