“I don’t mean to sound fucking cliché,” he murmurs around the trunk, his eye squinting through the gray smoke. “But I don’t do the whole kissing thing.”
I cock my head. “What makes you think I do?”
His arm wraps around my back, raising his lips up to kiss my collarbone before chuckling deeply and leaning over to put the smoke out in his glass of vodka. He grips me from behind my thighs and falls onto his back, burying his face in the curve of my neck. “Fuck me.”
I turn my head to the side so he can get more access as he directs me over himself. I whimper, falling onto his chest while twirling my tongue up his chest and toward his neck, nibbling at his skin while rolling my hips over his hard shaft. Dragging his tongue over from the center of my chest, he leaves a trail of soft groans until he bites on the bone of my jaw. I tighten around him as I take hold of that sinister climb, wanting, needing to feel him release inside of me. We haven’t had the contraception talk, but I know I’m on the pill and have been ever since I got my period. He leans forward and sucks my nipple into his mouth, looping and snaking his tongue over my piercing. Everything releases, including my control, when I crash around him. My thighs shake, my lips quivering as he follows closely behind, pulsing inside of me and holding my ass down to suck in every single drop. We take a few breaths, me lying on top of him with his arm locked around my waist, when my eyes start to feel heavy and lazy. I won’t sleep because I know that would be me losing, but all that weed has affected my muscles, and after all the sex, sex that I have never had before, I can’t seem to find the will to stay awake.
He reaches for the sheets with one hand while the other stays around me.
“You know…” I murmur sleepily. “I might need to surrender.”
Kyrin chuckles softly, his chest jolting beneath my cheek. “Yeah? You don’t say.”
“I thought I could keep up. You know, with everything they made me do at Patience—”
His body noticeably stills. I continue, pushing through my yawn. “But I’ve never had an orgasm during sex, so I think I should be given some leeway.”
“Sleep.” He doesn’t even finish the word before my body turns limp.
I wake the next morning with Kyrin’s heavy arm clinging to my side, slick with sweat. I remember everything about what happened early this morning, but why? Why him? Why did it feel different to have sex with Kyrin and to kiss Eli? I shuffle to turn around and face him when his arm locking around my waist halts all movement.
“Stop moving unless you’re going to move onto my dick.”
I reach backward to find him already hard and pressing against my ass.
“Mmmm,” he groans, sinking his teeth into the nape of my neck. “You fucked up now.”
There’s a bang on the door, and then I hear Saskia yell on the other side. “Kyrin, leave Lilith alone! I need girl time!” she whines, and I stifle a laugh.
Kyrin throws a pillow at the door. “Come back in a week.”
Sass bangs the door again and I tap his arm. “Looks like you’re going to have to let me out after all.”
Kyrin releases his grip and flings his arm over his eyes, but I catch the smirk teasing his mouth. Hot wires coil deep in my belly, but I ignore it, reaching for my pajamas. My torn pajamas. I walk to his dresser and open the top drawer, finding a casual cotton T-shirt and throwing it over my head. When I turn around to face him, his eyes are on my legs, crawling up my body.
“Get out. Now, before I fuck you until you can’t perform,” he growls, squeezing his dick. “Now, Lilith. Fuck.”
I still don’t listen, sizing up whether I should just crawl back into bed with him. He looks too sexy for this time of the morning, with perfect bedhead, sleepy, lazy eyes, and a flush over his cheeks that only makes him look tanned. He jumps from the bed to chase me and I scream, bolting for the door and swinging it open while crashing into Sass’s chest. I reach backward for the handle and close the door behind myself.
“Yeah, you better fucking run!” Kyrin calls out through the other side.
I smile at Sass. “Sorry.”
She makes her way downstairs, rolling her eyes. “I figured it would have been a little longer than three days, but okay.”
I follow her down, piling my sex hair on top of my head. I smell like Kyrin. His cum would probably be dried on my tits if it hadn’t been for all the sex we had after that, with our sweat rubbing it off.