I hear the faint knock that woke me again. This time I'm certain it's not my neighbor's door that is being assaulted, it's my own. I pull a robe around my nude body before I walk into the hall. The overhead light takes a few seconds to flicker on after I hit the switch.
"Who is it?" I call through the heavy wooden door. It's not the first time this has happened. It's actually the third. A trio of middle-aged frat boy wannabes lives in the apartment above mine. Late night pizza and beer deliveries seem to be the bane of their existence. If I can get rid of the delivery person without having to open my door to subject them to the horror of my messy bed hair, my day will start on the right foot.
"Dr. Foster." His voice calls through the silence. "I'm making a house call."
I unhinge the dual locks that keep me somewhat safe from the outside world. I swing the door open quickly and pull him inside.
His lips are on mine in an instant. His kiss is a sweet mixture of peppermint gum and coffee. "You stole my keys."
I laugh into his mouth. "You gave them to me."
It hadn't even crossed my mind to fish Ben's keys from my purse before he
kissed me goodbye on the curb in front of the hospital after hailing me a taxi. I'd like to think that it was my subconscious mind wanting to hold onto more of him, but it was so late and I was beyond tired.
"You came all this way to get them?" I lean into his body, relishing in the feel of his strong arms around me.
"No. I came here to fuck you. I'll need those keys back though, although…"
I stop him with a kiss. I didn't get past the point where he said he wanted to fuck me. My sex had been aching since last night when he brought me to the edge with his mouth. We hadn't made love before the entire night shifted into a rescue mission.
"Keep the keys." He pulls back far enough that the words linger on my cheek. "I want you to have the keys."
"No." I shake my head against his. "Not yet."
"They're just keys, Kayla." His hands are on my robe, pulling it open. "You can hide them in the bottom of your purse or a drawer here. I just want you to have them."
I work on the buttons on his dress shirt. "Do you want a key to my place?"
"I want your wet cunt around my cock." His hands drop to his pants, undoing the belt and zipper quickly. "It's been so long since I've been inside of you."
"The bedroom," I whisper into his neck. "Take me to my bedroom."
He scoops me up in one easy, graceful movement as his lush lips take over my mouth.
Chapter 14
"Stop moving." He pushes against my mound with his hand. "Kayla, Christ, just stop."
I arch my back up, pulling my chest away from his. I'd ridden his beautiful, thick sheathed cock to an orgasm already. Now, I'm sitting atop his trembling body, feeling him pulse within me. "I want you to come."
"No." He drops his cheek into the sheet. "I want to feel this. I just want you to stay like this so I can be inside of you."
I push back slightly so I can feel the pressure of his crotch against my clit. "It's so good, Ben. Please just let me fuck you."
"You need to stop talking." He laughs aloud. "Seriously, your voice is ridiculously hot when you say things like that."
"Things like what?" I clench myself around the thick root drawing out a loud, slow moan from deep within him.
"Fuck, please." His hands leap to my thighs. "You're so vocal when I'm fucking you. I love it."
"You love when I say how much I like your cock inside of me." I push back so I can trace my index finger over my clit. "You want to hear me tell you how wet I get when I know you're going to fuck me."
He stares at my hand, watching me trace lazy circles over my own desire. "I want to watch you get yourself off. I want to watch you finger your beautiful cunt."
I moan from the pure shameless of his words. "You want me to do that now?"
He pushes me back slightly. A small rush of air escapes him as his cock slides out of my body.