On His Knees by Tabatha Kiss
Chapter 65
Jenna
Fast. Slow.
Tender. Rough.
Upstairs. Downstairs.
Right hole. Wrong hole.
I want it, Seth gives it.
And oh how much I love returning the favor.
The morning sun rises over Chicago, but we’ve been up all night. Moaning. Groaning. Holding each other. Fucking each other. Discovering new ways to pleasure each other while learning new things about ourselves.
For instance, I really like having a dick up my ass.
Let me rephrase.
I really, really like having Seth’s dick up my ass.
It wasn’t always my favorite thing. Previous men who’ve gone there were of the ‘Oops! Wrong hole!’ variety or only stayed there long enough to get their own rocks off — which never took very long.
But Seth. He takes his time. He watches and reacts, the lube bottle always close by. He goes slowly, his touch never straying far from my clit. A wiggle of his thumb in the right spot, a sudden thrust deep inside, and I’m a puddle of aching bliss. A kiss on the lips, a tease of his fingers in my pussy, and I’m begging for him to fill my mouth, too. He offers his tongue. That’ll do.
Backdoor missionary is officially my new favorite position.
I touch his body, scratching down his abs and reaching around to grab his ass. Seth groans, my sudden pull sending him deep inside of me. I bounce on the pillow nestled beneath me, rolling and grinding on his cock. He flexes with the quick movements and I know they’re working as intended. His face contorts with the pain of pleasure. His breaths come faster. I kiss him, sucking his lip between my teeth.
With a grunt, he pulls out. He spills on me, covering my throbbing pussy with cum. It drips down and I feel it tickle my stretched ass, too. I lick my lips, relishing in the delicious feeling of being marked and claimed. By Seth.
Sweet fucking Seth.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he catches his breath.
I laugh. “Are you kidding?”
“What?”
“I’m pretty sure I won’t walk straight for a week.”
Seth places his head on my shoulder as he laughs. I kiss his forehead, tasting the sweet sweat on his skin before he rolls over onto his back. “This was a good idea.”
“The best idea,” I say.
He draws our bodies back together with a quick curl of his arm. I entwine with him, drawing the bedsheet up to cover us as we rest and recharge for round... whatever the hell it is.
Seth groans.
“What?” I ask.
“It’s morning?”
I glare at the window with him. “It’s morning.”
“When did that happen?”
“When the night left.”
“Oh. That makes sense.”
He kisses my head. I tilt to look at him, and he takes my lips with a deep, tender kiss.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“For the room or my asshole?”
He grins as he looks down. My breasts. My legs. My everything. “For all of this.”
He claims another kiss. Then another. And another. He pulls me even closer until our bodies are flush together again and I feel his stiffness press against my belly.
“Wait— seriously?” I ask, looking down. “Again?”
“Again,” he says, his kiss even deeper now.
“We’ve gotta be approaching world record pace at this rate.”
Seth touches my breasts. My nipples instantly twist into tight beads.
“We should clean up first,” I say.
“That’s fine.” He doesn’t release me. “We’ll do it in the shower, too.”
I laugh as I kiss him back.
* * *
Seth and I board the empty elevator together.
I turn and tap the L button to take us down to the lobby before resting my back against the reflective golden walls.
The doors close. Seth sets my weekender down and takes my hand. Our fingers softly entwine as he raises them to his lips and smiles.
“What?” I ask when he says nothing.
“I don’t want to go home,” he says.
I chuckle. “I know the feeling.”
“This was too good.” He kisses my knuckles. “I’m not ready to go back to the real world yet.”
The real world. Full of classes and jobs. Of parental pressure and adult decisions. It was nice to take a break from that, truthfully. To pretend, just for a little while, that nothing else in the world matters but us.
I lick my lips. I could tell him I agree. That we’ll be back here someday, sooner or later. I could tell him how much this night meant to me and how my heart is still racing.
I kiss him instead. I envelope his lips with mine; a deep kiss that says everything.
Seth touches my cheek. His fingers curl around the back of my head to hold me close. He rests his forehead against mine. We stand still. Safe and warm, counting the moments until the elevator reaches the ground floor.
The doors open. We linger in the car's corner for another moment before he picks up my bag and we step off together, hand-in-hand. I scan the bustling lobby, my nose instantly tempted by the delicious smells trickling in from the restaurant across the lobby.
“You want to get some breakfast?” I ask.
“Uh...” Seth hesitates as I yank him in that direction. “I mean, we can.”
I squint at him. “What’s the issue?”
“No issue. If you don’t mind spending twenty-seven dollars on some scrambled eggs.”
I chuckle with a wince. “Maybe we should just grab some coffee on the way home.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Still, I lead the two of us toward the restaurant, anyway. As I draw closer, I peek through the windowed walls and my imagination sparks a bit. It’s a decent size. Easily large enough for a party of thirty. Beautifully decorated. Impeccably clean.
And as golden as a Newbury’s eyes.
“Hey, Seth,” I say.
“Yes?” he answers beside me.
“Do you guys rent this out?”
“Uh... yeah. Sometimes.”
“Is it expensive?”
“Very.”
“But is it unreasonably expensive?” I ask.
Seth squints nervously. “Why?”
I smile as I reach for my phone.
“Jenna? What are you doing?”
I snap a few photos through the glass, but I don’t think it’ll be difficult to get Drew to sign off on this.
It’s perfect.
“I think I just found our venue,” I say.