Embrace the character

I lifted my head. “Calling the name of your beloved will not change the fact that I am with you, not him.”

What the fuck was I saying?”

She lifted her head, looking down at me with a confused look. Still making eye contact, I lowered my head and kissed the upper edge of her stomach. I could see how fast she was breathing as I kissed her again, slightly lower. “Do you want me to continue, Princess?” Another kiss. Another. Another. I was at her bellybutton and continuing lower.

“Give me the word and I’ll stop, Princess.” More kisses. I was almost to her jeans. A few more kisses and my lips brushed against her jeans and stopped. Glancing up at her, she was still staring at me. “What will it be, Princess? Shall we stop here? A single word from you and you can go back to your beloved fiancee.” As I spoke, my hand moved to the front of her jeans. “Or…” I said as I slowly undid the button that held the top of her jeans together. The top separated slightly, held up by the zipper below it.

“I want…” she breathed. My eyes never left hers as I slowly pulled at the zipper. “I want you…”

“What, Princess? Tell me what you want.”

Her lips quivered. I would have paid any amount to know what she was thinking. Hell, I wanted to know what I was thinking. The way she was looking at me was kind of frightening. There was something primal there, and the intensity was making me lose my nerve. Her lips moved, but I heard nothing.

“You will have to speak louder, Princess.”

“…stop.”

“What?” I cupped my ear, leaning towards her.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped out.

“So easily you abandon your beloved.” By now, I had her jeans open enough to see the matching black panties. Holy shit, she was soaked. I began kissing where I left off, moving down. I tugged at her jeans, pulling them down as I went. I stopped at her panties. My hands ran along her muscular thighs. I was kneeling at the edge of the bed. Thank god for that, because I was sporting one hell of an erection. I kissed one leg before moving to the other. Ever so slightly, I pressed my finger against the wet spot on her panties. A loud gasp answered. I looked up, seeing she had dropped her head back against the bed. “Princess, does your beloved do this to you?”

Looking down at me, she was a mess. Between the bunched up clothes exposing her breasts and the thin sheen of sweat covering her face, there was a wild look in her eyes. “Yes.”

“Hmm. Is he the only one who does this to you?”

That look was there again. Confusion, but something else. “Yes.”

“Is that true?” I ran a finger over the fabric of her panties. I could feel the pressure of her on the other side. She threw her head back. Slowly, back and forth my finger moved before I stopped. “Tell me the truth, Princess.”

“Yes.”

“You’re lying,” I said. I pressed harder. I think I was losing myself. Were we still pretending at this point? “I want the truth, Princess.”

Nervously, I pushed the fabric of her panties aside enough to allow me access. Gently, I found what I was looking for and carefully slid my middle finger into her. I was glad I started with one finger. She was tight enough already. Nervously, I watched her for her reaction as I slowly pulled out. At the same time, I curled my finger ever so slightly, just enough to put light pressure on the upper area as I dragged my finger out.

The effect was immediate. “N-n-no!” she buckled, crying out. Actually, that was really loud. Her body was shaking. Was she having an orgasm? But I wasn’t really doing anything special… She was making noises like she was crying and gasping at the same time. The tension left all at once, leaving her flopped back against the bed. I could hear her gasping for breath.

Wow. She did cum. She definitely did.

It was like a switch flipped inside me. I made Kaylee cum, but I wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. She had told me she was capable of multiple orgasms. After all, wasn’t that one of the reasons why she liked Sean? If he could do it, then I needed to be able to do that as well.

“You dirty princess!” Grabbing the sides of her panties, I pulled them down with some force. My breath caught as I got a clear view of her glistening slit. Above it was a thin strip of carefully maintained blond hair. I had originally planned to eat her out, but in the moment, I felt intimidated. My confidence nosedived at the prospect of trying it. Besides, I think I was onto something here, and I needed my mouth free for other things.

Biting my lip, I went for it. Moving between her legs, I watched as my middle finger pressed against her tight lips. They gave way and my finger found its way inside her again. I could feel her tighten against my finger and I only wished it was something else inside her. I understood why she had an active dislike for the ‘Hung’ category now.

She moaned loudly as my finger reached its deepest point.

“Scott,” she groaned.

“Still calling that name while with another man?” Once more, I put a little pressure on her as I slowly pulled my finger out. She really liked that. I could feel the sweat running down my face as I nervously tried it again. This time, I put a little more pressure. Each time, I gaged her reaction. “How does that feel, Princess?” She only gave me an unintelligible groan. “Do you want me to stop, Princess?” I got a clear ‘no’ to that. I grinned. I started moving a little faster, trying to get into a rhythm of things. I knew she was enjoying it, but damn my finger was already hurting. I didn’t dare stop. I had a goal, and I was going to reach it damn it.

I paused long enough to climb up onto the bed. It was a bit awkward, but I wanted to see her face. I started moving my hand again, my eyes eating up the sight of her squirming against the bed. I leaned closer, my voice a whisper. “Look at you princess. For all your concern about your beloved, I see you are already forgetting him.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “N-not true.”

“You’re body doesn’t lie, Princess. This body of yours knows the touch of a man. It craves it.” She groaned. My hand felt like it was on fire, but I refused to stop. I increased my pace. “Tell me, Princess. Are you like this with all your other men? Don’t lie saying there are no others.”

Kaylee was panting. She rolled onto her side. It was harder to keep up my pace with the weight of her leg on my hand. Her hands grabbed at my shirt. One squeezed my arm painfully. “Oh. Oh god. Scott. Scott.” She let out a desperate moan. Her eyes were wide as they looked up at me. She was confused, searching my face for some sort of answer. Why was I saying this? Was this all just a part of the game? Why the hell was she like this? I held her gaze as we descended into the madness together. It was almost like someone else was talking.

“It’s not just this, is it? Oh no. You would never be satisfied with just this. You want more. Crave more.” I leaned forward. I watched her eyes move between mine, mouth open as she gasped for air. “You want cock,” I breathed. She was getting close again. Kaylee was digging her nails into my arm as she stared at me. “You crave it.” I got closer. I felt like I was going to break my god damn finger the way she was clenching down on it. I wasn’t even really moving it in and out due to the position we were in. The change didn’t seem to have much effect on her reaction. My voice was a low growl. “Do you think of your beloved when another man fucks you?”

She shrieked loudly as she came, her eyes screwing shut as her body shook once more. I was completely lost in the moment. Even as she cried out, I pushed for more. “Do you even think of him when that man spills his seed inside you? Or are you too overwhelmed by the pleasure to care.” Moving my thumb forward, I fumbled briefly before I found it. The little nub at the top of her slit. Gently, I began to run my finger against it.

Eyes snapping open, Kaylee screamed so loudly, I swore I hurt her. I pulled my hand out from between her legs in a panic. Kaylee instantly released me, flopping onto her back. Micro tremors danced through her legs as she stared up in a daze as she gasped for air. I pulled away, rubbing my abused hand as I stumbled to my feet.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I pushed my hands through my hair, forgetting about the wetness that soaked one. I felt sick. I’d achieved my goal all right, but what the fuck? I mean. Again. What. The. Fuck.

I sagged back into my desk chair. I focused on my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. My stomach rebelled, threatening to empty the remains of dinner onto the floor as I fought to calm myself. This reaction was as bad as watching her and Adam. But was that really watching? She had me control what happened. That wasn’t simply watching. I had been a participant from the sidelines. A bench-warmer. There to support the team but never take the field. The fear had taken hold again, no longer content to whisper in the back of my mind. Was I the source of Kaylee’s orgasm, or the idea of another man having his way with her? Was I a player on the field, or a spectator in the stands?

Burying my face in my hands, I felt hot tears burn my eyes. I was a fucking idiot. I brewed and drank this poison myself.

“Scott?” The feeble voice made my breath catch. Lifting my head, I quickly wiped at the tears. Great. What a fucking pathetic sight I was. Risking a look over, I found Kaylee propped up on the bed. She was a mess. Blue and blond hair clung to her face. Her clothes remained in the half-removed state I had put them in. Yet staring at her, I never thought her more beautiful. It was like she was glowing. There was a shy look to her as she let my eyes take her in.

“That was—”

“Amazing!” she gasped, surprising me. “Holy shit, Scott. I haven’t cum that hard since… Shit, have I? I mean. Fuck,” she breathed, running a hand through her hair as the other held her upright. “I still feel giddy and lightheaded.” I half-stood as she fell back on the bed, relaxing as I realized she was just getting comfortable. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

She didn’t look up, but I watched as her hand lifted from the bed and made a ‘come here’ gesture. Still wrestling with my mixed feelings, I moved over to the bed, crawling over until I was lying next to her. Her head rolled over to look at me, a dreamy smile on her face. Neither of us said anything as she reached over to run a hand over my face. Grabbing it, I guided it to my lips, kissing her fingers before trailing down the back of her hand. “I have no idea why you aren’t more popular with girls,” she whispered, watching as I kissed her hand. “I’m starting to think you’re the best-kept secret in school.”

“The artist only reveals what was already on the canvas.”

Worry crossed her face as she rolled her lower lip, biting it softly. She stared at me for several seconds as my lips pressed against her wrist. “I feel bad I was the only—”

“Don’t. I enjoyed it.”

“I could try—”

“Shh.”

There was a long silence. Her eyes peeled away, looking down. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Hmm?”

Her cheeks reddened. “What you said. What I…”

I felt my own face heat. “I was just in character.”

“It didn’t sound like it,” she whispered, looking at me. Her hand pulled away from my lips as she entwined her fingers with mine, giving them a squeeze. “We actually haven’t talked about that at all.” I said nothing, a storm of emotion welling inside me. I stomped on the cork, trapping it inside the bottle and burying it as deep as I could. I knew what she was talking about and I knew I didn’t want to talk about it. Not now. Maybe not ever. I wasn’t ready to face it. Of course, Kaylee had no idea what I was thinking. “About you watching me with Adam and Sean.”

Wide eyes followed me as I pulled away. She sat up as I slid off the bed. “Scott?”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“I think we—”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” I said with a little too much force. She shrank back, pulling her legs against her chest. She looked ridiculous, half-dressed like she was. Yet I couldn’t help but feel pain at the pitiful look she was giving me. I looked away, unable to see her like that knowing I was the cause. “Why do I have to fuck everything up? Every good thing that we do, I have to poison it with… me.”

There was rustling and I heard her mutter a few curses as she hobbled over. Her hand forced me to look at her before she kissed me. It was tender and warm. I felt myself melt into the feeling. When we separated, I didn’t feel like total garbage.

“Then we don’t talk about it yet. When you are ready.” She smiled. “Focus on right now. On me. On us, right now. Nothing else matters. What can I do?” She looked down, her hand sliding against the front of my pants. My legs were sore from clenching them so many times tonight. Right now, I had poisoned my mood for anything more. There was a disappointing glimmer in her eye, but she said nothing about my lack of response. If she had checked a few minutes ago…

I gave her a quick kiss. “We should get to bed. Early morning tomorrow.”

She nodded. “Help me out of these? I feel like I’m a tangled mess.”

“A hot mess.” I was rewarded with a roll of her eyes, but I helped her out of her clothes. I could feel myself stir as I went through the process of properly stripping her.

“Mind if I sleep naked?” she asked, kicking off her jeans. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at me, hands covering her chest. “I have sleepwear in my bag but—”

“That’s fine.” She grinned as my eyes ran over her back.

“I hope you’re not wearing that to bed.”

She continued to watch over her shoulder as I pulled off my shirt. My jeans followed shortly after. A flicker of disappointment crossed her features when I stopped there. Kaylee didn’t say anything about me keeping my underwear on. Instead, she turned around and allowed me to look at her in all her glory. Grabbing my hand, she tugged me towards my bed. “Your room may be smaller than mine, but you have a much bigger bed than I do.” She flipped the covers down and slid into bed. I paused next to it, watching her as she got comfortable. Fixing me with a brilliant smile, she gestured for me to come to her. I wandered over to the door to flip off the lights before happily following, flipping the covers over us. She quickly pulled herself against me, cuddling close as if she were freezing.

Closing her eyes, her head pressed against my chest. “Mmm. I love this,” she said softly as I wrapped my arms around her. “I think I should come over here more often.”

“I’d like that.”

There was a brief silence. “Scott?”

“Hmm?” I asked, closing my eyes. Each breath, I could smell her. The scent of flowers. It calmed me a little more each time.

“N-never mind,” she said, and I could feel her press tighter against me. Sensing what she wanted, I tightened my grip slightly. Silence dominated as we both drifted to sleep.