Monk by Ivy Black
Chapter Eighteen
Monk
To say the night’s been surreal and not what I’m expecting is the understatement of the century. To say that I haven’t enjoyed every last minute of it is outright lie. To be honest, this whole evening’s been filled with laughter and I think I’ve spent more time talking tonight than I have in the last year. It’s not something that’s normal or comfortable for me, but somehow Kasey makes it seem so.
Kasey takes the plate from me and dries it, then sits it on top of the stack on the counter. She plucks the silverware from the strainer and dries it all, then opens and closes the drawers until she finds the one that she’s looking for. She puts them all inside, then closes the drawer, turning to me with a smile. The feeling of domesticity and the ease and comfort growing between us is unreal to me. It’s a heady feeling and I’m not sure what to do with it all yet.
“Where do these go?” she asks, pointing at the plates.
I point to a cabinet above the sink to her right. “Over there.”
Kasey puts them away and closes the cabinet door and turns to me. She’s been very tight-lipped about her reasons for coming home. I get the idea her husband—or soon to be ex, as she refers to him—is a grade A prick. And for the fact that he’s made her unhappy, that he’s caused her pain in her life, makes me want to beat the guy bloody. Maybe I’ll get my chance one day.
Though she’s been relatively open with me about her marriage imploding, I can’t help but feel like there’s more to the story. There’s something she’s not telling me. I’ve always been able to read her—or at least, I was. Time has maybe dulled that ability, but I am certain that whatever she’s not telling me is significant—and it terrifies her.
“I should probably get going. I can’t believe how late it’s gotten,” she says.
“Time flies,” I say with a shrug.
“I guess so.”
“Thanks for helping me clean up.”
She smiles at me. “Thank you for such a wonderful meal and an evening that’s been unexpectedly… nice.”
“It has been nice,” I say and mean it.
I walk her toward the door, and we stand a few feet apart in the entryway, our gazes locked. I see a reluctance to leave in her eyes. The air between us crackles with a tension, or perhaps a sense of expectation. My throat is dry, and my heart skips a beat or two as I stare into her eyes.
“I-I should go,” she says, her voice soft.
“Yeah. You said that.”
The air grows thicker and more charged with an electricity that’s undeniable. Before either of us can stop to question anything further, I step forward and press her hard against the wall, my mouth finding hers. Kasey leans into me, her tongue swirling languidly around mine.
I slip my hands under her shirt, the feeling of her soft, supple skin beneath my fingers stirring something within me. A soft moan spills from her lips as I trace a line of kisses down her neck, then give her collarbone a nip. She moves against me, her body soft and yet firm at the same time, making me stiffen in my jeans.
Our mouths crash together, and Kasey is pulling at my t-shirt, clawing at me like a woman desperate to be touched. Her mouth is on my neck, licking and biting as she grinds her hips against me. My groan is low and deep as she reaches down and takes hold of my cock through jeans. Her grip is tight as she squeezes me, stroking me through my jeans.
My fingers are deft and nimble as I quickly unbutton her shirt. I push it off her shoulders and it falls into a puddle on the floor at our feet. Her bra goes next and before it ever hits the floor, I’m already working on her jeans.
“This is probably a horrible idea,” she gasps.
“Yeah. Terrible.”
She kicks off her tennis shoes and then I push her pants down, her panties going along with them. Kasey kicks them aside and I quickly fall to my knees before her. I run my hands up her thighs, feeling her skin quiver beneath my touch. My eyes travel the length of her body as I dot a line of kisses along her waist. Her alabaster-colored skin is as smooth and flawless as it was back in high school, but the swell of her breasts and curve of her hips are definitely all woman.
Kasey looks down at me, she bites her bottom lip in uncertainty. Not wanting to give her time to reconsider this, I grab her leg and put it up on my shoulder, then lean forward and bury my face between her thighs. She lets out a soft whimper as I run the tip of my tongue along her wet, swollen lips. And when I give her clit a gentle nip with my teeth, her cry is loud and throaty.
The memory of the last time we were together fills my mind for some reason as I lap at her wetness, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. Kasey grips my hair and pulls hard on it as I drive my tongue between her slick folds. Her juices roll down my chin as I lick at her furiously. Kasey’s groan is long and sultry as I plunge two fingers deep inside of her.
I move my fingers inside of her as I suck on her clit. Kasey trembles as her breath quickens, and the muscles in her body tense. I slide my tongue back inside of her, teasing her clit with my fingers instead. Kasey’s grip on my hair tightens and she grinds herself against my mouth and I lick and lap at her furiously.
Kasey’s breathing is ragged and there’s a half-crazed smile on her face. She’s pulling my hair so hard, I’m pretty sure she’s going to tear a chunk of it out by the root. I remember that she never was tame when it came to sex and like me, she enjoyed things a little on the rougher side. It was one reason why sex between us was always so good.
Kasey presses her hard back against the wall, her cry long and shaky as she cums. I keep lapping at her and she twitches, her muscles eventually loosening as her orgasm fades, and she looks down at me, a light of desire burning bright in her eyes.
“Take off your pants,” she orders, her voice low and husky.
I quickly take my boots off and the pants soon follow. Before I even have them off, Kasey is on her knees, gripping my cock tightly with one hand as she swirls her tongue around the tip. I groan as she teases that spot under the head with the tip of her tongue, licking at it furiously and sending shockwaves of sensation through my body.
She opens her mouth and swallows down as much of me as she can, and then starts to stroke and suck me, her hand and mouth working in unison. I tangle my fingers in her hair, gripping her head tightly as she moves her hand and mouth up and down on my shaft.
“I forgot how amazing you feel,” I moan softly.
Her wide green eyes are fixed on mine as she sucks me off, the intensity burning in her gaze heightening the fist of pleasure that’s gripping and squeezing me tightly. I feel the pressure building up as Kasey works me like she’s got something to prove and I know if she keeps going, this evening is going to come to an earlier end than I like it to be.
I take a step back, pulling my cock out of her mouth, making her look up at me with a salacious look on her face.
“I forgot how good you are at that,” I say to her.
“So did I,” she replies as she gets to her feet.
I’m on her in the blink of an eye pressing her hard against the wall, our mouths crashing together once more. Our tongues swirl together, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I pick her up. Sliding my hands down, I grip her ass and hold her up as I start to roll my hips, plunging myself into her. Kasey is dripping wet, and although she’s incredibly tight, my cock slides along her inner walls with ease.
“God you feel so fucking good,” I grunt.
An unintelligible cry bursts from her throat as I pound myself into her, hard and deep. The crashing of our bodies against the wall is a loud, continuous thumping that echoes through the house and blends with our moans, filling my ears with an erotic symphony that only fuels the lust that burns within me.
Kasey leans forward and kisses my neck, then bites my shoulder hard as I move within her. She grips my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin and draws in a sharp breath as I drive myself into her as deep as I can go. She lets out a long, stuttering gasp and her entire body seems to seize up.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” she manages to croak.
Setting her down, I quickly turn her around and bend her over. Taking her hands, I put them on the wall in front of her, then step up behind her and without preamble, drive my cock into her. Kasey cries out as I pierce her core, sliding myself deep into her. I reach up and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as I start thrusting myself into her.
With one hand on her shoulder as I pull her hair, Kasey arches her back and thrusts herself back toward me, taking me even deeper into her. She grips me with her inner muscles, making herself even tighter, makes me lose my rhythm for a moment. But I manage to quickly recover and drive my cock into her tight, wet opening again and again, the tendrils of pleasure wrapping themselves tightly around me.
Gripping both of her shoulders, I pull her back at the same time I drive myself forward again, piercing her and Kasey’s scream of ecstasy is sharp and echoes throughout the house. Her entire body tenses up.
“Oh god, I’m cumming. I’m cumming so fucking hard,” she gasps.
I hold onto her hips, feeling my cock swell inside of her as Kasey writhes around me. The way her pussy twitches and tightens around me pushes me over the edge and I feel my cock start to pulse. A moment later, I let out a loud groan as I burst inside of her, shooting thick loads of my seed deep into her.
Kasey remains where she is, hands planted against the wall, leaning down. Her breath is ragged, and her body is still trembling. My vision wavers and I feel lightheaded as my cock twitches, emptying the last of my cum inside of her.
Slowly, the dizziness passes, and Kasey stands up, letting my cock slip out of her, a rush of fluid running down the insides of her thighs. She turns around and I pull her into a tight embrace. She leans into me, her body melting against mine. As we stand there, our bodies intertwined, I feel a sense of peace descend over me—something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
I plant a gentle kiss on the crown of her head and then pick her up. I’m not ready to say goodbye to her and in that moment, there’s nothing I want more than to have her curled up beside me. I carry her back to the bedroom, and she doesn’t argue as I lay her down in the bed, then climb in beside her. Kasey lays her head on my chest and traces circles on my stomach with her fingertips.
I know how bad of an idea this is. I’m not the sort of man she deserves and I’m sure my life—and lifestyle—are repellent to her. More than that, I don’t want her getting mixed up in some of the shit we deal with. The business with the FBI guy and the Bastards pops into my mind and I quickly push it away, not wanting to think about it.
Would Kasey think I’m a good, or even decent man if she knew I’d signed a man’s death warrant? Would she want to be with me knowing some of the terrible things I did over in Afghanistan? Or some of the shit I’ve done here? Would she have given herself to me tonight if she knew that, like her husband, I’m not the man she must think I am?
I don’t have the answers to any of those questions. The only thing I do know is that Kasey deserves better. She deserves a man who’s good and does good things. A man who treats her like a queen and would never, ever, cause her heartache and pain—something I’m bound to do, sooner or later.
No, she deserves so much more than I could ever give her. But I just want to enjoy this one night with her. Just this one night.
My arm around her shoulders, I pull her close and revel in the warmth and softness of her body pressed to mine. It’s not long before I feel so relaxed that I find myself slowly drifting off. I fight it, not wanting to let go just yet, but when I hear Kasey’s soft, even breathing, I realize she’s already gone, so I surrender to the darkness and let it pull me under.
