by K. I. Lynn
I focus on his lips because I refuse to look into his eyes.
“Why are you on birth control?”
Rising up on my elbows, I slide backwards away from him.
His hand lands above my knee, squeezing down.
I should break his hold, but for some reason, I don’t. Head bowed, I stare at his large hand, unable to move.
“Why, Kira?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Silence.
I know he can read into my tone, guess the answer to my question. He doesn’t like it, but does that matter? Yes, I went on birth control planning to have a back up once I went out there to sleep with other guys.
So what? He’s no one to judge me for it.
His sigh brings my eyes back to him. I’m shocked by the amount of sadness I see in his gaze. Anger I expected. Maybe even disgust. But he’s downright anguished now, and I don’t know why.
“I see.” He nods. A slow, resigned movement. “So I’m not the first guy to come inside you, either. Austin was.”
Whatever distance I’d managed to build between us collapses on my end. What I should do is get off this bed, exit this room, and leave him with that belief.
I can’t. It hurts me to see that expression on his face. To know the reason behind it.
God help me, I’m such a fool.
“Austin never came inside me. No one but you has.”
His eyes meet mine, and I hate the glimmer of hope I see in them.
I hate it because it eases my pain. It makes me happy.
Biting my lip, I stare back at him, my head spinning.
“Are you serious?”
There’s only a smidgen of doubt in his tone. He wants to believe me so damn bad.
That’s the problem between us. How broken we are. He doesn’t fully trust me, and I sure as hell don’t trust him.
Unless he’s inside me. Then nothing seems to matter but us.
“I have to go.” It’s the last thing I want to do.
And that’s exactly why I have to do it.
I scooch back a bit more.
Brayden’s head falls down, eyes on the bed. I follow his stare and can’t help the gasp that leaves me. That gasp only makes yet another round of wetness gush out of me and onto the pillows I’m sitting on.
There’s so much of it on the bed—thick, white—that it’s impossible to mistake what it is.
The hand around my knee tightens. Dark eyes meet mine. “Damn, baby. That just makes me want to pump you full of it all over again.”
I go weak all over.
My eyes fall to his lap. His dick is still exposed, sticking out of his open jeans. Even semi-soft, it’s long enough to lie on his thigh. I watch it bounce twice, then start to harden.
A hungry moan leaves me.
He slides his hand beneath my tutu, cupping my pussy. Staring at me, he braces one fist on the bed and leans into me, lips parting.
I ache to kiss them. Own them. Never let them go.
Fucked.
I’m so freaking fucked.
“Come here, baby. I have more to give you.”
I start leaning back against the headboard, spreading my legs to give him more access—
“What the fuck do you mean you heard someone screaming in my room?”
Brayden and I freeze.
It’s her. Jennifer.
And I want her to find us like this. Want her to see that Brayden just pounded me into her bed. Want her to know that I was the one who milked him dry.
Brayden wants it too. I see it in his eyes.
It can’t happen. We can’t get caught.
He’s my stepbrother, and that hoebag will have no problem letting the whole world know we’re fucking if she finds out.
Brayden jumps off the bed. Before I can process what’s happening, he has me up in his arms. Three large strides and we’re in front of the door to her closet.
“No. Not in there. She might catch us,” I whisper frantically.
“No choice. Nowhere else to go,” he whispers back and opens the door. He steps inside, puts me down, and manages to close the door just as I hear the door to the bedroom open.
“See? The bed’s a mess.”
I can’t make out who’s talking. It’s dark in this closet, barely lit by the sliver of light leaking in through the bottom of the door.
Brayden pulls me to him, hugging me. We’re chest to chest, my bare tits squeezed into his bare chest. I choke back a gasp, tensing.
“What the fuck? What’s that on my bed?”
That screech makes me cringe.
Until I realize what Jennifer’s talking about. I hold my breath, waiting for it . . .
“Oh my fucking God, is that—Someone came all over my bed!”
A laugh bubbles up my throat, and I have to press my face to the crook of Brayden’s neck to smother it. I don’t know why I think this is so funny, pretty sure this makes me a very sick person.
“Who the hell was up here?” Jennifer’s scream is loud enough to crack glass, I swear to God.
I hear her friend mumbling, trying to calm her down.
Brayden cups the back of my head, holding me to him, and I feel his chest bouncing with his silent laughter.
“I am not going to calm down. I want to know who the hell was up here so I can kick them the fuck out of my house!” Jennifer yells. “Go out there and start asking around. Get the other girls to help you. Or else I’ll kick all of you out, too.”
Jesus, what a bitch. I don’t understand how she has a large group of girls ready to jump at her beck and call.
Brayden shifts, sliding his hand between us and wrapping it around one of my breasts, his thumb swiping underneath, moving between the pulled down cup of my bra and my skin. As I try to pull away, he slowly tugs on my nipple.
Shaking, I bite down on his neck, trying to hold back my moan.
“Come back to my place with me, baby. I’m not ready to let you go.”
I shake my head.
He tugs on my nipple again, soft, slow, and rolls his hips into me, making me feel his fully hard dick. His lips graze my ear. “I need you again. All fucking night.”
My skin breaks out in goose bumps. I want nothing more than to have him to myself all night. “I can’t,” I whisper into his ear. I really can’t. We had sex, yes, but it’s not meant to be a repeat.
It’s all my body and soul want: multiple repeats.
Brayden sucks on my earlobe, just as slow as he’s playing with my nipple. “Please, baby. My cock’s aching for you again.”
My pussy is aching for him, too.
Willpower disintegrates.
The hunger rises.
My common sense is seconds from checking out completely.
I don’t hear anyone in the room outside, didn’t even register the fact that Jennifer and her friend had left. This is my chance. I can force Brayden to let me go, get the fuck out of this house and party.
But there’s no escaping this—him.
His thumb presses into the bottom of my chin, lifting my head up to him.
I don’t resist him.
Our lips meet, perfect fucking friction, and the moment I feel his tongue sliding along mine, I know I’m done for.
This is happening again. And again.
I’m going to use him, fuck him until I can’t take anymore. Gorge on him until the thought of touching him becomes unbearable to me. “Fine. Take me home with you.”
His chest rises and falls with a deep breath. One more kiss, and he opens the door slowly, making sure to peek out and see if anyone is in the room. The lights are still on, but it’s empty. Jennifer must have stormed out of here in her search and forgot to turn them off.
Brayden exits first and turns to stand in front of the door, blocking me from exiting. He reaches down to slide his dick back into his pants and pulls on the zipper. I reach up to adjust my boobs, making sure they’re covered by my bra-top, and his eyes flicker down to watch. “I’m going to ta
ke a separate way out of the house. My car is parked a block away, but I’ll drive around and meet you at the end of the driveway.”
But of course. We can’t let anyone see us leave together. How could I have forgotten?
More importantly, why does knowing this bother me so much?
“Kira?” He leans toward me, eyes wide and questioning.
“I heard you.” My voice comes out a lot harsher than I expect it to.
Brayden eyes me warily. “You’re coming, right?”
Swallowing nervously, I nod.
He kisses my forehead, lingering for a few seconds, then turns to head out of the room.
I wait by the closet, watching him stop at the entrance and look both ways before walking out. Less than two seconds later, I’m following the path he took, my heart pounding at the fear of discovery.
Sneaking out of the room isn’t the hard part. The hallway on this side of the house is just as empty as it’d been earlier when Brayden caught up to me. I already know I can’t head down the main staircase. Too many people. Besides, Brayden turned to head in that direction.
Thankfully, I find another set of stairs heading down toward the back of the house. It’s packed here as well, especially the kitchen as I pass, but I don’t see anyone I know.
Don’t give a fuck if they see me.
I don’t care about anything, actually. I just want to get out of this house and into Brayden’s car so he can get me to his place and fuck me again.
Analyzing that thought is dangerous, therefore I don’t allow myself to even try.
I keep my head down as I walk outside. Like most parties I’ve ever been in, there’s almost as much people lingering outside as there are inside. Dodging past them, I make my way down the seemingly never-ending driveway.
A part of me still can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m sneaking out in plain sight to meet up with Brayden.
Because I fucked him.
Because I’m planning on doing so again. Several times, in fact.
At the end of the driveway, I pause, my heart dipping. There’s no one here. No car . . .
A blur drives by me, slowing down to a stop half a dozen feet away from the entrance to the driveway.
Seeing Brayden’s car makes me way more excited than it should.
With one last look over my shoulder, I run out of the driveway, turn right, and run to the passenger side of the car. Yet another look to make sure no one’s around to see me open the door.
Emerald eyes lock on me as soon as I’m inside the car.
I clench my thighs together, ignoring how every inch of me is shaking. The sound of my seat belt clicking fills the car, almost as loud as his harsh breaths. I expect him to take off driving immediately.
He doesn’t.
“Spread your legs.”
God, how can his rough voice be enough to make my clit tremble?
“Now, Kira.”
Shifting in my seat, I open my thighs. He reaches between them, pushing my tutu out of the way and sliding my thong to the side. My swollen, wet pussy is exposed to the air.
“Stay like that, baby. I want to be able to see what’s mine while I’m driving.”
He waits until I give him a shaky nod before taking off at full speed down the road. At every red light, he practically has to slam on the brakes to stop the car in time.
And at every light, his head turns back in my direction, his eyes eating up the sight of my exposed pussy.
By the time we hit the fifth light, I’m a quivering, wet mess, my pussy begging for more of his attention. Uncomfortable, I try to close my legs.
Brayden’s hand slaps around my thigh, squeezing down. “Ah, ah. Keep them open, baby.” The light changes, and he takes off like a demon again.
“But you’re driving. You can barely look anyway,” I mumble, beyond fucking horny. He was inside me less than fifteen minutes ago, wrenching soul-shattering orgasms out of me. This kind of hunger doesn’t make any sense.
“That’s my pussy. If I want it exposed, you’ll leave it exposed for me.”
I should be aggravated by that kind of possessive comment.
God help me, I’m not.
When I spread my legs open once more, he hums under his breath, sounding pleased.
“How far is your apartment?” I ask once he merges onto the highway, my temple now throbbing like the rest of my body.
“Usually an hour. On the way here, I made it in forty minutes.”
It hasn’t even been ten minutes yet.
Angsty, I wiggle on the seat, two seconds away from rubbing my aching pussy into the leather beneath me. “That’s so far.”
His left hand tightens around the wheel. His other hand tightens around my thigh. I don’t even try to close my legs since his hold makes it damn obvious he won’t let me. “I know. Fuck.” He speeds up even more.
We must be past eighty, possibly pushing ninety by now.
I can’t even find it in me to be worried for our safety. Faster. Faster. Brayden must pick up on my silent urging because he presses down on the gas even harder.
Within seconds, we’re practically flying down the highway at an unholy speed. His hand starts inching its way up my thigh. I latch onto his wrist, squeezing tight. “No, Brayden. Keep your eyes on the road.”
“My eyes are on the road, Kitty.” He merges from the middle lane onto the right one, not slowing down one bit. “Now let me grab what’s mine.”
Heart in my throat, I let his wrist go. Adrenaline pumps hard through my veins. My eyes are locked unblinking on the road speeding past us. Every beat of my heart seems to echo in my ears. Brayden slides his hand between my legs, the tips of his fingers finding my clit.
I flinch at the fierce shot of pleasure his touch sends through me. “Br-Brayden . . .”
“Move your cunt on my fingers, baby.”
Is he crazy? I can’t believe he wants to finger fuck me while driving at almost a hundred miles per hour! “You’re insane. Stop. We can’t right now.”
His fingers thrust into me roughly and his palm hits my clit. “Yeah, we fucking can. I want my pussy riding and coming around my fingers, and you’re going to give it to me.”
My back arches on the seat. I’m too turned on to fight this. Closing my eyes, I give in, forgetting everything but the feel of those two thick fingers stretching me wide. Three thrusts, that’s all it takes, and suddenly I’m coming, my mouth open on a silent scream.
Brayden growls under his breath, fucking me faster. I feel the car change lanes again, another acceleration, my juices gathering on his hands and the seat beneath me. The world goes quiet after that, my senses gathering into the calm darkness.
The tires screech beneath the car, jolting me out of my semi-trance. I open my eyes in time to see him taking the exit ramp at almost maximum speed, blowing through every light that comes after. What seems like seconds later, he practically slams the car into a parking spot in front of an apartment complex.
“Is this where you live?” I ask, breathless.
He slams out of the car without answering. I catch a glimpse of his expression as he turns to head around to my side. Unclipping my seat belt, I open the door right as he reaches me. He practically lifts me out of the car and kicks the door closed.
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me straight across the parking lot, his much longer strides making it difficult for me to keep up. We reach the door to one of the two-story buildings. He opens it and guides me inside. “Second floor, baby. Hurry.”
I take the steps as fast as I can, hearing his pounding footsteps following me. At the landing, I turn.
“The door on the left,” he says, grabbing my arm and leading me.
I’m dragged into his apartment and barely get a second to take it in before he’s pressing me to the wall next to the door. He crowds me, giving me no room for escape. Eyes ablaze with emotion, he stares at me.
What is he looking for? Permission?
But I know very well what he w
ants from me, and it’s not permission. What he wants is something I refuse to give him.
“This is just sex between us,” I tell him, breathing hard.
“Keep telling yourself that,” is his answer.
Nothing else is said between us.
Nothing else needs to be said.
We both know where we stand—what our end goals in this situation are.
And we’re still going to fuck each other’s brains out because we have no other choice.
His thumb grazes my lip, a perfect, tantalizing touch. He knows just how to work me, even with such a simple caress. “Tell me you’re dying for my cock. At least give me that.”
I open my mouth, eyes locked with his as I suck him inside. My pussy ripples, hungry to replace my mouth. “I’m dying for your cock, Brayden. As much as you’re dying for my pussy.”
He can’t hold back his anguished groan, nor the bone-deep yearning I see in his expression.
Killing. Me.
No pity. No remorse.
It’s starting to feel like soon, I won’t have any choice in how this ends.
To silence the annoying thoughts going through my mind, I pull his head down to me, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.
He doesn’t move, letting me take the reins, but every small groan he gives me pounds straight in my pussy. Licking my top lip lightly, he whispers, “Tell me you love my lips.”
I’m too far gone to process what that really means, what my answer might divulge. “I love your lips.” Humming, I suck on them again and lift a leg to wrap it around his hips.
His body shivers against mine. “Admit that you live for them, baby.” He lets the tip of this tongue flick mine, but doesn’t give me anything more.
I rock my hips into him, rubbing my aching slit along his rock-hard cock. “Live for them.” I pull on his hair, trying to urge him to open his mouth for me. That tongue. Fuck, it drives me crazy.
His big hand slides down my back to tightly grip my bare ass under the tutu. “Yeah? What else do you live for, baby? This?” He punctuates the last word with a thrust, blatantly rubbing that monster between his legs into my cunt.
“Brayden.” I jump up and lift my other leg, wrapping both around his hips. He wraps his arms around me, holding me up as I roll my hips in circles. I kiss his cheeks, his jaw, the corner of his lips, silently asking him to open his mouth and give me what I need.
