Over the Hills and Far Away (NOLA's Own #1) (37 page)

After sucking in a shaky breath, I replied, “Okay.”

“I
do
want you naked though,” he said. He snaked his arms around me, pulling my body flush against his. Pressing his mouth against my ear, he told me, “I wanna taste you all over, so while I’m gone, I can remember what’s waitin’ for me when I get home.”

My knees were going to give out. I was about to liquefy into a puddle of ooze at his feet.

Swallowing through the tightness in my throat, I whispered, “Can I taste you, too?”

I could feel his heart pounding against my chest.

“If you want to. Do you?”

“Yes.”

I really hope we’re talking about oral sex. I hope he is not weird and likes to taste toes and other shit. Who am I kidding? I’ll let him if he wants to, and if he wants it in return—

“You think too much,” he whispered.

Then, he was kissing me. With his tongue in my mouth, I wasn’t really thinking at all. Everything inside me began to throb and ache sweetly. Moaning, I pressed myself into him even more, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pushing my breasts into his hard chest. His warm hands slid their way up my back, beneath my shirt—

His head snapped back. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“Oh, um…no, not today,” I said softly.

Roughly, he yanked my shirt over my head. Taking a step back, his eyes practically shot flames, going wide and wild. His chest rose and fell a bit more rapidly.

“Fuck,” he breathed the expletive.

For the love of all that’s holy, please let that be a good thing.

It took every ounce of my willpower to stand there and let him scrutinize me. My hands balled into fists to keep them from reaching up to cover my mediocre tits.

“Oh God, Baby Girl,” he said softly as though he were awestruck with what he saw.

“Wh-what?” I whispered. I wet my lips with my tongue.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful…stunnin’.”

I smiled
.
Truly, relief flooded through me, and my confidence came back. It felt amazing, how strongly I’d resurfaced.

His breath caught in his chest as he looked at my smile, not my half-naked self.

“Um…I could use a shower,” I told him.

“There’s no fuckin’ way I’m lettin’ you go home to take a fuckin’ shower.”

That made me laugh a little nervously. “No, I thought I could take one here.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

“I thought that maybe…you could take one with me?”

He nodded again. “Okay, yeah.”

Reaching out, he took my hand and dragged me through another door, which turned out to be the biggest en suite bathroom I’d ever seen.

My jaw dropped
. It’s fucking awesome in here!

There was a double sink made of some sort of sparkly black rock. The curved long faucets, cabinet handles, and drawers were all shiny chrome. The cabinet beneath was made of what looked like driftwood. A giant bathtub sat in the furthest corner beneath two enormous windows.

I covered my tits now, crossing my arms over them.

“The glass is tinted, Baby Girl. No one can see in,” he told me.

Then, he proceeded to pull off his shirt from the back. I loved it when guys did that. Not wanting to get caught staring and drooling, I kept up my inspection.

Even the toilet seat was made of the sparkly black rock—
Is it granite?
—and the floor was tiled in the same.

Holy crap, the shower is
huge!

There was even a bench at one end. I didn’t see a showerhead, but three flat and wide chromed fixtures were at the top, hanging about a foot down from the high ceiling.

He was just watching me as I looked around.

Oh, holy shit. Phil’s rich, like he has shitloads of money to spend on a luxury bathroom.

Why didn’t I realize this before?

Of course he’s rich! He’s a fucking rock star!

“Kenna?”

His warm deep baritone yanked me out of my reverie.

“Yeah, Phil.”

I tore my gaze from the shower and looked at him.

Oh, man, he’s beautiful, like incredibly gorgeous. He works out a few times a week, my ass! That kind of body doesn’t happen unless it’s worked daily. And I’m about to see the bottom half, too!

“I’m about to see you naked,” I blurted. In complete embarrassment, I covered my mouth with my hand as if I could shove the words back in.

He grinned wickedly, giving me all sorts of dimples. “Yeah, you are. I’m just waitin’ for you to stop creamin’ over my bathroom first.”

My face had to be the color of a sunburn. Heat was pulsing off my cheeks in waves.

“I get to see you naked, too, right?” he asked sweetly.

“I guess so.”

“You
guess
so?”

I nodded.

“You first,” he demanded. “I’m not chancin’ you takin’ one look at me and haulin’ ass.”

“I wouldn’t
haul ass,” I grumbled. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed my jeans and underwear over my ass and let it all drop to my feet. My jeans were so loose that I hadn’t needed to unbutton them.

I refused to make any sort of eye contact. I was nervous enough as it was.

I heard his sharp intake of breath, and against my screaming brain, I spared him a glance. Phil was staring at me, especially at my shaved crotch.

“Turn around,” he commanded silkily.

Stepping out of my clothes, I turned around and heard him gasp.

“Holy. Fuckin’. Shit.”

“That bad, huh? Should I get dressed then?”

“I’ll beat that perfect ass if you do, Baby Girl. I swear to God, that’s the most
amazin’ ass I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I did have a big ass. It was really toned, too.
Thank you, yoga.

I turned back around to see that he was biting his bottom lip, his nostrils were flared, and his pupils looked dilated, even from this distance.

“Your turn?” I asked shyly.

His hands moved to his belt buckle—a huge silver one with a skull and crossbones on it—and he unbuckled it. His eyes never left mine as he popped open his button and unzipped his fly, and then he bent forward to push his gray Dickies and his boxers to the floor.

Suddenly terrified to look at him, I closed my eyes as he straightened back up.

He’s too perfect. His body is the most glorious temple. Once I look at him naked, I’ll never be able to look at another man ever again. I’m not sure I’m really ready for—

“Woman!” he barked.

I jumped. “Yeah?” I asked, my eyes still closed.

“Why do you keep closin’ your eyes?” he demanded in exasperation.

“Because once I look at you, that’s
it
. I’ll never be able to look at another man—”

“You ain’t
ever
gonna look at another man anyway. Open your fuckin’ eyes.”

After another deep breath, I opened my eyes.

Oh my God
.

I can’t.

I looked up at the ceiling and let out a shaky breath, and then I glanced back down again at the most massive penis I had ever seen before moving my eyes to the really cool bathtub and then back at that monstrosity again.

“You about to have a fit or somethin’?”

Now, I know why he wanted me naked first. I really can’t run. He’d catch me before I could get my clothes on, and then—

“Holy shit, Phil,” I whispered, closing my eyes again.

I heard him move closer to me. I felt the heat of his gorgeous body as his hands came to my shoulders.

“How
big
is it?” I whispered.

“Big enough.”

“Yeah,” I breathed.

“Please look at me, Kenna.”

I opened my eyes. “Is it really all mine?”

He gave me a startled look.

Bowing my head, I looked at the ginormous appendage.
Just
…
wow
.

I’d thought Brian’s cock was attractive, but Phil’s was…
awesome.
And it wasn’t even fully erect.

Oh, fucking hell. What do I do with that?

“Do you want it?” His voice was husky, maybe even a little uncertain.

“Oh, hells yes,” I said, still staring at it. “That’s so pretty that it’s a bit obscene.”

“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”

“Me neither,” I agreed. “Turn around.”

He dropped his hands from my shoulders and spun for me
.

Oh, man, that ass!

“Okay,” I said quietly. “Okay, I’m ready for a shower.”

He busted out laughing. “Yeah, all right.”

“Will you take your hair down?”

“Sure,” he replied. He pulled out the knot before tossing the hair tie onto the sink counter.

Phil’s hair, just like the rest of him, was gorgeous. It was a rich dark brown, a bit wavy at the ends, and so thick. It hit him between his shoulder blades and spilled over his shoulders and collarbone. I liked that it naturally parted a bit off center to the left.

“Can I touch it?”

His eyes sparkled, and he grinned as he bowed his head, so I could run my fingers through it.

It’s so soft and smells so good.

He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around me, and he pulled all of me into all of him. He was so warm,
so hard and satiny. His massive cock pressed into my belly, and I could feel a gentle pulsing coming off of it. His mouth descended and took mine in a kiss that stole the breath from my lungs.

“I’m totally regretting my decision not to fuck you tonight.” He groaned, burying his face in my neck and hugging me tight.

“I kind of am, too,” I confessed.

“I still want to wait for Friday though.”

“Me, too. But at least we know we both want to go through with it.”

He snorted with laughter. “‘Go through with it? Baby Girl, it ain’t gonna be a chore.”

“No, it most certainly won’t be that.”

He let go of me and turned on the shower, the three odd-looking boxes releasing waterfalls.

“Oh, cool!”

“Jump in and try it,” he said, grinning.

Water poured onto my head, so thoroughly sluicing down me that I was completely soaked within seconds. When I opened my eyes, Phil was sitting on the bench, leaning his head and shoulders against the wall with his long legs spread and stretched out, as he watched me—with his cock in his hand.

It was such an erotic sight that my crotch turned to hot jelly.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he told me, his huge hand stroking himself nice and slow. A scorching, blazing light filled his hard eyes.

My mouth went dry, and I had to swallow a few times before I could tell him, “I think you’re quite beautiful yourself.”

“I always think about you when I whack off,” he continued. “I’ve fantasized about you in every way imaginable. And I guess I still will be for the next five days. These last six years, the thought of you has been the only thing that could get me off.”

Holy ever-loving…is this for real? Did he really just tell me that?

My nipples grew painfully hard, and the warm liquid his words had produced inside me trickled out a little.

“Do you think about me when—”

“Yes,” I blurted. “It’s always you. I say your name, too,” I confessed in a whisper, feeling my face flush hotly.

His perfect white teeth sank into his bottom lip.

“I want to touch you,” I said.

“Please, Baby Girl. I’m dyin’ here,” his deep voice rasped.

My feet felt leaden as I made my way to him. When I stood between his legs, I sank to my knees and placed my hands on his thighs. He sucked in a deep breath and removed his hand from his cock.

Looking up into his eyes, I nearly combusted.

“Please…” he begged softly.

I damn near came.

Gently, I wrapped my right hand around the base of him. My fingers curled around the girth, my fingertips unable to touch. His moan was so hot that I had to close my eyes and breathe in an attempt to calm the ache between my legs. I knew how he hated it when I closed them, so I counted to three and continued with my eyes open. I pulled up slowly, watching his massive cock. A large pearl of pre-cum welled out of the fat mushroom cap, making my mouth water.

Should I?

I think I should.

Pushing my fist down, I leaned forward and sucked the tip of him into my mouth.

Taken totally by surprise, he gasped, “Oh fuck!”

Swirling my tongue around it, I let the taste of him spread throughout my mouth. He tasted delicious, salty and sweet. I really wanted to take this monster all the way, and with all the sausage-swallowing I’d done, I just might be able to. It wouldn’t be impossible.

If I could just relax my jaw and throat and work my way down…

“Fuck,
Kenna,” he choked.

His long fingers speared through my wet hair, snagging a little on the strands. The sting of it only spurred me on.

My hands slid up and went around his waist. Holding on to him, my fingertips dug into the flesh in his back, and I just went for it.

“Oh God!” he moaned.

I had about half of him in my mouth, and I had to pull back before going down for more. His fingertips bit into my scalp, and I could hear him breathing in ragged sharp bursts.

I was three-quarters of the way.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.

Easing even farther down the huge length of him, I set my brain into meditation mode. I didn’t need to think. I just needed to
be
. He hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed. I took him a little farther with my lips wrapped around the base of him, and his trimmed pubic hair tickled my nose.

“Oh my God,” he groaned.

I pulled back and pushed forward until he was lodged in my throat. Then, I did it again and again and again.

“Baby Girrrl…” he moaned, sounding tortured. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop now,” he warned.

I could
feel
it. He was really close, his cock was harder and thicker than ever. But I wasn’t doing this to tease him. I wanted him to come. I needed to feel it, taste it,
live
it
.
Phil fucking Deveraux was writhing and squirming beneath my face, panting and moaning, and I
loved
it.

“Fuck!” he roared, holding my head into his groin, punching his hips up at the same time. “Oh fuck!” His cock pulsed and jerked as his hot molten-self spurted down my throat, bypassing my tongue and taste buds. Panting, grunting, and gasping for breath, he realized he had my face smashed into his crotch with his dick still in my throat.