Nodding his way, I smiled at Isabella. “Thanks for everything.”
She surprised me by pulling me for a hug. “Don’t forget what I said,” she whispered.
*****
On the ride to work Kellan was so silent. Tension was radiating from his body, I didn’t know how to act or what to say. The music in the car was loud, like he was warning me not to talk. I had so many questions to ask. I didn’t know why he brought me to his mother’s house or what that meant for us. I didn’t know why he was distant to me or what was bothering him. As questions swirled around my head I tried my hardest to not say anything until he broke the silence, but I couldn’t help myself.
Turning down the volume of the music I murmured, “Your mom is so nice.”
As an answer he only nodded his head after looking at me from the corner of his eye. Sighing, I tried my chance once more, “Do you visit your mom often?”
“Not so often,” he answered, reluctantly.
He was so playful, excited in the morning. His eyes were shining bright as we drove to the farm after breakfast, after the phone call he changed, turning into this distant shell of him.
“Thanks for showing me the farm, it was so beautiful. And… meeting your mom was a pleasure,” I tried again before adding playfully, “I couldn’t find time to ride, though.”
I was expecting him to smirk, return to his playful self with the mention of riding. I wanted him to say something, anything… wanted to close this emotional distance he put between us.
I was confused when he turned toward a parking lot that looked like a truck stop. He stopped at a concealed spot and turned to me. I was about to ask what he was doing, but the look in his eyes stopped me. He was looking at me with confusion, pain, desperation, and lust. Putting his hand to my neck he pulled me close to him.
“Please, shut up,” he whispered to my lips. His voice wasn’t terse, he was begging. Before I could contemplate a sentence, he continued, “You’re making me question things, creating a chaos inside me. Please, just shut up.”
“Kellan…” I breathed out, but he put a small kiss on my lips to stop me.
“I need you,” he said, urgency in his voice as he pulled me onto his lap. I was curious of what he’d say so I kept silent as he continued to move with desperate urgency. I felt his confusion, anger, and lust merged together. He really needed me, but I had no idea why… or what that meant. No matter how confused I was, my arousal got intensified as he pushed down his zipper.
He kept talking, most likely to himself, “I want my cock deep inside you.”
He captivated my body, making me his slave like he always did. Our relationship was highly sexual, the best possible way, I was aware of that. But also, our relationship was confusing me –one moment we were communicating like a real couple, the next we were distant like the Earth and the moon.
I moaned when I felt the tip of his cock between my pussy lips. I could question our relationship as much as I wanted, but at the end, with only one look from him I was soaking wet, drowned in lust, and desperate for him.
He pushed his cock inside me, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly like he was trying to keep me there.
“Kellan…” I moaned, arching my back at the sensation.
“This… this is the best place…” he groaned into my neck. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, balancing myself against his hard and deep thrusts.
“There is no question I need to answer, no unnamed feeling, no worry when I’m inside you,” he half whispered half groaned.
His words were stirring something inside me, confusing me with their possible meanings, but his body was making me forget everything I couldn’t grasp.
An alarm was ringing in my mind, telling me that we needed to talk not fuck, that this thing between us shouldn’t be this way. My heart was screaming at me that our relationship wasn’t a romantic fairytale like I wanted to believe. The voices in my head were telling me that he wasn’t my Prince Charming. The questions were coming from every direction yet instead of stopping him I wanted more.
He kissed, bit, and licked every inch of skin he could reach. Our pelvises moved in sync, projecting the slow dance of sex.
“Why can’t I get enough of you? Why are the things that were once so simple are now so much better, but also so much more complicated with you?” he whispered, crooning my face in his hands.
Grinding my hips, I put my palms on his cheeks. Our eyes locked in the most intense way like we could find all the answers in the world in each other’s eyes.
“I don’t know,” I panted, letting him kiss me as pleasure threatened to consume my body.
“Look at me, babe,” he whispered on my lips, “Look at me when you come.”
He used that word again, causing pleasure to erupt in my heart as well as my body.
And I lost myself… not only to the pleasure, but also to him.