His hand gripped the kitchen counter.
I moved my lips up and down his erection. "Is that good?" I asked as I pulled him out of my mouth. I looked up at him as I licked the side of his cock and cupped his balls in my hand. He didn't need to answer. It was written all over his face. Pure bliss. And seeing him like that made me want him so badly. I pressed my legs together.
"Or maybe you like this?" I brought him back to my mouth and went all the way down, pressing his tip against my throat.
"Fuck, Keira," he groaned.
I smiled and moved my mouth faster, up and down his length. His fingers tangled in my hair as he started guiding me. He had done this before. With anyone else, it would have bothered me. But when he fucked my mouth, all I could do was beg for more.
He groaned again.
I loved that sound. I reached up and touched his abs. Everything about him was so sexy. I wanted to be back in his bed, blindfolded, begging for more. But that wasn't the plan. I pulled my hand back down.
His fingers tightened in my hair as he went faster and faster. I felt his dick pulsate and then his warm liquid shot into the back of my mouth. It was sweet yet salty at the same time. And I loved it. I was as addicted to his taste as I was to the smell of him. I drank him down greedily.
"So, how was that?" I wiped the side of my mouth with my finger and slid it into my mouth as I stood up.
He lifted me up, set me on the counter, and spread my thighs with his strong hands. Everything below my waistline clench. I wanted him so badly.
His eyes locked with mine as he moved between my legs and pushed my tank top up. The feeling of his fingers pressing against my skin made my head spin.
"Rory," I said and placed my hand on his chest. Just say you want more. Say the words. Please. I didn't want to have to play games anymore. Say it!
"Keira." He gave me one of his heart stopping smiles and put his hands on both sides of my face. He leaned forward to kiss me.
Stick to the plan. "Dude, what the hell?!" My own words made me wince.
"What?" He sounded confused.
I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head. "Why do you have to make everything so weird? I have a date tonight. I just wanted your opinion..."
"Screw your date." He leaned forward again.
"You think I should screw him on the second date? I was just going to give him head. That's why I was practicing on you."
"No, I meant skip it."
"Rory, I'm not sleeping with you. Like you said, one night stands aren't really my thing. You were completely right. I didn't realize what I was getting myself into. I need something more."
He didn't say anything.
Say something! I pleaded with him with my eyes. Say something, damn it! But he just stood there, with his hands on my face.
"So I'm going on my date tonight." I pushed his hands off the side of my face and pulled my shirt back down. "But first I have some work to do." I hopped off the kitchen counter and walked over to the front door.
"Can we at least talk about this?"
"There really isn't anything to talk about. I'm not going to sleep with someone who won't even take me out on a date." Please get the hint. Ask me out. Please! I wrapped my hand around the doorknob.
He ran his hand though his hair. "Where are you going?"
"To the office." It wasn't a lie. I needed to talk to Judy. She should have told me if my picture was going to be printed in the paper. "Thanks for breakfast," I said as I looked down at his cock. I bit my lip and quickly closed the door behind me before I could give in to my desires.
***
I sat down on a bench outside my office building and put my face in my hands. All Rory had to say was that it could be more. All I needed were those words. And more could have meant anything at this point. I just didn't want it to be one more time. Twice was just as bad as once. No. It was better. I needed him again. I wanted him to fuck me right there on the kitchen counter. I crossed my legs. It was impossible to think straight when I was this turned on.
Judy wanted me to somehow make it into friends with benefits. If he didn't want to be my boyfriend, maybe that could work. At this point none of it mattered. I needed him again. My mind was completely fixated. And I knew he wanted me too. He had tried to come onto me twice since our one night stand. Both times I had been incredibly forward, but that didn't matter. Friends with benefits. That sometimes turns into love and marriage, right?
I lifted my head out of my hands and stood up. Maybe Judy would be able to help me. I rolled my eyes at myself. Judy didn't care about me at all. She just wanted a good story. I walked into the office building that The Post was in and pressed the elevator button. The doors opened and I stepped on.
I got off on the seventh floor and walked toward Judy's office. "Hey, Liz, is Judy in?" I asked the receptionist outside Judy's office.
"Yeah, one sec, Keira." She lifted up the phone and pressed a few buttons. "Keira's here." She paused for a second. "Okay," Liz said and hung up the phone. "You can go ahead in."
I couldn't help but think that Judy didn't actually need a receptionist. Whenever I came to the office Judy never seemed to be busy. I knocked on the door and walked in. Judy was sitting behind her desk. She motioned for me to sit down across from her.
"Judy, why didn't you tell me that my article was going to have a picture of me next to it? I asked to be as anonymous as possible with all my articles."
She smiled at me. "Great news, Keira. The editor-in-chief loved your article even more than the original pitch. And it's getting great buzz online. We'll need another one for tomorrow's paper."
She had completely ignored my comment. But the editor-in-chief had never said anything to me about my work before. That was really good news. The pit in the bottom of my stomach didn't allow me to enjoy it, though. "Can my picture please not be part of tomorrow's article?"
"Sorry, Keira. It's over my head. The editor-in-chief wanted our readers to be invested in the story. Seeing your face next to the article is important."
"Please, Judy. I..." I took a deep breath. "I know that all the readers have read about is my crush at this point, but it's more than that now. I'm falling for him."
"You should really keep your work and your love life separate. It's journalism 101."
"Judy, I'm begging you."
"There isn't anything I can do. It's over my head."
"But if he sees the article, there won't be any story left to tell."
"Then get everything you need for the story before he sees the article."
I sat there and stared at her. That's what I had tried to do earlier. But Rory wouldn't agree to more. He just wanted another casual hookup. I needed more time. Friends with benefits couldn't be the only conclusion to my article. I needed it to be more compelling than that, despite what Judy said. I wanted Rory to change. Not just for the sake of the story, but for the sake of my sanity. I swallowed but my mouth felt dry.
"What are you doing sitting there? Go get me my story."
I stood up. Every inch of me wanted to quit. I wanted to tell her to go screw herself. And I wanted to run home into Rory's arms and confess how much I liked him. But his arms weren't waiting for me. He didn't care how much I liked him. All he wanted was sex.