Elly & Kent - The Complete Story: Includes Books 1-3 (27 page)

I heard him in his sleep. Heard the little moan, but the breathing was still the same. I felt his hips starting to move in his sleep. He was so hard and throbbing.

I wasn't going to stop now, couldn't, even if I wanted to. I continued to rub him with my ass, clenching my thighs together as the dampness started to penetrate my jeans.

Another little moan came from Kent. I felt the little pulse of his hand closing and re-opening against my breast.

I moved my hand to the base of his head, my fingers threading into his dark hair. "Kent..." I moaned. He didn't stir, but moaned softly again. How far would it go before he woke up?

I turned my upper body so that I could press my lips to his. I kissed him softly, slowly. My fingers slid from his hair and moved over his ear, down his neck, slowly. "Kent..." I whispered again, my eyes half open and focused on his silhouette in the dark room.

His lips didn't change, they remained the same distance apart as I kissed him. His hips still moved here and there as his dick slid back and forth over my ass. I felt his hand give a little more of a squeeze to my breast.

I turned back and grabbed his hand, moving it down to my jeans. His hand had to be there in case he woke up and asked how the hell my pants got off. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off, all with his limp hand in mine. When the deed was done and I was laying there in just his tank top and a pair of soaked white cotton briefs I moved his hand back up to my breast.

 
I sucked in a breath as I felt his hot length sliding against my cotton briefs. I felt it throbbing and felt those hips moving since there was stimulation again. It started to slide smoothly because of his own juices.

I bit my lower lip as I shifted again, moving up the bed a little higher. I reached between my silky thighs and grabbed onto his dick, pulling him down so that he was thrusting between my legs, rubbing my wet panties against my hot slit.

I felt him sliding back and forth between my thighs, feel his breath tickling my bare shoulder. His breath came out jagged and I swore I felt a kiss touch my skin.

I reached down between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit slowly, circling my middle finger around the nub. My breathing increased and a moan ripped out of me as I flicked myself with my finger.
 

"Kent..." I continued to stroke myself, my orgasm slowly building, "God Kent how I want you inside me..." I whispered, my thighs tight around his thrusting dick.

I felt another light kiss touch my shoulder and his hand again gripped my breast a little harder and stayed clinched this time, keeping the pressure there. He was slick with my juices and his own as they mixed. My breaths were short puffs of air as my body tensed, "Please, please, I need you inside, please," I begged quietly.

The hand at my breast moved down and stopped near my hip. Was he waking up? The excitement of that possibility made he groan. His hand at my hip slid down to one of the cheeks of my ass.

"Please..." I begged one more time.

That hand tucked under the back of those briefs and pulled them to the side. I felt his dick sliding against the wetness of my slit now. My breath hitched in my throat and my hand that had been between my thighs moved behind his head, gripping him in anticipation.

When his hips brought his dick back I felt the head touch to the lips of my slit. It was so wet. I felt him press forward with his hips.

"Yes," I moaned, gripping the back of his neck tighter. "Yes, Kent."

I felt his hips press forward more as he slid right inside of me, almost to the base. There was a gasp of breath from Kent. I was so wet, so tight. Only having had sex a handful of times before this time it was still new to me. My gasp matched his and my insides squeezed him.

A louder moan came from him this time and I felt that hand that had pulled my underwear to the side move to my breast. I gasped as he repeatedly filled me. The slowness of the act was different than my previous times and not unwelcome. "Kent, oh my god, so...good..."

I felt his body shift and felt him push me onto my stomach. His hands went to either side of me as he started to pump a little faster into me from above and behind me.
 

I was so relieved that he was finally inside me, sharing the most intimate part of myself with him. My hands went to the pillow, holding onto it tightly as he thrust into me. "Yes, yes..."

Those thrusts kept getting faster and faster. His lips touched my shoulder again as a little moan escaped his lips, the air brushing against the skin.

I gasped, "Kent!" I held on tight, and as if Kent knew what I needed, one arm shifted under me to lift me to my knees and he moved to his. Once more those thrusts started and I felt his hand slide between my legs. I felt his fingers rubbing back and forth over my clit as his thrusts pushed himself as deep as he would go.

My voice and body quivered at the same time as his expert fingers brought me home in a matter of seconds.
 

"Oh, fuck me!" My knees weakened and my hands clenched the bedsheets tightly as I released around him.

His finger didn't stop moving and neither did his dick as my insides squeezed him tightly. It wasn't long before his breaths were coming quicker. Just before he lost it inside of me he leaned back and pulled out. I felt his hot seed splash across my ass and part of my lower back.

I was too sated to care. My first ever orgasm during sex and Kent had been the one to rub it out of me. Who knew sex could be that good? I lowered myself onto the guest bed and slowly released the sheets from my hands. My breath recovered slowly. "Kent?..." I whispered softly.

Kent lowered himself to the bed beside me. I heard him mumble. "Mmhmm...? Sleep?..."

I looked over at him in the darkness, trying to see if his eyes were open. Maybe he was still asleep, maybe it wasn't unusual for him to be woken up with a sex offer from Jen when he slept over, maybe he thought I
was
Jen. I wasn't going to be able to sleep unless I knew. "Say my name..." I whispered again.

His eyes were closed, his breathing sounded like he was deep in sleep again as silence moved between us. There was no whispering of a name or movement from him.

I stared at him, watching him for a few more long minutes before I slowly got off the bed, careful not to roll over and get the bed dirty. I paused when I was off the bed and bit my lower lip, contemplating my next move.
 

If he was asleep and woke up and saw the bed clean would he be suspicious? Would he be able to smell me on him? I rubbed my forehead with my fingers, my face crunched up in anguish. I slipped my panties off slowly and then leaned over the bed, I almost wiped it onto the bed but then stopped. It would probably look staged. Oh shit, what was I going to do?
 

I ran into the bathroom near the front door and shut the door behind me. I threw the panties in the trash and then stared at them. I couldn't leave them there. Evidence. I grabbed the trash bag and tied it up tight. I put it by the door while I cleaned my lower back up. While I was staring at myself in the bathroom mirror I felt tears pricking at my eyes. What the fuck was I doing? I'd just seduced my friend, my very best friend since childhood. I was only mildly relieved that he wasn't going to know he'd had sleep sex with me. At least he wasn't going to have to carry that around with him. I washed my hands a few times and then grabbed the bag.
 

I went into the kitchen and pulled out half of the trash. I was glad her trash bags were white and not see through. I threw the bag in there and then covered it, burying the evidence. I padded back into the guest bedroom and grabbed up my jeans. I slipped them on, wincing because I was already sore from his girth. I pulled the tank top off. It was dark and Kent was asleep so I didn't bother hiding my body.

I went towards Jen's bedroom but thought better of it. I was too low to go in there. I was a home wrecker. A cheater. A hussy. I went into the living room and put the tank top on the couch arm. I put my bra back on and grabbed up my sweater from the chair where it had been drying. I pulled it on and then went back out into the living room.
 

I wrapped my arms around myself and looked around feeling terrible. So angry at myself for doing what I'd just done. I packed up my stuff slowly. The anger seeping from me in the form of hot tears.

Chapter Thirty-Five

I knocked on Kent's door the next morning, a box of hot glazed donuts balanced on my hand. I was wearing black sweat pants, my Doc Martens, and our college logo on the front of my gray sweatshirt. My hair was up in a messy bun, no makeup on my face. I was trying whatever I could to look as unattractive as possible. It was the punishment for doing what I did last night. And if I was going to face him I needed to be sure I felt as insecure as possible so that I wouldn't try anything else.

Kent answered the door and offered me a smile as his eyes looked down at the box on my hand. "Donuts?" I could smell the fresh brewed coffee coming through the door.

"Yes. Good junk study food, right? And it'll go great with the coffee I smell." I raised my eyebrows and made the donut box levitate up to his nose.

Kent nodded, "I believe you are right." When the donut smell reached his nose he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. "Just bring them in already, tease!" There was a pause. "Wait, donuts?"

I took a step forward and then stopped. "Yes,donuts...what's wrong with donuts?"

"I tried to get you to bring sweet stuff over last night and you brought carrots and water, now you show up with donuts?" He moved out of the doorway to let me come inside.

"And I was keeled over before half time. I thought we'd try your approach today." I moved to the counter and plopped the box down.

There was a nod of his head. "Alright, fair enough. I got lots of coffee and a frozen pizza in the freezer we can have later if you want." Kent shut the door and went to the kitchen. He got two coffee cups out of the cabinet.

"You want a cup to start with?" He asked as he poured a cup for himself and sat it on the counter. "We got a lot more to cover to get through it all tonight."

"Sure, I'll have some." I unpacked my stuff, my back to him. "Did you talk to Jen this morning? I'm curious how the move is going."

"She hasn't replied to my messages. So I guess she's doing alright." Kent said as he poured another cup for me and brought them both to the table. His stuff was right where we'd left it.

I resumed my seat next to him. "She probably heard through one of her groupies that you had a girl over last night." I sipped the coffee slowly not wanting to burn my tongue too badly if it was too hot. I was waiting for him to bring it up. To bring up that I'd left without saying anything. To bring up that we'd had sex last night and that he remembered. Anything. "So, where were we?"

"Groupies? That's a high comment for her." He pulled his seat in a little. "You passed out when we started on Cubism."

But he didn't mention any of that. He just pushed forward as if it had never happened. And so I'd do the same.

"Cubism?" I pinched my forehead. "Did we even cover that in class?"

He nodded again. "You were snoozing a little that day. Doodling. I figured we'd study sometime and we'd cover it. See. I'm good for something." Kent grinned.

"Of course you are. Studying and," I chuckled, "distracting."

"Distracting?" He flexed the muscles of his arm. "I had no idea." He laughed as he picked up his highlighter.

I rolled my eyes at the arm flex. Jesus, why did he have to be so tempting? Was he flirting with me on purpose or just doing a normal amount? My mushy brain couldn't tell anymore. "I wasn't talking about your body, you nerd. I was talking about your video gaming and stuff."

"Forgive me, Miss Sexy Ass." He said with a chuckle and highlighted a large passage in his notebook.

I clenched my jaw tight and started writing the large portion that he highlighted. Kent commenting on my sexy ass was not something I wanted to think about, especially since he jizzed all over it last night. My cheeks started to blush as I remembered the night we'd shared. I tried so hard to push it out of my mind and focus on the studying at hand.

We covered a lot of things in the next few hours. Kent's damn near perfect notes were sinking into my brain with the help of coffee and a little bit of sweets.

I groaned and put my pencil down. I shook my hand out and let out a whimper. "I've never written so much in my life! Can we take a break now?"

He slowly put his pencil down. "More coffee?" He stood up.

"Yeah."
 

"Let me get rid of the old coffee first," he said, moving to the kitchen.
 

I went to the bathroom and then into the living room. My back was sore from bending over the table all morning so I stretched, grabbing my calves one at a time, my body bending in half.

I stood up straight, stretched out my arms and back and then rejoined him at the table. I took the donut from his hands just before it reached his mouth and then put it to mine. "Yum!"

"Dah hell?!" He turned his eyes on me. "I'm going to get that back."

I took a bite and talked around my chewing. "Mmm, 'o 'ood!"

Kent smirked. "I'm warning you. I'm going to get it back."

I stuffed the donut in my mouth as quickly as I could.

And I had most of it in my mouth when he pounced on me. An arm tucked around me and pulled me against him and he stood up so my feet dangled. His other hand was trying to get the rest of the donut out of my hand before I got all of it in my mouth. I screamed as best as I could and tried to keep the donut away from his hand, holding it out.
 

"Mmm!"

"Gimme the donut, woman!"
 

He grabbed my arm and tried to pull it down. I kicked at his knees lightly with my toes, not really wanting to hurt him and stretched upwards with all my might to keep the donut away from him.
 

Finally having swallowed what was in my mouth I retorted, "Never! It's my donut now!"