Martha shook her head, but dropped the subject, calling out into the living room that food was ready.
Later that night, we took my dad and Martha to the hotel. They had to be at the airport by noon to catch their flight the next day. We planned to have breakfast with them before dropping them off .
When we were snuggled in bed, Kill ran his fingers up and down my back, the smile on his face still firmly in place.
“This is going to be so exciting,” Kill said, making me smile at his exuberance.
“I’m glad you're happy.” I nuzzled further into his side, hiding my face in his shoulder.
Kill propped up on his elbow, so he could see my face. “Are you happy?” he asked. His face finally lost the smile he’d been wearing since D had given him the news.
“Hell yeah, I am. This is one step closer to getting your car.”
“I'll buy you a dozen cars after we get signed,” he replied, lying back down.
“I don’t want a dozen cars, just you.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I wished them back. I sounded like a dream-smashing, whiny girlfriend.
Kill turned to face me. “You always have me. You're it for me.”
My heart stuttered before it began to beat wildly. I wanted so badly to believe him.
“You have one more semester of school before you graduate. Then, we can figure out what we want to do from there. I'll be on the road, rocking the west coast, and you’ll be rocking your last semester. I can't wait to see your sexy ass in a graduation gown,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.
“You might miss it if your tour gets stretched out, but I promise to take plenty of pictures,” I said, while mentally telling myself to shut the hell up.
“No, I promise. I won't miss your graduation.”
“Alright, rockstar, it’s a date.” I kissed him to seal the deal.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, rolling over so he was on top of me, and pinning me to the bed. “Are you ready for me?” he rumbled, his voice harsh from desire, making my blood roar with lust.
I nodded, unable to speak from my passion-filled haze. He slid his hand down my stomach until he reached the hem of my panties, dipping into my wet folds. He thrust his finger easily into me, my body accepting him. Pulling his finger out, he began rubbing the sensitive nub pulsating for him. I squirmed under him, not knowing if the sensation was too much or not enough.
“I love you so much,” Kill said before assaulting my mouth while pushing his fingers in and out of me and stroking my clit with his thumb.
Desperate lust rushed through my veins. My fingernails dug into his shoulder, and I was sure I was making marks. My mouth tore from his as my tongue trailed down his neck before settling at his collarbone. I bit down on it, marking him again. His fingers became frantic the more aggressive I became. His teeth nipped and sucked on my sensitive skin, marking me as I had him.
My breath was harsh as his thumb circled over my clit. He threw me over the edge of ecstasy when his finger hooked inside me, hitting the spot that drove me crazy. I bit down on his shoulder, my fingers embedded in his skin as my body exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm.
He quickly yanked my panties down and threw his boxers off with a growl. My mind slowly came back to me, and a wicked thought took center stage.
I placed my palms on his chest and pushed him over until I was straddling him. The sight of his pure masculine strength made me want more.
Slowly, I impaled myself until I sat fully on top of him. His breath rushed out as I trailed my palms over his chest. His hands held my breasts as I started to glide up and down on his thick shaft. I waited until I was at the very tip before descending down to the hilt. His hands left my breasts, taking hold of my hips, digging his fingers into the skin as he tried to set a faster pace.
“Sorry, Killer. This is my show.”
A grin, vaguely resembling a grimace, took over his face. His grip eased as sweat formed on his forehead. I rotated my hips, grinding my swollen flesh against him. The friction helped create sensations that sent me closer to my release.
“That’s it; keep going. You are so fucking hot grinding that hot pussy on me.” Kill's words were my undoing. The coiled pressure exploded all around me, gripping him inside me. I slumped over him, my muscles liquid, my heart surrendering to him. Kill's hands locked on my hips as he rocked them over him, his pace quickening with every thrust. His movements became frenzied until I felt him tense under me. A groan tore from him as he emptied himself with spasms deep inside of me.
“So much for me taking care of you,” I mumbled. I wasn't too upset, especially after the two earth-shattering orgasms I’d just had. Kill chuckled as he pulled me close to him.
“Sorry, I can’t help but get carried away when I'm with you. Don’t worry though; you're taking care of me. Just seeing you walk around, hell, just thinking about your sexy ass, is enough to get me off.”
“Stop while you're ahead. If you keep going, you're going to start sounding like Jet.”