by Kylie Kent
Nodding, I know this. “Babe, if you want them there, I’m okay with it. Besides, I want you to start thinking of it as our place, not just my place.”
Reaching up, she gently kisses me. “Thank you, I don’t know what I did in life to deserve someone as sweet as you, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.” She kisses me again. “I’m still not moving in though.” Laughing, she walks out the door.
“Yet,” I tell her, she just shakes her head.
I’ve spent the last couple of hours listening to the shrills and laughter coming out of my theatre room. If it wasn’t making Alyssa so happy, that much noise at four in the morning would annoy the shit out of me. Ella woke up from the commotion at one point and I was about to go and tell them all to get out of my fucking house for waking up my baby sister. Well, all of them bar Alyssa, until Ella joined them.
I’m sitting in the living room looking through the printed images that Dean took at Caitlyn’s house. Bray is sitting opposite me nursing a glass of whisky. Every few minutes, his lingering eyes pass down the hall towards the theatre room.
Pointing at the coffee table that has the printed photographs sprawled across it, he says, “maybe you should put those away before one of those girls sees them.”
He’s right, I don’t want any of them to see these images. They are disturbing and are making me sick to my stomach looking at them. Caitlyn had an entire wall covered in pictures of me. Some were recent pictures of me with Alyssa, all with a big red X drawn across Alyssa’s face. The thought of whisking Alyssa away to some deserted island has crossed my mind.
When I voiced this to Bray, he laughed and said, “good luck getting her on board with that plan.”
After packing the images away, I look over at Bray. “I’m assuming you’ll still be here in the morning? I’m going to bed, I’m fucking tired.”
Raising, I don’t wait for his response. He still has a bedroom here, I will always make sure Bray and Ella have a place they can think of as home. This is that place for them.
I walk into the theatre, without a word pick Alyssa up and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals as I walk out with her, her friends calling out random things and Ella groaning throwing in a, “gross that’s my brother girls.” I laugh, heading towards my bedroom at the end of the hall.
Putting Alyssa down on the bed, I’m quick to lay my body over the top of hers. She’s still wearing that fucking dress. “Mmm, I’ve been waiting all night to rip this dress off your body, sunshine.”
I trail kisses up and down her throat. Her body shutters, and a few quiet moans escape her.
“Have you now? Well, what are you waiting for? You have me here in your room at your mercy. Whatever are you going to do with me?”
Alyssa unbuttons my shirt, painstakingly slowly. “That depends. Are you tired, baby? Because if you want to curl up and sleep, then that’s what we’ll do. If you want to play, then I’m more than ready to play this body of yours.” Grinding my hard cock into her core, I show her just how ready I am.
“Mmm, I pick play,” she moans.
Sitting up slightly, I smirk down at her and rake my eyes slowly up and down her body. “Stay right here, do not move an inch,” I instruct her as I make my way into the walk-in wardrobe.
After finding the toys I want for tonight, I walk back into the room to see she is still in the same position I left her. She tilts her head up, her eyes going wide when she sees what I have in store for tonight. I watch as she licks her lips and her breathing become shallow. She’s excited, good.
Placing everything on the bed next to her, I pick up the pair of scissors and cut from the bottom of the skirt of her dress up to her waist. Alyssa just stares, mouth open. When I cut away the fabric at the back of her neck and push the material off of her body.
I smile down at her, taking in all of her beautiful, creamy white skin. Mouthwatering breasts with the most perfect nipples, nipples I can’t wait any longer to have in my mouth. I suck on one nipple while rolling the other between my fingers.
“Mmm, I love the taste of you, I could suck on these all day baby and still not have enough.”
Alyssa holds my head against her chest, like I would willingly leave this spot.
“Oh my god Zac, that feels so good,” she moans. I know she has sensitive nipples, I remember making her come just from sucking and playing with them the other night.
Releasing her nipple with a plop, I sit up to reposition her to the middle of the bed, just where I want her. We have had a lot of sex the last few weeks, but we haven’t played like this, the way I intend to play with her tonight. I know she gets off on a little pain, I know she’s experimentative and submissive in the bedroom.
“Sunshine, if you need me to stop at all, just tell me, okay? I’ll stop at any time you want.”
She looks up at me. “Okay.”
“I need you to know, that I won’t ever do anything to hurt you, all I want to do is bring you to extreme pleasure. You know that right?”
She nods her head. “Zac, I trust you whole heartedly, now fuck me already, would you?”
Well shit, since she put it like that. “With pleasure, sunshine.”
Picking up two sets of handcuffs, I place one on each of wrists before securing them to the bedhead. I smirk when I see her pull at them, testing their strength. Trailing my fingertips down her arms, slowly down the side of her breasts, right down to her hips and back up again. I can feel her legs tense as she attempts to close them. Too bad I happen to be sitting between them, keeping them spread.
“You are so fucking sexy, all spread out for me like this. It’s like I’m at an all you can eat buffet and I don’t know which dish I want to start in on.”
Picking up a set of nipple clamps, I hold them up to show her.
“Wh … what are they for?” she asks.
“Nervous baby?” I smirk.
She shakes her head and licks her lips. “No, not nervous, excited.”
“Damn, you are the perfect woman, sunshine. These,” I say as I place one on her nipple, “are nipple clamps.”
I watch her reaction the whole time, the way her breath hitches, her body arching off the bed. The way her face flushes.
“Mmm, I think someone may be a fan of the nipple clamps,” I chuckle as I lean down to lick and suck at each nipple now that they have been clamped.
“Oh God, Zac,” Alyssa is screaming, “I will come if you keep doing that. Oh gosh, don’t stop.”
I keep nipping and sucking while kneading her breasts, moving from one breast to the other. Alyssa is thrashing beneath me, trying with all her might to close her legs, lift her core; seeking friction between her legs that she so desperately wants.
“I love how your body responds to me,” I murmur as I trail a hand up and down her thigh, stopping each time just before I reach her centre.
“Zac, please, please, please make me come. I need … need …” she trails off.
Lifting my head, I respond, “I know what you need, sunshine, and I’m about to give it to you. You need to learn to be patient. I think this pussy of ours is a little greedy, wouldn’t you say?”
I trail kisses down her body. Licking, sucking and biting on all of her creamy skin. I know she will be left with my marks all over her for the days to come. Inhaling her scent when I reach her centre, I look up to see her watching me.
“You smell fucking delicious, sunshine. I can’t wait to feast on this hungry pussy.”
She throws her head back moaning, I know she gets turned on by my dirty mouth, she’s admitted that to me before. I grab onto the inside on her thigh and bite down. I can taste her leaking juices covering her thighs. Turning my head, I give her other thigh the same treatment.
“Ah, oh god, Zac,” Alyssa is moaning incoherently, loudly. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole building hears her screaming my name. Reaching my hands up to her breasts, I release the clamps at the same time my mouth sucks on her clit. She loses it, bucking wil
dly beneath me, screaming out a mixture of obscenities and my name. I continue to drink from her until she comes down, bringing her back to me with slow languid licks.
Lifting up, I crawl back over her body and kiss her greedily, her tongue meeting mine hungrily, stroke for stroke. Slowing the kiss, I raise up looking her in the eye.
“You okay, sunshine?”
She smiles up at me and I swear I see my future in that smile.
“Never been better.”
“You want to stop or keep going?” I ask her, giving her full control, even though she’s the one currently in handcuffs.
“Mmm, don’t you dare stop now, Zac,” she demands, attempting to look stern. All it does is make her look cute as hell.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say as I place a blindfold over her eyes. Picking up the riding crop, I lightly trail the tip from her lips, down her throat all the way down to her core where I lightly tap it against her clit.
I watch as her body arches and listen to the moans she makes. Trailing the tip of the crop back up, I tap each breast slightly harder.
“Your creamy skin looks good with my markings all over it, baby. Want more?” I ask her.
“Mmm, more, Zac, give me all you got,” she demands.
I chuckle, knowing damn well I would never whip her with all my strength. I’m not a fucking sadist. I get off from seeing her pleasure, not seeing her in pain.
I tap the crop against her stomach, then along each thigh a few times. By the time I throw the crop to the floor and climb between her legs she is a squirming mess. Lifting the blindfold, I want to be able to see those blue eyes as I thrust into her. I lower my head and kiss her slowly, which is the total opposite to how much my cock is aching to be buried inside of her right now.
“I need to be inside you,” I say as I trail kisses down the side of her neck.
“Yes, Zac. I want you in me, now!”
Guiding my cock to her entrance, I slam into her. Alyssa brings her legs up and wraps them around me. Her hips meet me thrust for thrust.
“You feel fucking amazing Alyssa, I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Reaching between our bodies, I slide my thumb around her clit.
“Ah, yes! Zac! I’m coming!”
Alyssa’s body convulses, her pussy clenching around my cock. I feel my balls tighten, tingling in my spine and then I’m coming hard, spilling into her. Calling out her name.
It takes a few minutes for us to come down from our high. I fall next to her so I don’t squash her, our breathing heavy. I get up and walk to the bathroom, it’s only then that I realise my mistake. I didn’t use a condom and I came inside of her. Fuck, wetting a washer, I walk back out to see she hasn’t moved.
Using the washer, I wipe in between her legs. I love how she doesn’t stop me from doing this anymore. But I’m about to ruin her blissful moment when I tell her what I just did.
“Sunshine, I umm, I have to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get mad or hate me,” I plead with her.
“Zac, I could never possibly hate you.”
Taking a deep breath in I let it out. “I forgot to use a condom,” I spit out really quickly, “and I came inside of you.”
I hold my breath, watching her reaction. She’s looking at me, her expression frozen in place.
“I’m clean, I swear. I can show you my test results from just last month.” Great, now I’m blubbering.
The next thing I know Alyssa is laughing, she’s laughing so damn hard there are tears in her eyes. I think I might have broken her. I wait for her to stop laughing.
“Something funny?” I ask.
“Yes, do you really think I couldn’t tell the difference?”
Thinking this over, I just shrug.
“Zac it’s fine, you don’t need to worry. I’m on birth control and I’m as clean as you can get.”
Laying down I pull her into my arms, the place that she belongs. She sighs as she settles into the nook of my shoulder.
Kissing the top of her head, I muse, “sunshine, I’m not worried about you getting knocked up. I was worried you would hate me if you did, though. And I sure as shit was not thinking you weren’t clean.”
“I’m not saying I’d be stoked if I got pregnant, but I wouldn’t hate you for it, Zac. I don’t hate kids, I’m just petrified of the thought of leaving a child in this world like I was.” She’s so quiet as she tells me this.
Squeezing her a little tighter, “Alyssa, you are not alone anymore. You have a family now. And whether or not you want them, Bray and Ella, even Dean, we are your family now. I love you. I know Ella adores you and Bray and Dean, well I feel a little sorry for you getting lopped in with those two morons. But we love you, and when we make children together, all of our family will love them unconditionally.”
Looking up at me she says, “I love you too. And Bray and Dean are not morons, Zac.” She thinks on this a bit before adding, “well, Bray might be a little, but I’ll deny till I’m blue in the face if you tell him I said that.”
Chuckling, I reach over to turn out the light. “You need to get some sleep, baby.”
“Good night Zac. I love you so damn much.”
“Goodnight, sunshine, I love you too. Now go to sleep. I’ve kept you awake long enough.”
Chapter Seventeen
Alyssa
I wake up alone in Zac’s bed. Reaching over, I feel his side of the bed is cold. He must have been up a while. I debate just closing my eyes for a few more minutes, but mother nature is calling.
After going to the bathroom, I find Zac’s discarded shirt from yesterday on the floor. I put it on and roll the sleeves up a little. I decide that it covers enough of me, I mean the shirt stops mid-thigh, it could almost be a dress. I walk out in search of Zac.
I find everyone in the living room, everyone being Zac, Bray, Dean, Reilly, Sarah, Holly and Ella. All eyes swing my way when they hear me walking in.
Bray wolf whistles, smirking at me. “Damn Lyssa, are you sure you picked the right brother?”
Zac slaps him across the head as he stalks towards me. He says nothing, just turns me around and leads me back to the bedroom.
“Umm Zac, as much as I’d love to play around again. I think you need to give my vagina some recovery time,” I say.
“Sunshine, there are two hot-blooded males out in our living room, you need to put clothes on before you walk out.” I watch as he walks into his wardrobe and comes out with a pair of my yoga pants I’ve left here, a sports bra and a shirt. He lays the clothes on the bed.
Roaming his eyes up and down my body he says, “maybe I should just kick them all out, leave you in that shirt all day. You look fucking good in that shirt, Alyssa.”
Laughing, I grab the yoga pants and pull them on. “Zac, you’re not kicking them out. You know Bray only says those things to get a rise out of you, right? I’m pretty sure he is hung up on Reilly.”
Groaning, he says, “I know he does, and it works every damn time.”
Zac watches intently as I strip his shirt and put on the bra he pulled out for me. “It’s such a shame to cover those breasts up, it’s like covering up the Mona Lisa or The David. They are a bloody work of art.”
I have no response to that, I just laugh and pull on the shirt. One of his shirts that falls down my thighs. I tie the shirt up so it sits just above my waist line.
Zac groans, running his hands through his hair he says, “really sunshine, is there anything you don’t look like every man’s wet dream in?”
Looking down at myself then back up at him I respond, “I’m literally in yoga pants and a shirt Zac. Hardly stuff dreams are made of.”
Wrapping me up in his arms, he whispers in my ear, “you are more than what I ever could have dreamed up. You don’t even know the affect you have on men.”
I step back and towards the door, because, coffee, I need coffee. I look back over my shoulder to see Zac now staring at my ass.
Winking at him I say, “it�
��s a good thing the only person I care to affect is you then, huh?”
Walking into the living room I notice Dean scrambling to pick up papers from the coffee table, everyone stops talking at once.
I smile sweetly at Dean and with the sternest voice I can muster right now I say, “I’m going to go make a coffee, then I’m coming back in here and you will tell me everything that you found about this psychopath.”
Dean’s face falls, his mouth opens and closes. He looks behind me to Zac, as if searching for what he should do. I don’t give either of them the chance to come up with anything to prevent me from finding out what they are all hiding. Turning around, I grab Zac’s hand and start pulling him into the kitchen.
“Babe, can you help me figure out how to use that fancy coffee machine of yours?”
The minute we step into the kitchen Zac picks me up, sitting me on the countertop before walking over to the coffee machine. He presses a few buttons and returns to me with a steaming cup of vanilla latte. Could this man get any dreamier?
He steps between my legs, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs as I sip at the deliciousness that is my vanilla latte. Closing my eyes, I let out a little moan as I savour the flavours in my mouth.
“Sunshine, if you keep that up, I will not be held responsible when I fuck you right here.”
He pulls me flush against him so I can feel how aroused he is when my core meets the hard length of his cock.
“As fun as that sounds, you have a house full of people just in the other room. And I have a conversation to be had with Dean.”
As I try to push him back so I can jump down off the bench, he grabs my waist and says, “we.”
Confused, I scrunch my face and look up at him. “Huh?”
“We have a houseful of people,” he exclaims.
I just roll my eyes and walk back into the living room, where once again everyone stops talking at once.
“Okay, out with it. Someone had better tell me what is so bad that you all stop talking the minute I step into the room.”
