Kallen

The room was quiet when I entered, the snow that fell outside illuminated the room just enough that I was able to make it across the plush cream colored carpet, past the bed that held two snoring lovers, and plumping down on the pullout couch, I was surprised how comfortable it felt.

I kept my clothes on, not caring that I probably smelt like weed, and as I got cozy, I thought of a certain God-like man: Kallen.

His body was not only made up of height but also of broadness, his shoulders wide, and I could only imagine the golden skin of what his most-than-definitely-has abs would look like; a six pack? Eight? My fingertips longed to know.

But I pushed the thoughts away, ignoring a warm sensation that gathered between my legs and closed my eyes, drifting away.

*

“Valerie,” A deep voice whispered into my ear, a hot cloud of breath dancing up the side of my earlobe and sending shivers down my spine as I laid on the couch; a large hand, one that was no stranger to work slid over my exposed hip and sparks that felt like an ignition of fire trailed on my skin.

My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes flew open, room dark and quiet. This couldn’t be who I thought it was, right?

His hand trailed down, and his fingertips picked at the hem of my midnight blue bottoms. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” His voice was gravelly and I let out a gasp of air when I felt the stranger bit down gently on my ear; my core beginning to ache with heat and I wanted to push back as soon as I felt something hard poke at back.

His hand tightened on my hip, and I felt his other hand move up, gripping my hair and tugging lightly; I couldn’t help the small noise that passed through my lips. The stranger behind me hummed in approval, and he pulled my waist back into his hardness. I closed my eyes as the stranger started to rub himself against me.

“Fuck doll,” My heart skipped at the nickname. I’ve never had one. “I want you so bad,”

Me? He wanted me?

“P-please,” I found myself starting to beg; the heat in my core becoming more and more real with each passing roll of his hips. Cedar and rain taunting my nose, I wanted to moan out his name.

“Please what doll?” He questioned, fingers sliding down past the hemline of my underwear and I was glad I had shaved. His fingers drew designs as he slowly made way further down before splitting around and not touching the main part I wanted - no, needed him to touch.

No words formed at my lips as I tried to buck forward, the stranger's hand stopping me and the other pulling again at my hair, tingles scratching my brain. My breath quicked, a moan escaped, and I became painfully aware that I was wet.

“C’mon Valerie, tell me what you need,”

I tried to buck again, the sparks from his fingertips sending my need into overdrive. “P-please touch… touch me,”

That was all that was needed for him to find my aching bud, teeth nipping my ear once more, and I let the moan I was trying to hold back, out; his touch sent fire to my core and I felt my body begging for more as I pushed against his hand and back against his hardness. Back and forth, back and forth.

“So wet,” He chuckled, music to my ears and I felt him circle my bud again and again, moans falling out of me with no pattern, and right before I was almost undone - he stopped. “I want you to taste just how much you need me,”

His hand left me and drew upwards, out of my pants and up to my lips. Like a babe to the bottle, I opened my mouth and let his fingers crowd the space between my jaws. The taste of me and my neediness topped my tongue and I heard him chuckle into my ear.

“Thats a good girl,” I moaned against his fingers.

Quicker than lightning, his fingers left my mouth and he flipped me over, I could see the outline of his face and even in the darkness he was chiseled; my chest rose, covered by my sweater breasts brushing against his chest and he clicked his tongue.

“That won’t do,”

Before I could even ask what he meant, he started to tear off my sweater, and I found myself pulling at his shirt with haste; the air between us was heavy with anticipation and need and lust. Only books had ever given me a taste of this…

This desire.

My chest was only covered in my midnight blue bralette and I watched as he traced his hand down from my shoulder and down over my covered breast before gripping it harshly, sending sparks over my chest and need twisted into my stomach. It was almost instinctual as I pushed my chest up, wanting more, and through the bralette, he pinched my nipple; twisting the now hardened perkyness with focus.

“M-more,” I whispered. “I need more,”

My body was screaming for him, a foreign feeling sinking into my soul and I could hardly believe I was even in my own body - since when did I allow strangers to feel up on my body and touch the most intimate parts of me?

And since when did I like it?

Want more of it?

Begged for it?

Fingers found themselves circling my bud as he kissed my throat, each kiss leaving me breathless -or maybe it was when he entered me did I truly find bliss; his fingers were thick enough to leave me gasping for air and they pumped in and out of.

Teeth nipping at my throat, wetness building, gasping for air-

“Kallen, please,” I practically whined. “Please fuck me,”

All of the heat came to halt.

I opened my eyes.

No fingers, no lips, no Kallen - just my fantasy.