Authors: Vi Keeland
Something in his voice was raw and I felt
tears well up in my eyes. Lauren saw my face and smiled and threw me a
lifeline. “Emily, you shouldn’t ask questions about people’s private lives,
honey.”
Emily took off her tiara and handed it to
me. “Okay mommy. But Uncle Kennedy never brings girls with him, so I just
thought that maybe he picked this one to marry. Hope, will you try on my
tiara?”
I smiled at Emily and reached down for her
to place the tiara on my head. “I’ll tell you a secret Emily.” I quieted my
voice as if I was telling a secret, but still loud enough for the table to
hear. “When I was about your age, my favorite game was to play princess. I
had a favorite tiara too. I wore it everywhere I went. I still have it.
It’s in my apartment in New York. If you ever come up to New York, I will make
us some tea and you can try on my tiara too.”
We spent the next hour talking about New
York City. It was clear that Kennedy was close with his brother and they made
me feel welcome and comfortable. As we were saying our goodbyes, Lauren hugged
me while Franklin and Kennedy were talking and confided in me quietly. “We
have never met anyone that Kennedy has dated. It was really great to meet
you. I know we don’t know each other well, but I can see the way that he looks
at you that he’s crazy about you. Kennedy is difficult to break through to and
will sometimes fight to keep you out. But the man that is on the other side,
is a man worth fighting for, Hope.”
***
The drive back to Kennedy’s was short and we
both laughed as he told stories about Emily. He clearly adored his niece, and
that made my heart swell a little more. The evening had been perfect and I
knew it was a big deal for Kennedy to take me to meet his family. He was
letting me in and I wanted to be there.
As we entered his apartment, his cell phone
rang. He pulled it out and growled. “I’m sorry, I have to take this. It’s
business.” Kennedy barked on the phone and I could tell that something was
wrong. He listened and asked questions for ten minutes and then gave orders
and hung up the phone without saying goodbye. He was tense and it radiated
from his face. I wasn’t sure how he would react to my reaching out, but I
needed to help sooth him.
He stood against the kitchen counter, his
legs spread and arms crossed. I reached up and softly kissed his lips,
surprising him by reaching down and cupping him in my hand. I freed the button
of his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He stared down at me and held my
eyes. I reached inside and wrapped my hand around him. He was instantly
hard. His body’s quick response aroused me and made me bold. I wasn’t a
stranger to taking a man on my knees, but it had never been something that
aroused me, I did it for them. But with Kennedy, feeling control of his body
aroused me and I couldn’t wait to take him in my mouth.
I rubbed up and down the length of his hard
cock and when his eyes closed, I sank to my knees. The floor was cold and
hard, but it didn’t cool my arousal. I gently licked the head of his cock, swirling
my tongue around the width of the head until I heard him exhale harshly. I
fluttered my tongue up and down his long length until I heard his breathing
speed up. Another minute of teasing and then I held the base of his cock in my
fist and took him deep in one long downward motion. Adding suction I felt him
grow thicker in my mouth. His hands wrapped around the granite countertop
edge with white knuckle strength. He reached down and wrapped his hands in my
hair, desperate to take over the rhythm.
“Fuck Hope, Fuck.” His hips began to gently
thrust as I bobbed up and down. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat
and I swallowed, taking him down deeper. He groaned, a deep sound of pleasure
and agony. I loved that sound and that he was losing control at my touch.
His thrusts became stronger and his hands wound
tightly in my hair stilling my head. He was taking over. I wanted to give him
what he needed, to remove his stress. I took his long hard strokes until the
root of his cock touched my lips. I cupped his balls in my hand, gently
squeezing, feeling them tighten with my touch. “Hope, I’m going to cum.” I
felt his hands loosen his grip in my hair and he was drawing back to allow me
to release him. His thrusts slowed. I wanted to finish him in my mouth. I
reached up and grabbed his tense thighs with both hands, and bobbed my head
taking over where his thrust left off. He groaned loud, a sound that came from
deep within.
I felt his hot cum fill the back of my
throat and I struggled to swallow it all. Three large bursts set my throat on
fire, yet I continued to pump my fist at the base of his cock, drinking every
last drop. His body shook and he mumbled something incoherently but I wasn’t
sure it was even words. He was still hard as I released him, which amazed me
after such a fiery orgasm.
He pulled me to my feet and held me to his
chest. His arms wrapped tightly and I rested my head to the side, my ear
against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Kennedy had given me what I
needed tonight at dinner. I knew he cared about me and it was more than just
great sex. I was happy to be able to give him what he needed to help him relax
with me.
We made love twice more that night, and it
was the first time that our encounter had felt more like making love and less
like sex. The passion and need was still there, but there was something more.
The next morning dawned and I awoke with
mixed feelings. I was snuggled on Kennedy’s chest and his arms were still
wrapped around me. It felt so good and so right, but the reality of my flight
in a couple of hours left me apprehensive. “I’ll come to New York next
weekend.” His voice broke into my thoughts and I wasn’t sure if Kennedy sensed
my insecurity or if he was feeling his own.
I looked up at him and smiled. We seemed to
be doing a good job at taking care of each other’s needs now. “That would be
great. Would you stay with me? My apartment is smaller than your bathroom but
I’d rather be there than at my work.”
“Whatever you want Hope.” He kissed the top
of my head gently and we laid there quietly for a few more minutes.
“I need to make a few quick business calls,
but then I’d like to show you the city before your flight.”
I nuzzled tighter not really wanting to do
anything that didn’t entail Kennedy not holding me tight, but I knew my
thoughts were irrational. “Okay.”
I took a shower and Kennedy went to his
office to make his calls. I didn’t know that he had called his assistant and
had her purchase a ticket for the seat next to me on my return flight so that
it would remain empty, instead of being filled by the handsome man that sat
next to me on my inbound flight.
Kennedy didn’t want to let Hope go home. He
wanted to keep her in Chicago and send a moving company to collect her things
in New York and never let her out of his sight again. But he knew his thoughts
were irrational. How could he want to be with a woman all the time when he had
known her less than a month? He had never even let women sleep over in his
apartment, now he was dreaming of moving Hope in. He threw himself into his
work, attempting to keep himself so busy that he wouldn’t have time to think
about all the men staring at his woman a thousand miles away. It didn’t work,
he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
They talked on the phone every day, but it
wasn’t enough. He knew that Hope was meeting Shauna for drinks after work
Thursday evening and the thought of men lining up to buy them drinks and try to
put their hands on Hope was too much to bare. He was the boss, he didn’t have
to wait till Friday to leave for New York, he could come and go as his wanted.
So he packed his bags and headed for the airport late Thursday. He didn’t tell
Hope.
Kennedy arrived at 10:30 and knew Hope was
still out with Shauna because she was going to call when she got home. Charles
picked him up and drove him to Salt, where he knew they were planning on going.
As he pulled up, he saw Shauna exit the club arm in arm with a man. His heart
raced and he dreaded watching the door to see who would come out next. Would
Hope be on another man’s arm? The door opened and Hope walked out alone, but a
man followed a short distance behind her. He watched as Shauna and Hope spoke
and hugged and the two men exchanged fist bumps. Then Shauna walked back to
the man and took his hands and began walking in one direction and Hope took two
steps in the other. The man that had been following Hope stood in her way and
she attempted to walk around him. He put his arm out grabbing her by the waist
and she pushed against him hard in an attempt to get away.
Kennedy bounded out of the car and took two
long strides and reached for the man’s throat. The asshole released Hope and
started choking. Hope turned. “Kennedy!”
“Hope, get in the car!” Kennedy’s grip
tightened and the man’s face began to turn red.
“Oh my god, Kennedy, please let him go, he
didn’t hurt me.” Kennedy’s face was stone and I wasn’t sure he heard me, even
though I stood right next to him.
“Get in the fucking car.” A command, not a
request.
I did as I was told and watched as Kennedy
released the man who fell backwards on the sidewalk clutching at his neck. Kennedy
said something to the man and then got in the back of the limousine.
“What are you doing here?” I was confused at
the sudden turn of events.
“I came to surprise you. What the fuck were
you doing?” Steel faced he looked at me for an answer.
“I….I…Shauna hooked up with that guy’s
friend and I told him I wasn’t interested. He left me alone at first. But I
think he had too much to drink and it made him more persistent. I told Shauna
I wanted to leave and the next thing I knew he was in front of me on the
street.” Tears welled in my eyes as the realization of what had happened
struck me. Would things have gotten even more out of hand if Kennedy had not
been there? I felt the tears spill over and sting my cheeks as I began to
shake in the aftermath of it all.
Kennedy grabbed me and pulled me close,
holding me tight. I buried my face in his chest and sobbed. My eyes streamed
tears that blurred my vision. I heard a deep exhale and then “It’s okay
beautiful, I’m never going to let anything happened to you again.”
I was still shaken when we arrived at my
apartment. Kennedy held me close that night in my bed. It was the first time
we had spent the night without having sex. He made me feel safe.
***
Kennedy insisted on walking me to work the
next morning. We strolled hand in hand and I watched the women on the street
turn their heads as Kennedy walked by. Wherever he went, women’s eyes
followed. The attention he received would normally make me uncomfortable, but
he seemed oblivious to it all and only gave his attention to me. As we
arrived outside of The Monet, I sensed his concern from last night.
“Are you going to be okay today Hope?”
“Yes, I’m good. But what will you do all
day while I’m at work?” I maneuvered my apartment keys off my key ring and
placed them in his hand.
“I brought my laptop and have some calls to
make. I also need to go shopping.” He smiled, a suspicious smile.
“Shop? You shop? That’s my second favorite
pastime…can’t you wait till tomorrow to go shopping so I can go with you?” I
smiled and knew he caught my innuendo.
“Second favorite?” One eyebrow arched and a
slight crooked smile.
I pressed my lips to his firmly in a kiss
and stood on my toes to come close to his ear. “Well it used to be my first favorite,
but having you inside me has toppled shopping from its perch on top of my
favorites list.”
He groaned. “Fuck. You can’t mention me
being inside you and leave me all day. I’m getting a hard on standing here.”
I smiled and pressed my lips to his one more
time and left him standing there watching my ass sway as I walked through the
door to work.
***
The second floor of The Monet held all of
the banquet halls and some offices. There was a staircase from the grand main
lobby that led to the main ballroom and my office was off to the right.
Outside of my office I could see down into the lobby and I often stopped to
watch the people coming and going from the lobby. Many people were dressed up
and it wasn’t uncommon to see a bride or men in tuxedos. Tonight I stepped out
of my office door and looked down at the lobby and saw Kennedy waiting for me.
As I reached the top of the stairs, our eyes locked. His eyes didn’t leave me
the entire walk down. I didn’t need foreplay with this man, I was aroused at
just the way he looked at me with his hungry eyes. The man was sex on a stick.
As I reached the main floor, I saw the hotel
manager, George, approach Kennedy, completely obvious to our interlude. “Mr.
Jenner, I didn’t see your name on our VIP list, will you be joining us this
evening.” George was a nice man and ran a great hotel, but he wasn’t the
greatest at assessing body language.