When we got to Killian’s house, he took me out back to his humungous swimming pool. I hadn’t packed my suit and looked around for a way out.
“You won’t need it,” he said with a sexy leer, obviously guessing what caused my anxiety.
He stripped me down, then himself, and pulled my hand until the water surrounded us. It was perfect. He began swimming laps while I leaned back on a rounded step and watched.
Maybe he was a nudist. I’d never known anyone so comfortable in their naked skin. I admired his arms as he ate up the length of the pool, turned around, and repeated the process. I lost count of his laps and just enjoyed the pool’s cool water and my favorite pair of arms in the entire world. His naked ass propelling through the water wasn’t bad either.
Eventually, those big powerful arms brought him to me. He circled my hips and lifted me half out of the pool. My palms rested on his shoulders as he held me up. For the first time, outside of me being above him in bed, I looked down at Killian MacGregor.
He was undeniably glorious.
Water dripped from his long eyelashes and streams trailed down his face and chest. His eyes stayed on mine as he lowered me, ever so slowly, with just the strength of his arms. I was Tinker Bell again. He stood me on the second step with his feet at pool level.
“Mmm. I like this,” he said in that husky, sexy voice of his.
His mouth, now even with my breast, sucked me in. Not just the nipple, but as much of my breast as he could. No man had ever done that, and the feeling was incredibly erotic. My head went back and a low moan escaped from my throat. He switched sides and I moaned again. His mouth released my breast and I looked down. He stared at me as his tongue twirled around my nipple. He played, sucked, teased, and watched me the entire time.
I decided somewhere in the back of my brain to have my first orgasm with breast stimulation only. Actually, Killian decided. He pulled me a little closer so my chin rested on the top of his head. I circled my legs around his hips. He sucked my full breast in again and a cry left my throat as my pussy zinged inside and out.
He held me close until my body returned to normal, or as normal as it could with my legs wrapped around Killian’s bare hips.
“Better,” he said against my skin after tilting me back and lowering his head.
“Better?” I asked, still woozy from my orgasm.
“I like hearing you make noise.” He kissed my abs, flicking his tongue over my flesh and making me shiver all over again from his touch.
I still felt embarrassed over his comment about me making noise.
“Truth. What are you thinking?”
I shifted back and his intense eyes stared into mine.
Honesty apparently mattered with him. “That you make me feel uncomfortable when you say things like that.”
“Good.”
I wouldn’t do it. I would not do it. “Good?” Damn it.
“You need to let go and stop thinking so much when I’m fucking you.”
He pulled me off the step against his chest and kissed me, softening his words. Every time his lips met mine felt better than the last. He worked my mouth like he worked my body.
In fifth grade, I was five foot nine inches tall. Taller than every teacher I’d ever had. I was awkward, gangly, and homely as hell. The girls didn’t play with me, the boys ran in the opposite direction, and I turned inward.
It wasn’t until high school that I started running. Slowly my coordination improved along with a small bit of confidence. Not in my looks or my size, but in my ability to be alone and enjoy things I could do by myself.
Being a track star got me no high school points in the hallways, but it gained attention from the newspapers and college scouts. I accepted the full ride to State and found a new world where acceptance wasn’t required.
Academia was my best friend until I met Amanda and Lyle. Most people would think we had nothing in common. Amanda was studying to be a kindergarten teacher and Lyle a stage actor/director. But each of us, in our own way, was a square peg in a round hole. We didn’t fit until you put our pieces against each other and then we locked tight.
Now I was naked in a swimming pool with Killian MacGregor and he made me feel beautiful. And shit, I thought to myself, I wanted nothing more than to completely let go and scream.
Killian’s body continued to press against mine and his needs became obvious. I let my fingers do the walking down his side and over his hip until I could wrap them tightly around his cock. Maybe it was because of the night with Stump, but Killian hadn’t given me any indication that he wanted my lips on him. I loved his lips on me, so turn-around was only fair.
I pulled slightly away and gathered every ounce of courage I could find.
“I want to taste you.”
His eyes closed for a moment. “Not here. Come.”
He took my hand and I followed. He dried us both off with one towel before we entered his house. He stopped at his couch, tossed a pillow on the floor, and turned toward me. I arranged the pillow and sank to my knees while he stood.
I looked up past his glorious cock, over his abs and chest and then met his eyes. “I’m not sure I’m very good at this.”
His lips quirked and his low, husky voice showed his need. “Christ…just taste, baby.”
So I did. Our bodies were so different, but I loved the way he used his lips and fingers on me, so I did the same. I explored with my mouth, and, at one point, palmed the sack of his balls. I wasn’t sure how much pressure the silky full skin could take, so I squeezed just a little. He took my hand and squeezed mine harder, teaching me what he liked. I writhed against his mouth when he did this to me and I wanted a similar reaction from him. His straining cock slid past my lips until my tongue felt the pulsing along the backside, which signaled his pending orgasm. He grabbed my hair and held my head in place while pulling away. He took hold of his cock and spurted across my breasts.
I looked up. Killian focused on his cock and my breasts. Oh, my god, it was sexy. He was sexy, and for the first time in my life, I looked down at my small breasts, covered in milky white semen, and saw…sexy.
***
We napped later in the afternoon, made more of Marty’s delicious frozen concoctions for dinner, and watched a movie on Killian’s larger-than-life television screen. I had a small blanket pulled over my completely naked body. Killian leaned back with his legs spread, wearing a pair of gray boxer briefs. My head rested on his thigh and his hand ran lazily through my hair. I loved every minute.
Killian dropped me off at my apartment at seven the next morning. I was tired, but in a good way. Now I was preparing for my class while he went to the stadium and did his professional thing. He would pick me up Friday after his practice, and we would get one more weekend before he flew to Seattle the following week.
I was having trouble with the thought of not seeing him over the next five days. When he flew out of town, it would be much longer. Only one weekend in bed with the sex slash football god and my heart clenched at the thought.
In forty-eight hours, I was now zero to Killian MacGregor, in love, and totally addicted to sex.
The week went by like a turtle on ADHD medication. Killian called each night sounding tired and irritable, but he said he just wanted to hear my voice before he kicked it. Other than his nightly voice, the week basically sucked until Thursday when I met my crew at a local restaurant bar. Amanda and Lyle were there before me and somehow managed to get a booth in the back corner away from prying ears. I knew they were both capable of camping out in the parking lot until the place opened to get that booth. I also knew they wanted the inside scoop on Killian.
They sat across the table with me in the inquisition seat. We ordered our drinks. I acted normal, took my time looking at the menu, and basically played it cool.
“What the fuck, sis?” Lyle broke first.
I glanced up. “Huh?”
Amanda jerked the menu from my hands and slammed it down on the table. I started laughing.
“You are cruel.” Amanda had her best school marm bitch-face on.
“Yes, I am, but you guys don’t really expect me to give details do you?”
“Yes,” they practically shouted at the same time.
“He’s incredibly hot.” I waited a beat, seeing displeasure written on both faces. “All over.” I felt heat rise in my cheeks.
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Talk to a brother about size.” Lyle batted his eyes.
I choked on my drink. “No.” I coughed some more. “I will not.”
“He’s so hung,” Amanda said, stretching out the “so.”
“And how would you know?” I snapped back.
“Okay, so he’s not hung.”
“I hate you and yes…he’s…god, I don’t like that expression.”
Amanda looked at Lyle and they both turned my way together.
“You didn’t show him your straitlaced side did you?” Lyle asked.
God, they drove me crazy, but I loved them. “I’m staying at his place this weekend.”
“He’s hung.” Amanda gave a knowing smile.
“Stop saying that.” In exasperation, I changed the subject. “He said I could invite the two of you to the game on Sunday and he’d really like to take you out to dinner.”
They didn’t comment on my proposal or miss a beat.
“So tell us about the sex—is it good, is he kinky, did you learn anything?” Only Lyle would ask about kink.
“Compared to your kinky shenanigans, I doubt he’d compare.”
“She said shenanigans,” Lyle teased. “He’s got to be kinky. I’ve had these dreams.”
“No,” Amanda and I said at the same time.
“Okay, but you both secretly want to know.”
“Not about Killian.”
Amanda slapped Lyle on the shoulder. “You’re letting her get away without telling the good stuff, Lyle. You know fact is better than fantasy.” She turned to me. “So tell us the facts.”
They were never going to leave me alone, so I took a deep breath. “He has a thing about nudity.” There I said it.
“As in, he doesn’t like it?” Amanda’s eyes got huge.
“No, he likes it…a lot. The less clothing the better. Even in his kitchen.”
Amanda shook her head. “Wait a minute…you’re going along with this.”
Lyle nudged her. “You’re surprised?”
“With you or me, no. With Rebecca Cavanaugh, hell yes. I’ve only seen her completely naked once.”
“Do tell.” Lyle’s eyebrows went up and down in his best imitation of a perv leer.
“You’re gay,” Amanda said with barely controlled patience.
“The two of you never seem to mind when I talk about my fuck toys. You got the inside on Miss Priss’s body over here, I get to hear it.”
“No.” Now my voice was elevating. “You will both stop talking about my body. I’d like to enjoy dinner.”
Lyle looked at Amanda. “Okay, I see your point. She couldn’t possibly be living naked in Killian MacGregor’s fuck pad.”
I ground my teeth, but then noticed they were holding back laughter. “I hate you both.”
“Na, you love us.” Lyle flashed his famous smile, the one that got him some of the hottest “fuck toys” in the area. “Ropes, leather, chains?”
My forehead hit the table and I knocked it against the wood once more for added effect. I really did love them, I reminded myself. They stuck by me freshman year with Greg and then my sophomore year with Steve. My latest dry spell with no boyfriend was completely tolerable because I had them. They knew my secrets; my fantasy white-picket fence, babies, and happily ever after. They also knew as well as I did that this type of make believe rarely came true in today’s modern world.
I needed to give a little here. “He bought me makeup and hair products for his house.”
“Now that’s kinky.” Lyle rolled his eyes.
I finally gave them the PG-13 account of the weekend, telling them almost everything, just leaving out the more intimate details. I also kept the psychologist information quiet because I hadn’t read anything about it online. I trusted my friends, but there were some things I didn’t need to share.
***
I woke up Friday morning with a smile on my face. I ran twenty miles, came home, and cleaned my apartment. I got my favorite polish out and painted my toenails bright purple. Every year on my birthday, Amanda paid for me to get a mani-pedi, and then on her birthday I paid for hers. Other than that, we were on our own.
I averaged two hundred dollars in tips on Wednesday nights and used the money for utilities and food. Anything extra went into the bar jar. Before I turned twenty-one, it was the dinner jar. That money also doubled as my savings, and I now had a little over two hundred dollars. My scholarship paid my tuition and gave me a stipend toward my apartment. A small student loan each year paid the rest. I took the bus or walked, and besides my weekly party night with Amanda and Lyle, I lived cheap. Once track season started, my travel expenses, including food, were covered. I would have about ten thousand dollars in debt when I graduated, but that was a drop in the bucket compared to most students.
What I lacked on my limited budget were dress clothes. Buying off the rack at cheap clothing outlets was difficult with my height. I scoured second-hand stores and every so often came up with a winner, but I suspected it wouldn’t be considered a prize in Killian’s world. He said he liked my short skirt, so I decided to wear it. I had a cranberry-colored blouse that I’d never worn; I had luckily found it on clearance one time when I shopped with Amanda. Normally, I would unfasten the shirt one button below my collarbone, but I decided to brave it and leave another undone. I took a long look at myself in the mirror. With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned the blouse, removed my bra, and refastened the buttons. My body type allowed me to leave off my bra, but I’d never been brave enough. I took a deep breath and continued my preparations.
There was no question about my hair. If I put it in my favorite ponytail style, Killian would have it lose five seconds after seeing me. He had a thing for hair and he liked it messy.
When five o’clock rolled around I started pacing, too nervous to sit still.
What if he changed his mind and didn’t show up?
The knock startled me and I smiled. Opening the door, he immediately moved me back and locked his mouth to mine. He smelled and tasted so far past good that I couldn’t concentrate as my arms circled behind his neck. He placed his hands on my ass and brought my needy sex firmly against his cock. Killian was very happy to see me.
He had me anticipating sex against my front door, so I moaned when he broke the kiss. His eyes traveled down my body. On the return perusal, he undid the highest closed button on my blouse and then the next.
His dimples displayed fully with his sexy grin. “I like.”
He twined my fingers with his and preceded me out the front door.
“Got your key?”
My hand went to my nearly naked chest.
“Leave it, baby. Do you have your key?”
“Yes, but I can’t go out like this.”
“I could unbutton one more and you could still go out like that. I’m starving, let’s go.”
He ushered me into his car before walking around and folding himself in. The engine started and we pulled away from the curb.
“Killian, please, I don’t feel comfortable.” Mortification caused tears in my eyes.
He pulled back over to the curb, turned my way, and gave me a solemn look. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t understand why you hide that gorgeous body.”
He leaned in and tipped my chin up. His eyes always conveyed that I was beautiful and he had such a way of making me feel like a sex goddess. To tip the scales in his favor, he took my lips in a tender, do-this-for-me kiss.
What else could I do?