The Line Between

I did however want to ask her what was up with her dismissal earlier, and I contemplated waking her up, but in the end, I just wanted to watch her.

Creeper.

I shook my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. Creeper or not, nothing was going to stop me from touching her tonight. After removing all my clothes, except my briefs, I slid into the bed behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist without waking her.

“Dane,” she whispered. I stilled, thinking she was awake, and waited for her to flip out at me for being on her bed. But she didn’t.

“Oh,” she sighed. “Yesss.”

My eyes widened, and I leaned over her to get a look at her face. She was definitely dreaming, and by the sounds of it she was dreaming about me.

“Ahhh,” she exhaled. She arched her back, and her nipples hardened beneath my shirt.

Holy.

Shit.

Kennedy was having a wet dream.

About me.

Fuck.

How did a guy ever react to that?

I could’ve left it, and just let her dream, but not only was I getting hard, I also had the ridiculous urge to…laugh?

A choked snort burst from mouth, and Kennedy startled awake. Her cheeks were flushed, illuminated by the sliver of moonlight coming from through her slightly parted curtains. I had to refrain from sucking in a breath because she looked angelic.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, pulling away.

“You were upset earlier.” I shrugged sheepishly. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” she tried to push me away, but I grabbed her wrist. “I was sleeping, so if you don’t mind…”

There it was.

Her dismissal.

But I wasn’t going anywhere.

“I don’t mind at all,” I said. “What were you dreaming about?”

She looked away, and brushed her hair away from her face. “Nothing.”

I pulled her closer, and flipped her onto her back. I straddled her hips so that she couldn’t push me away again, or leave the bed.

I lowered my head, and pressed my lips over her pulse point where her heartbeat stuttered. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” Her breath faltered, and she gave a half-hearted attempt at bucking me off. It only made me harder, and her eyes widened when she felt me through my briefs.

My hands moved to the hem of the shirt covering her body, and I suppressed a groan when I saw she was only wearing a small pair of black panties underneath.

“You can tell me what upset you earlier, or I can make you. It’s your choice.”

Lifting the shirt higher, I touched my lips to her stomach, and felt her shiver.

“I told you…” she paused, and bit her lip as my mouth and hands moved higher, taking the shirt with them. “I’m fine. You didn’t have to check on me.”

I sat up, and slowly lifted her arms so that the offending item hiding her body from me could be removed. She didn’t fight me, and I took that as a sign. She might tell me to leave, but she doesn’t mean it. Her attempt at putting on a face of indifference was admirable, though.

My eyes traveled down her body, taking in the peaks of her rosy nipples, the valley between her sumptuous tits, the curvature of her waist, and the perfect V between her thighs. Her body was sin, wrapped in a demure little package and I wanted to keep it all to myself.

“I’ll ask you one more time.” Lowering my head, I blew out a breath across her skin, and watched it pebble. If there was one thing that drove me wilder than anything else when it came to this girl, it was the way her body just seemed to answer mine. “Tell me what upset you.”

She shook her head, keeping her luminous green eyes locked with my cool blue ones. “I don’t want to talk about it. It doesn’t matter.”

I grinned against her warm flesh, just below the swell of her tits. “Fine, we’ll do this your way then. But don’t say I didn’t warn you, Kitten.”

I sucked her nipple into my mouth, and swirled my tongue around it. Kennedy kept her hands on either side of her head, fisting the sheets until her knuckles were white. I’d learned many thing about her in the last few days, namely what turned her on, where her ‘sweet’ spots were. Her nipples were one, and squeezing her tits in my palms was another. She’d never admit it out loud, but secretly she liked it when I man-handled her. Her eyes would widen, and her mouth would part whenever I did something particular to tease her, make her whimper, and then beg. And when she begged? I obliged.

Her moan penetrated the haze I found myself in, and I switched sides, lavishing her other nipple until its rosy hue turned red. I felt her tits swell, and I squeezed them as I sat up. “You ready to talk to me yet?” I asked. If she said no then I’d be prepared to resort to more extreme measures, and trust me when I said I would take full advantage. Now that I thought about it, I wanted her to say no, just so that I could torture it out of her until she gave in.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she sighed. The slight arch of her back told me she liked what my hands were doing, and knowing I could please her only fed the hunger inside me.

“Wrong answer, Kitten,” I admonished playfully, fully aware that my words, and my thoughts were contradictory.

I’d get her to open up to me. She just needed some encouragement.

I moved lower down her legs until I could see her panties, and trailed my hands down to her hips. My fingers brushed the edge of the black lace, and circled over the material covering her pussy. Her sharp intake of air was like music to my ears, and I rubbed harder. Her hips started moving, and she tried to widen her legs but she was trapped. The only way she was going to get some kind of relief was if I gave it to her.

“You don’t play fair, Winters,” she said through gritted teeth.

“I wasn’t aware that we were playing a game,” I replied. Leaning forward, I rested my forearm next to her head, and parted my legs to give me better access to her. With a questioning gaze, she whispered, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doi -” her mouth dropped open when my fingers shoved her panties to the side, and brushed her pussy. She whimpered.

“You were saying?”

“I know exactly - ”

Her words were cut off when I pushed two digits inside her wet entrance. Her body jolted backwards with the force, and her tits swayed. “Exactly what?” I teased. “Finish your sentence, Kitten.”

She gave me a dirty look. “I would, if you’d just - ”

I repeated the motion, sliding my fingers out, and pushing back in. “Ah,” she cried out. “Dane, why are you doing this?”

I lowered my forehead to hers, and inhaled her shaky breath. “Because I want you talk to me, but you’re too stubborn. So I’m using the ‘Dane Winters’ equivalent of Chinese torture.”

My fingers set a steady pace, and Kennedy’s pants filled the room. Her lips were tempting me, so I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth, and lightly bit it. I felt her hands settle on my sides, her fingertips tickling the skin above my ribs.

“Please,” I begged against her mouth. “Talk to me.”

“I c-can’t” she mewled. “Not like t-this.”

I parted her slick lips until my thumb settled on her clit. The plea etched onto her face is what did me in, and even if she never ended up telling me what Amy had said to her, I wanted to reassure her anyway. The way she made me concede with a single look should’ve been an alarm going off in my head, but all I cared about was making sure that she didn’t have a single doubt about us. About this.