I wanted to go after him. It was an idea, and a bad one at that, but as I watch his mouth on Kenzie’s pussy, my raging erection is needing attention. I won’t look away. Both Kenzie and River giving in and healing one another.
I’m not judging them. I’m the most depraved man I know, and I’ve had my share of perverse moments for the night.
The sound is on, and when River gets jealous at the idea of Kenzie jerking another man off, it’s adorable, the way he heats with fury for her. Her chestnut hair falls forward in her face. The way he is multi-tasking, taking both her pleasure and his pleasure on himself, is a type of arousal I can’t explain.
I could teach them so much, so much about the life they could have. Just not sexually—however I’d school them in ways not found in most sex books. As I’ve studied to make myself a self-made man, I’ve learned how to be the best lover I can be, if only for the night. Kenzie and River make me want to keep them forever.
They’re having fun, playing around, the camaraderie, fueling the passion between them. River speeds up, pumping his cock in fast and steady strokes. I have a view of his bare ass, too. His spare hand works its way up past Kenzie’s thigh and up underneath her shirt. Fuck, why didn’t he strip her? Her tits, which have always shown a fair share of her cleavage, is a tits man’s dream, and I’m a tits man when it comes to her.
For River, it’s all about the dick, or his ass, because I’m dreaming of taking that virgin ass. And taking it deep, fast, and making love to him. As Kenzie watches us, maybe she’ll suck River’s dick, or even better—he’d be in her, while I’d be in him.
I hadn’t missed how she’d said earlier, more, River. I’ve wanted more for so long, with you and… was I the and? I want to be the name she was going to say before River cut her off.
I unzip my pants and let them drop to the floor. I make easy work of stroking my cock since I hadn’t bothered with boxers this morning.
“Make her come, boy.” The idea of sitting so close to them, as if they knew I was part of their exploration, is turning me on more. “Make her feel good, but put her first, always put her first.”
Should I stop? I know the answer to the question, but I won’t. There’s no way I’ll stop getting me off nor will I stop watching them, as his face is buried between her legs. What does she taste like? What is her aroma, and if I go to him later tonight, can I smell it and taste her?
I speed up as River is jacking off so hard but not stopping his attention on Kenzie. Fuck, I held this girl when she was just hours old. I’ve kissed her boo-boos, and now I want to kiss so much more of her.
“Make her come, now, boy. Do it.” And like he can hear me, they both come simultaneously as I follow suit.
They somehow end up on the floor of his music room, his fingers tickling up her stomach, a light tank covering her tits. “Can I ask you a question, something you may not want to answer?” River asks. I should stop watching this because it’s so very intimate. But, I don’t.
He turns toward her, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead, as she gives him a nod of her head. “Why is it you refer to your mom, not our mom, but Tanya, your biological mom, by her first name?”
“It’s a fair question,” she replies. “And you’re not the first one to ask me this.” She lets out a long deep breath. “I guess I don’t remember Tanya, not like I do with the woman we both called mom. I love Tanya; I learned through my grandparents, dad, mom, and even Isaiah, the type of wonderful person she was. She was loved by so many. She wasn’t snarky, not like me. She was the sweetheart to everyone. I love her because she gave me life, but I don’t have a connection with her, not like I had with our mom. I never remembered Tanya, but Shannon was my mom. I know it bothers my grandparents and certainly Isaiah. He all but admitted he loved Tanya.”
He pulls hair from her face, and I should stop this now, but I have to know more about what Kenzie is saying about Tanya. “Isaiah doesn’t desire you simply because you’re Tanya’s daughter; he sees you as your own being.”
“I know that. I see the way he looks at me, and truth be told, I think I’ve loved Isaiah from afar for a while. I can see how he’s been taking care of us, even if he is Isaiah.”
River lets out a laugh, and his eyes lock with mine on the screen. But there’s no way he can see the hidden camera.
“We’ll talk more tomorrow, okay, Kenz?” He stands, bringing her with him. “I can only behave for only a bit longer.”
Kenzie leaves, after another kiss from River. I wait for him to exit his music room, but he closes the door behind Kenz and comes back into view of the camera. Maybe he’s found the motivation to create some new music; I don’t know, but I watch him.
The day I turned him away, I ached for his touch. He’d willingly submitted, which I’d never seen in the kid before. It told me how much he wanted me. And fuck, did I want all of him.
My attention is focused back on the screen and his handsome face. I want to take all of him in as much as I can get. For all of the fight I’ve put up, to make him believe I’d never cared, I never stopped wanting him or wishing, that maybe one day we’d find our way back together.
“Hey, asshole.” I hear, and I think River is outside my room, but when my attention goes back to the screen, River is looking into the smaller and almost noticeable camera. “I hope you enjoyed the show.” He walks away. His ass is all I see on the screen. He switches off the lights and is out the door.
Do I go to him, do I find her, and admit the feelings I’ve had for Kenzie for some time now? She may think it’s because I loved Tanya. But I love Kenzie for so much more, things that are just Kenzie Grace Hanson. And I’ll always have this need to protect Kenzie when both her mom and dad were essentially the only family that would take me in.
I don’t think of the similarities, but Kenzie has embedded her way deep into my heart throughout the years.
The images of Kenzie’s hair falling in her face and the admission of tonight is more I want to unpack and trivialize.
“Hey, asshole.” This time, accompanied with pounding on my door, he’s just enough of this side of pissed off when I realize the door may very well lose its battle with the young eighteen-year-old, sent to what, kick my ass? I’d like to see him try.
I open the door, and his fists are balled tight. His jaw is locked, his face red as crimson.
He may want to fight me, but I can’t hold back when I swing him around, slamming him against the wall. I know what I want, and for fuck’s sake, I’m going to take it.
His face registers confusion, and the hatred in his eyes dissipates. My head is even with his, and I grind against the bulge in his pants—both of us hard again.
“You came here to give me a taste of what I missed tonight, didn’t you, boy?”
There’s a heated flame shining through in his eyes. “You want a sample of what that sweet girl tastes like?” He’s not even fighting me.
“Sweet girl; you mean your sister?” I pull for his finger I knew had been on her clit, and lick, then suck every inch of Kenzie from my boy.
“Yeah, the sweet girl you promised to watch out for, yeah, that girl.” His pitch is accusatory, but there’s truth to his words.