Every Soul by LK Collins Page B

walks us to the couch. We sit facing each other. He places his face in his hands and I know right then that something is truly bothering him.
    “What’s the matter?” I ask.
    “They found new evidence in Kinsey’s case.”
    “Evidence?”
    “Yeah.”
    “What does that even mean?” I ask bewildered.
    “There was a fingerprint in her car that hasn’t matched anyone.”
    “Why are you just finding out about this now?”
    “I don’t know. But I’ve had a bad feeling about the investigator from the beginning and my dad was recently contacted by the FBI. Apparently, he knew about it all along and when it didn’t come back with a match, he let it go.”
    “The FBI, why are they involved?”
    “You know, I’m not sure. But I’m thankful.”
    “Does this mean she didn’t…?” I trail off, not sure if I should speak the words out loud or not.
    “It means that someone else was driving her car that day. It was found on the turn signal.”
    “Jesus, are you serious?”
    “That’s what they told my dad.”
    “I can’t imagine what’s going through your mind.”
    “Honestly, I just want to forget about it right now. I held onto hope for weeks after she went missing, thinking she was still alive. That’s why I needed to see you. I’m sorry if I acted like a dick.”
    “It’s fine. You’re going through hell. If I’m your distraction, then I’m happy to be,” I respond, scooting over and straddling his lap.
    Taking both of my hands, I wrap them into the back of his hair and pull his mouth to mine. I watch as his eyes close and he exhales heavily. With his mouth slacked open, I lean in, moaning, and kiss him. Giving him all of me. Wanting to take away every bit of pain that he’s feeling. For me, he does that every time we’re together.
    He takes his hands and slides them underneath the back of my hoodie. His warm fingers press into my skin before he pulls away and rips it above my head. Then I remove my bra and watch how his eyes look at my breasts, before he squeezes one and takes the other into his mouth. I push into him, loving the feeling of his lips, and grind my hips against his erection as it strains his pants.
    Reaching down, he unzips them. I scoot back and kneel next to him as he strokes himself. Then I take all of him in my mouth. He tastes delicious; his dick is already so hard. Moving my mouth up and down on his swollen member, makes my pussy yearn for pleasure. He reaches for me, rubbing me hard through my clothing. Pulling away, I finally stop and we both undress all the way. I help him with his shirt, lifting it over his head, and then push him down onto the couch.
    “I can’t wait to be inside your cunt,” he says, as I straddle him and guide his cock inside of me. As soon as he is in all the way, I lean back, bracing my hands on his thighs and begin to move, raising and lowering my hips. Bain holds my hips and bucks underneath me. With his head leaned against the couch, he has his lip tucked into his teeth and eyes tightly shut.
    I keep my movements steady and don’t have a filter on my noises. Bain fills me, giving me the pleasure I’ve been craving. “Fuck,” I cry loudly, tightening my pussy around him. His size still catches me off guard. Tilting my head, I concentrate on the greatness that is two bodies becoming one. Our skin slaps together, as his dick rubs me vigorously. My body begins to combust with pleasure and with urgency, I slam hard up and down, letting my release take over. I wait for Bain to do the same, but his noises never come. He seems to be even and calm, which is not like him – at all. Running my fingers through his hair, I ask, “Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah, why?”
    “You just…You didn’t come.”
    “Yeah, I did, right in the beginning. I don’t know what you’re doing to me or my cock, but I like it.”

Staring at Arion asleep in my bed, I almost feel guilty for not waking her. I check the clock and it’s 12:47am. I should take her