Our call is quick and to the point. She has one ready to go and will give it to Leo, thank goodness. I’m going to need that sweet decadence in order to get through this ordeal, that’s for sure.
Eight
Bridger
The sound of my name wakes me from a deep sleep. It may have been the best sleep I’ve ever had. Part of that could be because I’m wrapped around Kellie, my hand under her tank top, her firm breast in my hand, the other under her neck, all the while her ass is grinding into my rock-hard cock.
After dinner and dessert, we hung out on the couch until I noticed Kellie’s eyes were starting to close. I’m not sure if that was from the food, the glass of wine, the day she had, or the accumulation of it all.
“Bridger,” she moans again. I squeeze her closer to my body, trying my hardest to get her to quit squirming on my cock. I count to ten, breathe out. When that doesn’t work, I work my way through who I’ll be picking for this season’s fantasy football league. A game Slade, Drake, Leo, Drake’s brothers, and I take part in every year. Nothing like winning an easy six thousand dollars and having fun while doing it. But hell, even that doesn’t work, especially when she rolls toward me. I have no other option—she’s lost in her sleep. I roll over onto my back. Kellie tangles her leg with mine. The soft palm of her hand lands on my lower stomach, causing me to suck in my breath before thinking of something else. Counting and football didn’t work, so this time, I conjure up the things my mom needs me to do around her house, the way my sisters annoy the hell out of me needing me to fix this or that for them. I take another breath. Finally, that causes my aching cock to go down. I’ve had a case of blue balls for more months than I could count, but they’re worth it if it means I get to sleep beside Kellie.
I close my eyes, pace my breathing with hers, trying to get back to sleep when her fingers tease the edge of the shorts I wore to bed. The breathless way she’s saying my name in her sleep has me ready to jump out of the bed and sleep on her small couch.
“Kellie.” My hand that is wrapped around her hip comes up to tangle in her hair. I’m going to have to wake her up. There’s no way I’ll allow this to go any farther unless she’s awake and a willing participant. Even then, I’ll probably worry the entire time.
“Hmm,” she mumbles.
“Your hands, sunshine. I’m going to need you to move them,” I groan out, throwing my head back as her hand delves further into my shorts, playing with the trail of hair that leads to my cock.
“I’m awake, Bridger. I want to feel you.” Kellie lifts her head. The night light in the hall is giving me just enough light to see her face.
“You sure? We don’t have to do anything. It’ll go away,” I promise.
“I’m positive. I’ve dreamt about this for so many nights now. Please let me feel you come with my hands.” Her voice is husky with sleep.
“Fuck.” I give her what she wants. I’d be a fool to push her away. Something tells me Kellie needs this as badly as I do.
“Does that mean yes?” she asks, her questing hands still lingering right above my cock.
“Yeah, sunshine. I’ll always give you what you ask for.” I move my hands off her body. I’m going to let her do this on her own.
“Good,” she purrs. Her voice has taken on a needy quality. My head slams back on the pillow beneath me, my fists holding it tight as I do.
She skates the tips of her fingers down my length, her other hand trying to pull my shorts down as she goes. I lift my hips, and she pulls them down as far as they’ll go. In a perfect world, we’d both be naked, skin to skin. This is Kellie’s show though, and I’ll let her lead the way.
As if her fingers aren’t enough, Kellie does the unthinkable, she scoots down my body, the ends of her hair trailing a path along my skin and heightening my pleasure.
“Shit, Kel. You don’t have to do that,” I groan when I feel her tongue come out to lick the tip of my cock.
“But I want to,” she says before licking up the pre-cum that seems to be dripping out of me at a record speed.
A moan escapes at the way she’s licking the underside of my shaft, following the vein until she reaches the head again. When her mouth engulfs me, I know I’m fucking toast.