Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Two
They lay on their backs, their legs intertwined and breathing hard. Her hand reached for Kelley’s and he took it. “Is this the part where you tell me you need to go and I never hear from you again?”
Kelley turned to face her. “Why would you ask me that?”
“Wasn’t that your MO in college?”
He huffed out a laugh and snaked his arm around her waist. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No.”
“Then I’m not leaving until morning,” Kelley said and kissed her shoulder.
Sylvie smiled and Kelley rolled on top of her. Her legs widened to make space for him and his erection pressed against her core. “Again?”
"I'm not even close to being done with you," Kelley said.
Sylvie grinned and Kelley went up on his knees and retrieved another condom from her drawer. Kelley didn’t say anything else but kept the condom in his hand as he moved lower and pushed her knees further apart. Two fingers went inside her and his mouth latched onto her clit.
“Oh … Kelley …” Her hips moved up to meet his mouth and he curled his fingers onto her G-spot. Kelley moved his fingers faster as his tongue lapped over her swollen clit and he felt her inner muscles starting to clench around him.
Her knees tightened around his head and he pressed his thumb on her clit as her body quivered. Kelley pulled his fingers out slowly as Sylvie started to laugh and he could hear the breathlessness in her voice. Kelley pulled the fresh condom over his erect penis and thrusted into her.
Her soft laugh turned into a moan and Kelley groaned as her inner muscles clenched him tightly. Kelley stilled until she released him and then they moved together. Sylvie’s nails dug into his ass with the heels of her feet pressing on his calves. Kelley started thrusting into her, harder and harder, feeling like he could chase his release all night long.
“Please … yes … please,” Sylvie murmured out of breath as her hands roamed up to his back, her nails grazing his skin.
“Fuck, yes,” Kelley groaned as Sylvie’s orgasm tore through her, her nails leaving marks on his skin and he felt his own release spurt out of him. The muscles in his arms started shaking and he pulled out of her.
He rested his hands on his knees, waiting for oxygen to return to his lungs and his heart to start beating normally. The condom went into the trashcan next to her bed and he lay down with his chest still heaving.
Sylvie turned towards him and his arm curled around her. She sighed against his chest and he woke up hours later in the same position. Kelley checked the watch on his wrist and rubbed his free hand over his face.
“Sylvie.” Kelley nudged her. She moaned something he couldn’t make out and turned on her other side.
Kelley moved as softly as he could and gathered his clothes and dressed in what he could find. One shoe was under the bed and the other one in the hallway. Kelley shook his head as he left her bedroom and made his way to her kitchen.
He made coffee for both of them, remembering how many sugars she’d added to hers the previous night. Kelley pulled his phone out and opened his messages.
Mason – How’s fatty Patty?
Mason – Where’s my picture?
Mason – I hope you washed your balls.
Lee – You’re on a date with fatty Patty?
Connor – What’s this about eating patties and dirty balls?
Kelley chuckled softly as the kettle boiled and he filled their cups. He walked back to Sylvie’s bedroom and placed both cups on the nightstand. He stroked the hair from her face and she smiled. “Sylvie, I have to go.”
She opened her eyes and yawned loudly, her arms stretching over her head. Kelley could feel himself growing hard again as the duvet slid down her body and exposed her breasts. “What time is it?”
“Twenty to six, I don’t know what time you’re supposed to get up, but I made you coffee,” Kelley said.
Sylvie sat up and pulled the duvet back over her breasts and kept it in place with her arms. “I have to get up soon. Thank you for the coffee,” she said and grabbed the cup closest to her.
Kelley emptied his own cup and placed it back on the nightstand. “I have to go. I have a conference call at seven. I’ll call you later.” Kelley stood up, placed a kiss on her forehead and let himself out of her house.
Kelley ignored the ringing phone with Mason’s name on the screen and drove the twenty minutes to his house. He let himself in the house and headed up the stairs. His phone started to ring again and this time he answered it.
“What, Mason?”
“With an answer like that you didn’t get any last night,” Mason said.
“Did you want a play by play?”
“Shit, really? With fatty Patty?”
“Fuck off, Mason. What do you want?”
“Just reminding you about your seven am conference call,” Mason said.
“Thanks. I’m jumping in the shower now.”
“So when are you introducing her to the family?”
Kelley sighed. “She was surprised to learn that I’m still friends with you. It’s starting to make sense now.”
Mason barked out a laugh and he heard Grace’s sleepy voice in the background. “Go make my princess some pancakes. I’ll call you later.”
“I always make her pancakes.” Mason said. “Oh and Kelley.”
“Yeah?”
“Remember to wash your balls.” Mason was still laughing like a hyena when Kelley ended the call and realized that he’d left his jacket at Sylvie’s house.
Kelley smiled as he got in the shower and laughed out loud as he washed his balls and thought back to the previous night. He'd needed a night out and Sylvie had certainly delivered. It had been two months since he'd had sex and he felt lighter, more energized and he knew he still wasn't done with Sylvie.
