Page 67 of Miss Understanding

Kendall

Holy shit. Mr. Robot. Mr. Icy. Mr. I-had-like-fifty-ways-I’d-like-to-see-him-suffer only a week ago was a master at eating pussy. And he wasn’t done with one orgasm. Jesus. I’d never been happier to see his overachievement in action.

The second climax ripped through me like I had a live wire attached to my body. My eyes rolled back, my hips arched up, and light exploded in my head. I’d never had an orgasm so intense. Vaguely aware that he was now crawling up my body, landing kisses against my skin on the way, I tried to catch my breath.

But he wasn’t giving me much of an opportunity. He fixed his mouth around one nipple while toying with the other between his fingers. When he bit down softly, I had to suck in my breath. I wasn’t normally a fan of my breasts getting the attention. Since they were on the smaller size, I’d assumed he’d skip over them. But nope, he teased the rosy buds until they were practically begging to move in with him permanently.

Whoa. Bad internal thought. I banished it almost immediately. I couldn’t go there. Just because the guy knew how to give a girl an orgasm did not make this a relationship. This had the potential to become complicated enough without me making it more so.

“Hey, you okay?” he said, hovering over me, a worry crease in his brows.

My internal thoughts immediately got shuffled to the back of my brain. “I’m better than okay.” I leaned up to kiss him, rolling my body and tangling up in him.

His body was incredible. Muscled, hot, and oh, so very hard for me. I moved to return the favor of putting him in my mouth when he stopped me.

“Some other time. Right now, I need to be inside of you.”

Although I was disappointed not to have the opportunity to taste him, I wouldn’t argue. I was anxious to have him inside of me, too.

He moved to the side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer to take out a condom while I had to keep myself from wondering how many times he’d done this particular movement since he executed it so gracefully. Nope. Don’t go there. It stood to reason he’d be much more experienced than I was.

Luckily, by the time he’d sheathed himself in the condom, I was reduced to only one thought. And it was carnal. My eyes swept down his muscled chest to his delicious abs before focusing on his long, thick cock. He was perfect. There really was no other word.

He lined himself up to my opening and pushed the head in. We both groaned in unison with the welcome intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Yes. I was. And he was stretching me with each inch he eased inside of me. My hands gripped his biceps while I wiggled to better accommodate him. I was incredibly full. Finally he stopped, studying my face as if to ensure I was okay. The gesture was both sweet and unexpected. I leaned up, taking his lips to make sure he knew I was ready.

He pulled out slightly, before slamming back home. My hips arched to meet him. “God, you feel incredible,” he whispered, encouraging me to run my hands down his back and pull him in deeper.

I loved the way it was his turn to gasp with my movement. Then he was kissing me, his tongue demanding and hot, and completely possessive. His hips moved, finding a rhythm which had me close.

As a girl who never orgasmed with straight sex, I moved my hand down to alleviate the building pressure. But he wasn’t having it.

“Let me.” He put his hand between our bodies, working my clit like he was a master at knowing how to touch me just right.

“Oh God, oh God,” I shouted, feeling my orgasm wash over me.

He was quick to follow, growling out expletives as he ground out his climax on top of me.

We both lay there, his weight pressed into mine, and tried to steady our breathing for a few minutes. Then he moved, giving me a quick kiss before hopping out of the bed and going into the bathroom. I stayed where I was, my body feeling heavy with exhaustion. It was four thirty in the morning, no wonder.

“Time for sleep, unless you want more food? You didn’t finish your sandwich.”

“Mm?” Although I could probably eat, I wasn’t sure I could move. My eyes opened to see him coming back to bed fully nude. “I’m not hungry. But I’m a big fan of this look on you.”

He gave me a boyish grin, crawling into bed, and gathering me close. “I think I could get used to wearing it just for you.”

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My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar sight. Liam’s bedroom in full daylight. Turning over, I could see his side of the bed was empty. But my purse was sitting on the nightstand. He must’ve brought it up from downstairs. Grabbing my phone, I gasped.

Crap, it was close to noon. Shit. I had to go. I had laundry to do, grocery shopping, and school stuff to get in order, all before I went to work tonight. Since Sunday was my family day, Saturday was the only time I had to get things organized for the work week.

I hurried into the bathroom, feeling nosey as I searched under his cabinet sink for an extra toothbrush. Luckily, he didn’t disappoint and had a whole package of them. I made quick work out of brushing my teeth, pulling my hair up, and using the facilities. Deciding there was no other choice, I put on my jean shorts from last night, but I coupled them with Liam’s T-shirt. I’d have to return it later. Lastly, I swiped on strawberry gloss before walking down the stairs.

My shoes were at the front door but no sign of Liam. Not in the kitchen. Not in the living room. Shit. What should I do? Just leave? Write a note? Search for him? Ugh. Non-relationships after sex with your boss were tough.