Kayden: The Past

  His head dipped down, and my stomach sank.

  Was I ready for this?

  He didn’t attempt to unbutton my shorts as he kissed my stomach down to the top of my shorts. He moved the cloth sideways; his mouth engulfed me, covering my delicate flesh. He licked and sucked like a starved man, and I freely offered myself up as a meal. Pure ecstasy. He stopped abruptly and moved back up my body, kissing me on my lips, deep and passionate.

  “We need to go, Sophia.” His body moved away from mine. “Are you ready to hit the town?” he asked me with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

  “What?”

  I’m so confused. One minute he was licking me in the most forbidden places, the passion was almost suffocating, and now he wanted to leave?

  My head was spinning, and I shook it to try and clear my thoughts.

  “We have to get out of here. If we don’t, I won’t be able to stop myself. Let’s go downtown and enjoy the French Quarter.” He climbed off the bed and watched me intently.

  He’s right, don’t argue. “Okay,” I said as I rearranged my clothing and pulled my underwear back into place.

  He reached for my hand and helped me off the bed, sliding my palm down the cloth to smooth the wrinkles.

  My thoughts were racing, but I was at a loss for words as we walked out of the bedroom. I kept my eyes towards the ground unable to look at his roommates, but I couldn’t stop a smile from dancing across my lips.

  Kayden opened the front door for me before grabbing his keys. He was half way out the door when we heard, “Damn, who knew he fucked like a teenage boy?”

  Kayden closed the door, stopped, and placed his hand over his face. “I’m sorry, Sophia. They’re so fucking immature.”

  “It’s okay, Kayden. I know how boys can be. Let’s just go.”

  “Come on, beautiful,” he said kissing my cheek. “I can’t wait to show you the beauty of New Orleans in person.”