Kellan paused in kissing my neck. “The alphabet? No, I don’t think so.”
It was only then that I realized just what I’d asked him. Was that a strange question? Could that be done on a guy? Would he like that? Just the thought of doing that to him made my earlier desire resurface full force. He’d just satisfied me. If I could give him just a fraction of that . . .
Before he could say anything else, I pushed him back and started working my way down his chest. His breath hitched as he caught on to what I was planning to do. “I know it’s not your thing, Kiera. You don’t have to do something you don’t like to please me.” His eyes met mine as I peeked up at him. “I like tasting you, that’s why I do it.”
His words made an ache surge through me. Smiling into his belly button, I murmured, “No, it’s not my favorite thing. But I like the way you react to it.” I playfully bit into the lean muscle of his lower abdomen, and Kellan’s eyes fluttered closed as he laid his head back on the pillow.
“Uh . . . ’kay,” he mumbled.
His hand threaded through my hair as I kissed the tip of him. Not really sure what I was going to do, I gently took him into my mouth. This really wasn’t my favorite thing, but hearing Kellan’s reaction, the deep groan he made as he clenched my hair tight was one of my favorite things, and I focused on that. Working my hand over the long part of him, I alternated bringing him deep into my mouth and letting him go so I could run my tongue over the top of him. I drew a different letter each time I swirled around the tip. Around G I could tell that I was seriously driving him crazy. It drove me crazy too. I lost myself, getting more and more into it. Kellan’s hand wrapped in my hair started shaking, like he was restraining himself from holding me down on him. On the letter L he was squirming around the bed, moaning my name. I nearly lost it, but I kept going with the elaborate tease. When I swirled my tongue around him in a giant O, he sat up and pulled me off of him as he moved to his knees. Before I knew what he was doing, his lips were on mine, hard, needy, and he moved me so I was straddling him. Without a word, he pulled my hips down, sinking me onto him—it stole my breath, it was so intense.
We held each other tight as we began to move together in a near frenzy; I’d never seen him so riled up. With cars still zipping past us, oblivious to our passion, I skyrocketed right over the edge. Kellan stiffened a fraction of a second later, plummeting as well. When we were both spent, we slumped in each other’s arms. The driver behind us still looked apathetic, poor soul.
Carefully lifting myself from Kellan’s lap, I collapsed onto the bed with a content sigh. Kellan snuggled up next to me, his breath erratic. As I twisted to cuddle into his chest, Kellan let out a low groan. “Oh . . . my . . . God . . . that was amazing.”
Containing my smile, I murmured, “Well, looks like I didn’t get to finish the alphabet either.”
I felt a little wobbly when I made my way to the shower later. I could hear snoring on the other side of the curtain separating our room and the bathroom from the rest of the bus. Good, probably nobody had heard us. Wow, what a way to wake up. My mind and body were completely energized and the creative juices were flowing. I kept my shower brief so I could get started on writing.
Kellan was absent from our room when I went back to it, but it didn’t take me long to find him. The bus was only so big, after all. Creeping past the people still slumbering, I made my way to the lounging area of the bus. The driver nodded at me and I waved, hoping he hadn’t heard anything. I sometimes forgot about the drivers of our busses. This one was a sweet older man named Jonathan. Oh well, Jonathan was a professional bus driver for rock stars. I’m sure he’d heard and seen a lot.
Kellan was seated on a plush chair near a table, strumming his guitar. He peeked up at me and smiled, and I took a moment to just appreciate him before making my way over. He nodded his head at a steaming cup on the table. “Coffee? It’s instant.” He cringed. There was a small kitchen area near the bathrooms, with a microwave and a mini-fridge, but that was about it.
I graciously accepted the cup anyway. “Thank you.”