I nodded my head close to twenty times and he laughed. "Good. Now I am going to make you feel even better." His body slid down mine, his hand still stroking, stopping when his head was right below my waist. He looked up at me, arching his eyebrows in question.
I nodded, holding my breath. Tanner and I had done this before, but only a few times. Our sex life consisted mostly of quickies before our parents got home. Keegan's movements were slow and precise, dropping kisses along my hipbone. My hands clenched against my thighs at the sensation of hot breath hitting me directly above my warmth.
The first lick was the most excruciating, leaving my body completely breathless. Chills broke out along my skin as he started his slow and tormenting brushes with his tongue against my soaking center. His tongue was bringing me to my brink and I wasn't prepared for what was coming when his hand reached down, rubbing circles around the nub between my legs. Every muscle started to lock up and my vision suddenly grew blurry. I felt like I was melting yet exploding at the same time.
"Oh my god," I whimpered, throwing my head back against the couch, my hands going to his hair and pulling it roughly.
"Let go, baby," he said, against my core and I did exactly what he said. Every ounce of sexual frustration that had been built up in my body surged its way through to the pulsing sensation between my legs. I moaned out lightly, my hands unclasping and going limp along with the rest of me.
His tongue stopped working and he kissed each side of my thigh before bringing his body back over mine. "You taste fucking amazing," he grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm before kissing me on the lips. I peeked down our bodies, noticing the bulge between his legs.
"W-what about you?" I asked, swallowing, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
His eyebrows arched. "What about me?"
"I can fix that," I said, my eyes tilting back to his erection.
"No worries," he answered, kissing me on the cheek and moving off the couch to grab our towels. "Up," he commanded, taking my hand and dragging my slack body off the couch. I shivered while he wrapped the towel around my naked body and led me up the stairs to my room.
"Get dressed," he directed. "I'll be back."
"Are you going to go jack off?" I blurted out, and wanted to smack myself in the face when I realized what I had just said. Who the hell asks someone if they were going to go jack off. I blamed it on the shattering orgasm.
He laughed. "I'm going to take a shower real quick." His mouth curved into a smile. "A very cold shower."
"So you are going to jack off?" I asked again, trying to keep my smile at bay.
"Wouldn't you like to know? You're more than welcome to come join me, curious one." He turned around, not waiting on my answer, and left the room while I stood there speechless. He just had his tongue between my legs, why did him inviting me to shower with him affect me?
Shaking my head, I walked into room and grabbed my pajamas from my bag. Dressing quickly, I threw myself down on my bed, snuggling under the covers until I felt the bed shift beside me. Keegan climbed in bed and nestled up to my side. I turned around to face him, noticing his bare chest and the words scripted across it. “What does this mean?” I asked, tracing the words with my finger. “Still I rise?”
"It means a lot of things, actually," he answered, holding his head up with his arm.
"Like?"
"Like no matter what bullshit life has handed me, I haven't and will never let it bring me down. I'm not going to let anyone or anyone tear me down. People can desert me, hate me or think I'm an asshole, but I'll never let them see me hurt. I will always rise above my enemies and my problems."
"Do you think your mom has deserted you?"
"No, she's actually part of the hate me category. My dad is the one who deserted me."
"Well, that's his loss.”
"If I would have known all I had to do was give you an orgasm to give me a compliment, I would have done that shit forever ago," he laughed, bringing his hand forward and rubbing my cheek. I glanced down at the sheets, suddenly feeling shy. Was he going to expect more from me tonight? Noticing my apprehension, he kissed my forehead and laid his head down on the pillow. "Get your beauty sleep. I'm staying in here tonight."
"Okay, I nodded, turning around and snuggling back into the warmth of his arms.
"Goodnight, my beautiful flower," he whispered into my ear.
"Goodnight," I repeated, exhaling and shutting my eyes.
It was a new year and I was going to fix myself.