Over the Hills and Far Away (NOLA's Own #1) (60 page)

“I don’t think you’re gross,” I told him, my eyes meeting his. “I think you’re wonderful. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

Rolling onto his side so that his face was level with mine, he said, “I wish I could believe that about myself, but I’ve done and seen too much shit.”

“Do you feel dirty when you’re with me?”

He swallowed thickly. “No, Baby Girl. I feel my cleanest when I’m with you.”

“I want you to close your eyes.”

He did so immediately, which was just too fucking cute.

“Imagine we’re here, just like this, but it’s only hours after we met at Bougainvillea. You’ve convinced me somehow that it really is in my best interest to lie down in a bed with you even if we did just meet.”

His face split into a huge grin, dimples punching deep. “I could’ve done it, too. You were so nervous that night. Your hand got all sweaty when I took it.”

I laughed because he remembered that. “Yeah, it was. I’d had a
mad
crush on you for nearly two years. I kept telling myself not to pass out or puke all over you. I was that nervous.”

“I could feel it. I didn’t want to scare you off or anythin’ either, so I figured I’d just weasel my ass in. I wanted to run my fingers through your hair so bad.”

With his eyes still closed, he reached out, touching my face. Sliding his fingers along my cheek, he pulled my hair free.

“When I come back from signin’ the revised contracts, you’re waitin’ for me, you’re smilin’, and I tell you to take me home with you. I want to go to your place because I want you to feel safe.”

“I say yes because this might be my one and only shot with the man who stole my heart when he opened his mouth and screamed into a microphone on the Crap Stage at a music festival.”

Smiling again, he said, “Little do you know that this is only the first time for the rest of our lives and that you stole this man’s heart when he saw you screamin’ his songs back at him from the audience.”

“So, I take you up to my bedroom…”

“And we lie down, just like we are now,” he said in a sweet, almost whispering tone. “I’m dyin’ to kiss you again, to taste you…” He pulled me a little closer, and his breath caressed my face. “But I’m terrified that if I do, I’ll come in my pants and make a complete ass of myself.”

I giggled, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“But since I have no clue that you’re close to busting a nut over being in bed with me, I’m all for it.” I pressed my lips to his.

This kiss was gentle, almost innocent. He sighed, his hand sliding down to cup my face.

With his lips brushing mine, he said, “I’m really startin’ to feel nervous because I’ve only ever done this with one other person, and I don’t want to scare you or hurt you.”

“I’m nervous, too, because I’ve only ever done this with one person, and I don’t want you to think I’m usually this easy to get…although for you, I totally am.”

He laughed softly. “I can’t tell you how awesome that makes me feel.”

“Show me then,” I whispered.

He kissed me again. It was with more passion than the first kiss but equally as sweet. We kissed for some minutes like this, and it truly felt as though we were hooking up for the first time—just without all the awkwardness.

His hand moved to my back, and he scooted forward until our torsos lightly pressed together. He wouldn’t have wanted to alarm me—at least not
yet
. Our groins still had at least two inches of space between us.

Our kiss deepened as he tentatively touched his tongue to mine, making me gasp and want to taste more of him. My tongue pushed past his lips, and he moaned deep, unleashing a little more passion. Reaching up, I tugged down his man bun, burying my fingers into the thick mass, loving the spicy, clean scent of him.

The flowers…they smell of
him.

Breaking the kiss and leaning back, Phil looked into my eyes.

“I want to be a gentleman, but I absolutely can’t help myself,” he said. He slid his hand up under my shirt, skimming lightly up my back. “Even though I’m completely shocked a lady such as yourself ain’t wearing a bra, I can’t help but notice how fuckin’ soft your skin is.”

“I’d love for you to think that I’m a lady, but the truth is, I’m just a horny teenager. It’s my damn birthday, and this is by far the best fucking birthday present I could have ever hoped to imagine. So…” I slid my hand up the front of his shirt, a little thrilled when his skin erupted into goose bumps.

“I’m thinkin’ you’re both a lady and a horny teenager.” He laughed. “And you’re the most amazin’, wonderful gorgeous thing I’ve ever known. I love the feel of your hand over my heart.”

“I do, too.”

“You’ve branded yourself on it with that touch,” he breathed. Dipping his head down, he kissed me again. He whispered against my lips, “It’s yours now—forever.”

His own hand slipped around to my chest, pressing his hot palm to my pounding heart. His gaze held mine for one…two…three…four beats.

“I want this,” he stated.

“It’s yours,” I promised. “I think it always has been.”

“It’s only fair. Mine’s always belonged to you,” he said softly before engaging me in a scorching tongue-sucking kiss that rendered us both breathless.

“My pervy eighteen-year-old self wants you to take your shirt off,” I told him after we’d broken apart.

He grinned. “And my twenty-one-year-old self is wonderin’ how I’m gonna get you out of yours.”

Sitting up, he quickly yanked his shirt off, back to front, and eighteen-year-old Kenna was doing a dirty-hippie dance in celebration. Smiling like a goof, I had to bite my lip to keep myself from bubbling over with giggles.

Turning around to face me, he roughly pulled me down the mattress, so I was lying flat on my back, and my giggles escaped, which made him laugh, too.

“Your laugh, Baby Girl…I fell madly in love with you the first time I heard it. All I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life makin’ you so happy that you’d always be laughin’.”

“When was that—the first time you heard it?”

“When you were sittin’ at the table with Alys and Lili, and Lili held up a lighter for you to make a wish. You closed your eyes and blew out the flame, and when you opened them, you busted me checkin’ you out. Then, one of them said somethin’, and you started laughin’. I was totally hooked.”

He settled over me, between my legs. He was careful to brace himself on his forearms, not wanting to crush me under his weight. My hands caressed up his sides and over his shoulders, and he slipped his right hand under my shirt, his fingertips lightly caressing my breast.

His cock twitched hard and thickened between my legs.

“Does it scare you?” he whispered, grinding into me.

“No,” I replied.

“Are you sure? Because I’m scared as all hell to show it to you.”

I shook my head. “You were made for me.”

That made him suck in a sharp breath, and he kissed me with even
more
heat and passion, his tongue demanding that I keep up. I took his face in my hands and held him to me, matching his intensity in equal measure. His hand closed over my breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple between his fingers and thumb.

With a groan, he rolled, taking me with him, until I was on top, straddling his hips. No longer playing the gentleman, he tugged my shirt up over my head. Grabbing my forearms, he pulled me down until our naked chests were flush. I gasped, and he purred.

“I think, at this point, I’m definitely bustin’ a nut in my pants,” he said.

“That’s cool. I’ve completely creamed my jeans,” I replied with a grin.

His hands caressed their way up my arms, shoulders, neck until they framed my face, pulling me to his. Kissing me, he sweetly arched his hips, thrusting his groin into me. I couldn’t help but grind back. It felt so good. Spearing my hands through his hair, I opened the floodgates of my desire and claimed his mouth with my own. His hands slid down and grabbed my ass, dragging me back and forth on his erection, as he moaned into my mouth.

Between my legs, I was mush, my underwear soaking and sliding over my skin. Every bit of friction down there was driving me insane.

“Fuck, Kenna.” He sucked in a deep breath.

Abruptly sitting back, I scooted down until my rear rested between his knees.

Looking into his hooded eyes, I told him with a lascivious grin, “I am
so
curious. I’m dying to know if it’s in proportion to the rest of you.” My hands grabbed the waist of his shorts. “I’m hoping you’re not thinking I’m a slut.”

“No,” he panted, his hips slightly jerking up.

Over his pants, I ran my hand down the huge bulge, squeezing.

“Fuck,” he spit, his eyes screwing shut.

“How would you have known that?” I asked.

“I know
you
,” he replied breathlessly. “I’ve
always
known you.”

Fair enough.

Opening his button and fly and tugging his shorts down, the biggest, fattest cock my eyes had ever seen sprang free.

“Okay,” I joked. “I might be a little nervous seeing
this
.”

“For fuck’s sake, Kenna!” he barked. His hands fisted in the sheets, his breathing ragged.

I closed my right fist over it, stroking down, watching as the bulbous head emerged from the foreskin. “It’s awesome that you’re not snipped.”

He grunted in reply.

As I squeezed back up, an obscene amount of pre-cum oozed out. Bending forward, I sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the fat mushroom cap.

“Oh…” he groaned.

Sitting back up, I continued to slowly pump him. “I love the way you taste. You’re all salty and sweet, like the sea. You taste…
clean
.”

Air whistled sharply through his clenched teeth, and he bit his lip.

He wants so badly to believe that
, I thought with a touch of sadness for him.

Shifting until I was crouched between his knees, I grasped the base of him and wrapped my lips around him, sinking down the length until he hit the back of my throat.

“I’ve…blown…my second load…right about now,” he told me in between dragging breaths. “Oh my God…” he groaned. “Please don’t stop.”

It took a little bit of work and a lot of throat relaxation, but I got my lips down to the base. He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me up. I took a deep breath, and then he pushed me back down.

This is so fucking hot. My eighteen-year-old self would’ve thrown self-respect and dignity to the wind to have had this that night.

“If you don’t stop
now
…” he warned.

Pfft. As if.

“I’m gonna come,” he moaned, his hips flexing.

I wanted to taste him, and as he got ridiculously stiff, I pulled back until only the head of him was in my mouth, and I pumped the rest of him with my hand.

“Oh God!” he sobbed, his hips lifting off the bed, his fingers fisting into my hair. “Oh fuck!”

His cock bobbed strongly, and cum spurted thickly in such a large amount. I quickly swallowed, happy to find a pleasant aftertaste coating my tongue.

“Yeah, you taste clean, babe,” I assured him. “I love the way you taste.”

Looking up, I found him heaving for air. He was incoherent and trembling.

Stretching out beside him on my stomach, my face turned toward him. I watched him as his breathing returned to normal. He turned to face me, his gaze smoldering.

“My twenty-one-year-old self just had his mind blown.”

“
Both
of them,” I said with a smirk.

“Too fuckin’ right.” He laughed, tugging me into his arms. “But he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he couldn’t make you come after that.”

“No?”

“Oh, hells no,” he said. He crushed my lips with his, pushing his tongue into my mouth, tasting himself. He seemed to really enjoy that. A possessive energy pulsed off of him.

“I would never have let you go,” he whispered. “I would never have been able to leave you alone if…” His voice trailed off, and he looked deeply into my eyes.

A dawning of understanding bloomed in his eyes. It was starting to seed in his mind that perhaps there
was
a reason we had met and parted ways. Not wanting to put much thought into it though, he kissed me again and slid his hand to my waistband, popping it open.

“I’m takin’ it as a sign that since you just blew both my minds, you’re not gonna get all shy and tell me no,” he said. He grinned, his hand slipping under my shorts.

Nope, but it might just gross you out when you find—

“Holy shit!”

That I’ve swamped myself.

I didn’t think I’d ever been so fucking wet in my entire life.

“It’s your fault,” I told him, feeling myself blush.

Phil’s massive body pressed me onto my back, his fingers pushing into me with ridiculous ease.

“You have no idea how hot this is. When a guy can make a girl
this
wet for him…”

Kissing me, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with his fingers, he sparked that spot inside me that only he had ever been able to reach. It wasn’t so much an actual physical part of my anatomy rather than…something
other.
Perhaps it was linked more to my spiritual heart than a cluster of nerve endings and overly sensitive flesh.

“Imagine it’s six years ago, Kenna. We’re right here, just like this,” he said quietly. “Would you let me…”

“Yes, please,” I begged.

Pushing himself up, he knelt between my thighs and tugged at my shorts, pulling them off and tossing them to the side. Then, he shimmied out of his shorts.

Motherfucker! He’s hard already!

He settled himself into my groin, and he cradled my face in his hands. “I would have been shittin’ myself right now,” he whispered, his lips so close that they brushed against mine. “I would have been so scared of hurtin’ you, but just like now…I don’t think it would’ve stopped me.”

“Do it,” I said, arching up, rubbing my sopping wet core against him.

He lifted his hips, and the head of him glided along my slit, stroking my throbbing clit before finding its way without any guidance. He pressed himself in just an inch or so and I closed my eyes.

“Look at me,” he commanded.