“You thought that was hot?” I back up slightly and take his dick in my hand. “Wait until you see me get you off.”
Blakely
“What day do you leave?” Keegan asks. Based on the sunlight shining in through the window, I know it’s morning, but I’m not sure how early or late it is. We’re both lying in his bed, still naked—the way we fell asleep last night after we successfully got each other off several more times before we both passed out. More than once, we came close to having sex, but he stopped it from happening, saying he wanted to make sure if we did have sex, neither of us was intoxicated. I give him a lot of credit, because if it were up to me, we would’ve been fucking like jackrabbits all night.
“Saturday morning. Check-out is at noon.”
His fingers run through my hair, and he pushes a wayward strand behind my ear. “I leave Friday morning.” He frowns. “That means we only have today left.”
“Then we better make the most of it,” I tell him with a smile, refusing to let the idea of our time coming to an end ruin the time we have left together. As much as I’m enjoying his company, I have no intention of seeing him again after this trip. In less than two months I’ll be graduating and moving to South Carolina. I’m not about to start something I know I can’t finish.
Pulling the covers off our bodies, I run into the bathroom so I can get ready for the day. After going pee, I put my now dry bathing suit back on, then steal Keegan’s toothbrush. I don’t have any toiletries here, and there’s no way I’m not brushing my teeth. Not when I plan to have Keegan’s mouth on mine as much as possible over the next twenty-four hours. He laughs when he follows me in a few minutes later and catches me rinsing it off.
Hopping onto the counter, I watch as he goes about getting ready, pulling his board shorts on and brushing his teeth. He lifts his arms up to put deodorant on, and the corded muscles of his biceps flex. When he catches me watching him, he smirks but doesn’t call me out on it. Instead, he moves in front of me and, spreading my thighs, stands between my legs. His hands land on the tops of my thighs, and he runs his palms along my flesh, eliciting goose bumps along my skin.
My fingers entwine in his hair, and I pull his face to me, our mouths fusing. His tongue finds mine, and we explore each other’s mouths. I’ve kissed him so many times in the last twenty-four hours, but I can’t seem to get enough. Soft. Hard. Rough. Demanding. Every kiss with Keegan is different. An experience.
One of his hands comes up and pulls my bikini top to the side, exposing my breast. With his thumb and forefinger, he tweaks my nipple, and my pussy clenches in response. His other hand delves into my bottoms, pushing the thin material aside and thrusting his thick fingers inside of me. Not a single word is spoken as Keegan expertly brings me closer and closer to my orgasm.
Just before I allow myself to fall off the edge, I reach down and grip his dick, silently telling him what I want. Keegan breaks our kiss, and reaching over to where he left his wallet on the counter, grabs a condom, bites the edge, and rips it open. In a quick, deft motion, he rolls the condom onto his long, hard length. I think he’s going to fuck me right here, on the counter, so I’m shocked when he lifts and carries me back into the room, throwing me onto the center of the bed. After pulling my bikini bottoms down my legs and tossing them to the side, he pushes my legs apart and then crawls up my body, his hands and arms caging me in on either side of my head. His mouth dips down and covers mine at the same time he enters me. The kissing and fucking starts off slow and tender as we learn each other’s bodies. But with each thrust, we become more ravenous. Our bodies connecting on a level I’ve never felt before.
Keegan’s mouth leaves mine and lands on my breast, his tongue licking and sucking, his teeth biting my nipple until it becomes deliciously sensitive. Then he moves to the other one, giving it the same attention. My body becomes enflamed by his touch, and my hips rise to meet his, thrust for thrust, needing him deeper, harder. He understands my wordless demand and picks up his speed, pounding into me with abandon until we both come completely undone.
Keegan stills, and I can feel his throbbing dick inside me, the warmth of his release through the latex. His head drops, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, raining kisses along my damp skin.