Chapter Nineteen - Losing control.

Paxton

I came to bed over an hour ago but forced myself to stay awake. It is two in the morning. I am beginning to wonder if McKenna is coming or not. She may have changed her mind or fell asleep. I will give her another half an hour, and if she isn’t here, I will go through to her room. If she is sleeping, I will let her be. I take my cell, messing around online. I soon regret it when things about me start coming up. Relationship rumours, people wondering where I am since I have made it into the press for doing something dumb for a while. I sometimes wish I could just disappear, and the world would forget about me. Life would be so much easier, but I couldn’t do that, not to the fans. They are the ones who make all of this worth it. The ones whose opinions and support matter the most. I am surprised I still have any, to be honest, after all the times I have publicly fucked up. I am sure a lot of them liked my bad boy attitude, even if it isn’t the real me.

I sigh and toss my cell aside. A moment later, I heard my bedroom door creak open.

“Paxton, are you still awake?” Kenna whispers.

“I am, dimples. I was waiting for you.”

She closes the door and tiptoes her way to bed, slipping under the covers next to me.

“I wasn’t sure if you were coming or not,” I say.

“I may have fallen asleep.” She laughs.

I chuckle, “Hmm, I will forgive you this time for forgetting about me.” I tease.

She finds my arm in the dark, slapping it playfully, “Do you want me to leave?” she teases back and goes to move out of my bed.

I quickly grab her, pulling her back against me as she giggles, “You are not leaving.”

I lock my legs around her and my arms. She laughs and tries wriggling out of my hold, “Paxton, let me go.”

“Only if you promise to stay put?” I say, kissing over the back of her neck.

She moans softly, “I promise I won’t leave.”

I let go of her and place my hand on her hip to pull her around to face me. I reach behind me to put the lamp on so I can see her face.

I focus back on her. She smiles shyly at me. I chuckle at her shyness and caress her cheek with my thumb. She bites on her lower lip, our eyes firmly on one another. I can’t hold back any longer and close any space between us, claiming her lips with mine in a passionate kiss. She whimpers, slipping her arms around my neck and kisses back.

I pull her leg over my hip, and she shuffles closer, the kiss becoming heated quickly. I roll onto my back, bringing her over me, not breaking from the kiss. I run my hands up her ass and under her tee, dancing my fingers over her back. Kenna shudders under my touch.

She rocks her hips against me, and I harden under her. Kenna’s hands wander over my naked chest and stomach. I groan under her touch and flip her onto her back. I part from the kiss, needing a second to catch my breath. We are both panting loudly.

Kenna looks up at me with her dark eyes and flushed face. She opens her mouth to speak but changes her mind.

I sit up on her stomach, “What do you want to say, dimples?”

She chews on her lip nervously. Whatever it is, it is making her nervous. She breaks eye contact with me. I have a feeling about what she wants to say, but she isn’t sure how to do it.

“Come on, beautiful, tell me what is on your mind?” I encourage.

She shakes her head, “I can’t.”

I dip my head down, kissing her neck, “Yes, you can. It is me, sweetness; you have no reason to be nervous.” I mumble against her skin.

Kenna entangles her fingers into my hair and moans loudly. I slip one hand between us and into her shorts and soon realise she has no panties on. I brush my fingers over her clit and down her folds. She gasps and arches her back.

“Tell me,” I whisper, circle my thumb on her clit.

She grips onto my shoulders, “I need you to fuck me.” She breaths out.

I smirk against her neck, “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“It was, actually.” She snickers.

“What happened to making me work harder for it?” I ask, kissing along her jawline.

“I still plan on doing that, but right now, I need you.” She purrs.

“Are you sure you will be able to keep quiet?”

“I don’t have much of a choice.” She laughs.

I smirk, “No, you don’t.”

I pull her tee off and toss it aside. She has no bra on, either. I plan on using it to my advantage. I kiss downwards, tracing my lips all over her breasts and circling my tongue on each of her nipples. Kenna’s head falls back, and a deep moan escapes from her lips. I leave small hickeys on them before continuing downwards. I hook her shorts in my hands and remove them, dropping them on the floor.

I press my lips onto the skin of her inner thigh, and the heat rises from them. I brush my lips up her folds to her clit. I flick my tongue over it.

“Fuck, so good.” She pants.

Her scent is intoxicating. I need a good taste before I fuck her. I lap my tongue over her folds, groaning. I massage her thighs and let my tongue explore every inch of her pussy. God, I love her taste; there is a sweetness to it, and I could stay here for hours if she would allow me to.

Kenna moans and squirms under me. I could feel her getting wetter with every second. She grinds her pussy into my face, and I slip my tongue inside of her.

She gasps and fists the sheet, “Your tongue is incredible.” She breathes out.

I growl against her, but as much as I am enjoying what I am doing, I need badly to fuck her. I pull back and kiss back up her body. I tower over her.

“I need to fuck you now, gorgeous.”

“Please tell me you have condoms?” she pants.

I nod and reach into my drawer. I always have condoms. I take two out, tearing one off, “I do.”

“Thank God because I am aching.” She whispers.

I smirk, “Do you need my cock that badly?”

Kenna blushes but nods eagerly.

“Well then. I better give you what you want.” I say, reaching down and kissing her roughly.

She is quick to rid me of my joggers, throwing them away, releasing my hardened cock. I am more than ready for her. We need to be careful and quiet, though. I planned on waiting until we were alone, but I can’t wait any longer. I have no control left.