“I think I’m just going to head home. I actually am tired,” I lie. “Plus,” I add laughing, “I don’t think Katie would approve of me sleeping on her couch. Maybe next time?”
Tamia looks rejected as if wanting to say something else, to my secret delight, but forces a smile. “Yeah, sure. Be careful driving home.”
“Of course. Goodnight, Tamia.” I know I’m doing the right thing, but I don’t want to leave her.
“Night Kellen,” she whispers.
And with that, I was out the door.
Eight
Tamia
As soon as Kellen leaves, I take a long shower. I stand under the shower spray as the water cascades down my body, hoping it will wash all thoughts of Kellen from my mind. The way he looked at me with those intense blue eyes and how he touched and kissed me while we danced.
I let out a deep, frustrated breath and struggle to shake my thoughts of him. Tamia, he’s taken even though he and Ashley agreed to take a break from their relationship and see other people while she’s in New York, I chant like some ancient ritual. What’s going to happen when she returns? I rationalize that he did those things not knowing what he was actually doing. He did have a few beers tonight. Maybe that could explain his behavior, right?
Deciding not to put too much thought into it, I finish washing my body, rinse off, and get out. After drying off and brushing my teeth, I put on a pink lace, thin-strap tank, along with a pair of matching boy shorts. After applying face moisturizer and body lotion, I’m finally ready for bed. As I enter the bedroom, I’m startled when I see Kellen sitting on my bed.
“Shit, you scared me.” I hold my chest to calm my erratically beating heart.
“Sorry,” he smirks. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I’m standing in the middle of my room, staring at his sexy ass. “I thought you left?”
He looks down at his hands, contemplating his answer. When he looks back up at me, I can see the look in his eyes. It’s one of pure lust, and at that moment, I know I am in trouble. I move toward my dresser to put some distance between us, but Kellen stands, grabs my arm, and pulls me to him. He’s sitting on my bed again, and I’m now standing between his legs.
“Don’t run from me, Tamia.”
“Kellen!” I gasp when he pulls my hands behind my back and sucks my left nipple through the lace fabric. I let out a strangled moan and squirm against his mouth. My knees buckle, but he doesn’t let me fall. He lifts my tank over my head, drags it down my arms, and secures it around my wrists so I can’t move them.
“I’ve dreamed for months about what your breasts would look like.” He stands, picks me up, and gently lays me down on my bed on my back. He hovers above me. “They’re beautiful.” He lowers his head and circles his tongue around my right nipple, causing my hips to buck off the bed and grind against his impressive erection. “And they taste amazing.” He alternates by sucking and running his tongue over each nipple.
He’s going to make me come at this rate.
“Damn, Tamia, I want you so bad.” He kisses a path down my stomach, bending and spreading my legs wide. “You’re so fuckin’ flexible.” He rubs his nose up and down the slit of my pussy that’s covered by the thin cotton fabric of my boy shorts. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re coming all over my tongue.”
My bound hands grip my comforter and I bite down on my lower lip to muffle my panting.
“Is that all right with you? Can I taste your pussy?”
His eyes dart up to mine, awaiting my answer. After a moment of silence and no response from me, Kellen takes that as a yes and begins to pull my boy shorts away from my body. He positions his head between my legs and gently runs his fingers over my waxed pussy before lowering his head to give it a sweet, toe-curling kiss. He raises up and removes his shirt, gracing me with tanned skin covered in tattoos, then he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his dick out. It’s long and thick with veins crisscrossing in every direction. He wraps his fingers around it and starts stroking it slowly. My eyes widen. “The only thing fuckin’ your pussy tonight will be my tongue, baby.”
He licks down my left thigh until he reaches my pussy. He separates my pussy lips, exposing the pink center, and slides two fingers inside of me, working them in and out and in different angles. “Damn, you’re so wet and tight.”
I can’t take it anymore. I feel like I am about to explode from the overwhelming sensations. I lift my hips off the bed and move in rhythm to his fingers, trying to relieve the pressure building inside of me.
Kellen slowly removes his fingers and massages my pussy juices up and down the length of his dick, while licking small circles around my opening before dipping his tongue inside, so deep as if trying to reach my cervix.
I allow him to explore every inch of my pussy with his talented mouth while quietly calling out his name and holding back my wails of pleasure.
Kellen lifts his head and licks his lips. “Is there something wrong with my pussy-eating skills?” he asks, still stroking his dick.
“No!” I respond breathily.
“Then why are you holding back. Don’t I make you feel good?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Then I want to hear you, Tamia. Whenever I’m eating your pussy, I want to know that it feels good to you, okay?”
I nod.
He reclaims his spot between my legs and continues French kissing my nether lips, and all I can do is take it and love every minute of it.
“Come for me, Tamia,” Kellen orders as he captures my clit into his mouth and sucks deeply. I feel my body start to spasm, then I scream and explode into his mouth, jerking uncontrollably beneath his vice-like grip. He continues to lick and suck until I have nothing left to give. Then he comes to his knees, pumps his dick, and releases his cum all over my chest and stomach.
Nine
Kellen
As soon as I know Tamia is asleep, I get dressed and head back to my apartment. Several hours later, I’m lying in bed, thinking about how I just cheated on my girlfriend. Happy or not, I should’ve waited until things were officially over between Ashley and me before crossing the line with Tamia. I’ve never been the type of guy who cheats on his girlfriend, but last night, I really fucked up by eating Tamia’s pussy as if it was the answer to all things. I refuse to blame my actions on being drunk because I wasn’t, and deep down, my feelings for Tamia have been building up to that moment since that day I first met her. Then, last night at the party, I couldn’t take my eyes off her or stop touching her.
All I had to do was take my ass home to my own bed, but no… I went back to Tamia’s apartment, into her bedroom, and waited like the cheating bastard I am for her to finish up in the bathroom. And when she came out, I took one look at her in those short shorts and that skimpy tank with her nipples straining against the thin fabric and claimed her, and I left, still wanting more.
Ashley is a great girl, and I really do care about her, but I can’t help that I want Tamia, too. I know I have some tough decisions to make, and I need to make them soon. Ashley isn’t expected back for a couple of days, so I have time to figure out how to explain this situation to her. I’ve really fucked up and need to figure this shit out.