Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(67)

“Are we going to have sex?” she asked in disbelief.

“Is that what you need from me?”

“No. Well, yes. But can we wait until we are both sober?”

“I do love you, Krista. You can believe that—last night wasn’t the right timing, or setting, but it’s true. I do.”

“Yes, but you also know it doesn’t count because I probably won’t remember it in the morning.”

“Just so.”

“Sneaky bastard.”

“Do you love me?”

“Fifth.”

“I’ll get it out of you one way or the other,” he said menacingly.

She was now na**d in front of him. He went about kissing her ni**les and to her delighted surprise, slipped a finger into her core.

She gasped as her body started to overheat. Waves of desire pulsed through her, spurred on by the suction of his mouth and that glorious finger.

He stood up to her, licked her neck, and said, “I will stay in control. You can let go. But first, will you take off my clothes?”

She lost no time. Shirt was first. It was a button-down deal that would need a little repair after Krista got through with it. Under shirt, gone. She kissed and licked his chest on a detour, and then went to his lips for some tongue action while she harshly opened his pants.

He moaned and massaged a breast. She wasn’t sure if she should take off his boxers, so she did. He said he would stay in control, so it was up to him now. She stripped them down and followed to her knees. She took his hard length in her mouth and went crazy, not holding back—not even a little. Soon he was moaning and gasping above her.

“Stop,” he muttered.

Krista knew he was getting close and she couldn’t think of a reason not to let him finish, so she increased the speed and prepared for the mess.

“Baby, stop,” he breathed again.

“Finish,” she said up to him quickly before she went back to it, sliding her mouth and hands in harmony.

She felt him tense, say “Oh Krista!” Then a long, sighed “Yes” as he came into her mouth.

She gagged, not as ready as she should have been, and because that stuff does not taste awesome, made a mess of the swallowing part.

Whatever, he got what he needed.

She got up and took a step away before he caught her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as she tried to retreat, keeping her face hidden behind messy hands.

She was not a  p**n  star, and as such, was not smiling when she had that sticky nastiness on her face. Plus, she was mostly drunk. Lord only knew what she looked like anyway, let alone with goop on her cheek.

“Have to clean up, Sean, lemme go.”

Krista scurried to the bathroom to wash her face quickly and rinse out her mouth. After she was done she went back in the room to find him worriedly sitting on the bed.

“You can’t expect a girl to get dirty in the trenches without the desire for a little cleanup after,” she said with a clean smile.

Sean sighed in relief. She could tell he hated his insecurity. He was embarrassed by it. But luckily for him, Krista had been trained by Jasmine. She was open and honest, sometimes to a fault. Insecurity was the least of their problems. By far.

“I told you to stop,” he said quietly.

“Don’t be an idiot,” she retorted, nearly jumping on him.

He laid them both down and climbed on top of her, spreading her legs wide. She thought he was going to enter her, which she had mixed feelings about, but still would have gone with, when he whispered, “No sex. But someone told me you left only partially sated last night....”

He followed that statement up by spreading her nether lips to reveal her pink center, then licked up the crease, ending at her clit, which he then sucked into his mouth.

She very nearly blacked out.

Thus it began. He spent hours making her scream. He never entered her with his penis, but his tongue and fingers were another ball game all together. When she could tell he had recovered from his release, she pleasured him again. This time he pulled away before the final act so she didn’t have to “get her hands dirty” as he said, and then it was all about her once more.

She must have told him she loved him a million times. She also told him things having to do with divinity and God’s image and all sorts of strange stuff. After a while Sean didn’t want to stop merely for the incredible ego boost. When he mentioned it, she informed him that she was happy to help, but told him to please bring his big friend closer so she could stroke it.

Apparently Sean thought drunk Krista was a riot!

Toward the end she surprised him with not being bashful to talk dirty—drunk added a bit more zeal as well. Another segment of the night was spent with Krista’s dirty mouth and Sean’s fascination and constant arousal to hear it. He got a third BJ.

When they were finally exhausted, and Krista was mostly sober and so relaxed and tired she could barely keep her eyes open, Sean cradled her body in his. “Better?”

“I think I will just keep saying I am only partially satisfied so you keep doing all that.”

“That’s fair,” he chuckled and nuzzled her neck.

Krista had intended some pillow talk, but she fell asleep instead. Sean did likewise, holding her like a teddy bear.

The next day they took a severely hung over Cassie to the airport. She’d given Krista her number so she could keep in touch, and also in case she needed any McAdams advice. Krista had the sneaking suspicion part of the reason she hoped she and Sean succeeded was selfish—Krista hadn’t missed the comment about wanting a sister, nor had she missed her desire for reckless behavior. If Krista married Sean, she would fit nicely into both of those categories, which meant she was exactly who Cassie wanted Sean to marry. And granted, Krista wasn’t even thinking along those lines—sex first—but it was nice to know someone was on her side. Especially someone who could whisper soothing words in Sean’s ear if things went awry.