by K. I. Lynn
My jaw juts out, and I cross my arms in front of me. “A girl? So, this is a habit of—”
I’m cut off again as he curses under his breath and lifts me up and over his shoulder in one smooth move, making me yelp.
It takes me a second to gain my bearings, but he’s already storming down the hall. All I can see are the back of his legs and the floor. I crane my head up, noting the camera sitting above the door we walked through.
It’s not the only one.
Shit.
Someone’s been getting a show. Someone we may know is watching us.
Someone who may know what’s coming, because he’s probably done this before.
Blood pulses through my veins in a growing, heated fury.
“Answer me, asshole!” I slam my fists into his lower back. “Is this one of you and your buddies’ designated spot where you fuck girls?”
There were such spots. Over the years, on more than one occasion, I watched guys take different girls down secret corridors, much like this.
How many girls has he fucked here? How many girls are dying and have died to be whisked away like this to some secret spot?
“Not here,” is all he says.
Not here? Confirming that he has fuck spots around town, but saying he hasn’t done it here. I don’t believe it, believe him.
A door slams open and we move out of the corridor and into another one, passing yet another camera. I flip off whoever might be watching.
“Put me down!” I begin to struggle against him, trying to push off him, but his arm is wrapped against my leg, hand latched only inches from my pussy.
“Calm down! Kira, I wouldn’t take you to any of those spots.”
“But you have them!” My voice is high, even to my own ears, a stupid lump in my throat. All the girls before me. All the girls that weren’t me and should have been.
I hate it and the tears clouding my vision.
He heaves a deep sigh, his pace slowing, and his fingers release their death grip. Instead of letting go, letting me get away from him, his thumb begins to caress along my inner thigh.
Small, teasing circles that make my clit twitch in anticipation each time he swipes millimeters from my panties.
“I need you, the girl I love, right here, right now. No one’s going to stop me. Not even you.”
“So, I’m the fuckdoll this time?”
“No, you’re the woman I want to do dirty things with over and over and over until the end of time. And right now, I can’t wait. Not even another fucking second.”
The fight in me dissipates. What he said turns all my resistance off, leaving me relaxed, pliant. Words I’ve always wanted to hear strung together in sentences that make me relent.
I use him, but he wants me. Not just to get off. Somehow, I finally get it—he really does want me for more than a fuck. He wants more than sex, even when I can’t give that to him.
“Okay.”
He caresses my thigh, almost in praise for giving in, and turns his head to kiss my hip. The pace picks back up and he slams open another door, kicking it shut with his foot. The world spins again as he flips me back over and onto a small table in what looks like the break room.
His eyes are dark, heavy with the lust that drove him to search me out. The black frames surrounding them only accentuating it all.
“What happened to your contacts?” I ask.
He reaches up to remove them. “Ran out, waiting for new ones.”
I shoot my hand out to stop him. “Leave them on.”
He gives me a smirk and a nod before grabbing onto my thighs and dragging me closer. We’re inches apart, so close I begin shaking in anticipation.
“So fucking demanding.”
“Me?” Seriously? My eyes narrow. “You’re the one that stormed in here and—uhn!”
His lips are on mine, the force bending me backwards as I arch up. There’s a soul-sucking desire that breaks every defense down until my body is molded to his, arms around his shoulders pulling him closer.
Needing him closer.
My teeth scrape against his bottom lip, biting it as he rocks against me.
“Baby, I need inside you so badly. Need to come. Fucking fill you with me.”
“Fuck!” I hiss out.
He needs to shut that dirty mouth up or I’ll come before he’s even inside me.
Reaching between us, mouth still on mine, I hear the zipper a split second before the hot head of his cock hits my pussy. He pushes my panties to the side and shoves his cock in.
My eyes pop open, meeting his, then pleasure, lightning filled shudders move through me. His hips don’t even pause, pumping, pushing him deeper until there’s nothing keeping him from bottoming out with each stroke.
Everything happens so fast that all I can do is hang on and take all the pleasure he’s forcing on me.
And I love it.
I’m beginning to doubt there is anyone else who can ever make me feel this good. Nothing is better than this. Forceful, possessive, taking and giving. High off the pleasure from being loved and wanted so much that he can’t stop himself from devouring me with a level of passion I never believed existed.
Each pussy-stretching thrust only makes me greedy for more. Every time he pulls out, I practically drag him back in.
The table below me screeches each time he slams into me, scratching its way across the floor. My head is tucked into the crook of his neck, sucking the skin, marking him as my legs lock around his waist. Every available inch of my body is glued to his. I want to get deeper, closer.
I move down to his jaw. “Brayden.” Our mouths are open, hot and heavy breaths exchanging between our open lips.
His hips rotate, slowing the pace, more sensual, and I let out a whimpering groan.
“Kitty?”
“More. Please, baby, I need more.”
A growl reverberates from his chest into mine before he pulls me somehow closer. His arms lock around me.
Faster, harder, deeper. Each thrust wiping my mind more and more until there’s nothing but his cock filling me, burning me. My nails dig into his shoulders as he leans me down on the table. One hand grabs hold of the edge, the other still secured around my waist.
The pounding increases in force, making my eyes roll back while I fist his shirt and arch impossibly closer into him.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” I cry into his ear, one hand grabbing his hair as I lose all ability to form words. Only sounds come out as my pussy squeezes down on him and everything in me tenses, drawing muscles tight, contorting my body.
Then everything breaks, causing me to shake beneath him as my pussy pulses and floods around him.
He’s cursing above me, but it’s lost as my brain is blasted of all thought. Just the pleasurable agony each time he thrusts, drawing my orgasm out as he finds his.
A few strokes with me coming and they become jerky. I can feel each pulse of his cock firing off, his body convulsing from the strain.
He falls down on top of me, our panting breaths in sync.
Neither of us move for a minute, both spent.
I can’t stop from caressing his back and shoulders with my fingers. Light strokes that pull contented moans from him as he kisses my neck.
When he pulls back, his lips are soft against mine, almost reverent. The madness is gone, his eyes clear, staring straight into me. Still inside me, he caresses my hair, forehead resting on mine.
“Did you drive?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Jenna picked me up.”
His lips move lightly against mine. “Can I take you home?”
“To Columbus? No.” His lower lip juts out, and I can’t help but giggle at the cute expression on his face. “But, you can take me to my home. I’ll even let you sneak in the shower with me once the parents are asleep, if you’re good.”
His face lights up, and he bites his lower lip. “I’m always good, baby.”
I roll my eyes and slap his chest.
“Just i
magine when you move to Columbus. Sex, sex, sex all the time.”
He pulls out and steps back, walking over to the small sink and grabbing some paper towels.
“We have to have some study sessions where there is actual studying, otherwise I’m going to flunk out of school,” I say.
He wipes his cock off, licking his lips as he stares at my pussy. “Okay, sex first, then studying.”
“Why first?”
He puts my panties back in place, giving a little pat, letting me know he wants his come to stay right where he put it. “All that sexual tension in the air. How are we supposed to get anything done with that looming over us?”
“Sexual tension? Please! Just an excuse to fuck me.”
He nods. “Kitty, I would fuck you every minute of the day if I could.”
I reach up and caress his cheek before pulling his lips down to mine. Soft, sensual, spine-tingling bliss, and something I would never stop doing, because kissing Brayden is becoming my favorite thing to do.
“I have to get back to the movie,” I say. I’m no longer concerned with it really, and I’m sure it has already started, but I don’t need my friends sending out a search party.
Grabbing onto my waist, he puts me back on my feet and threads his fingers with mine, pulling me to the door.
“I suppose, if you have to get back. I can go hunt down our brother.”
“Ew, don’t say it like that after we just had sex!”
He laughs, getting what I’m sure is the response he’s after. Making fun of our situation does help a little with the reality of it.
When we get back to the door leading to the lobby, he stops and releases my hand.
“Thanks for attacking me.”
“Anytime,” His lip twitches up. “Seriously. Anytime.”
I pop an elbow into his side and find I’m having a hard time leaving him. “You’re such a jerk.”
Leaning down, he gives me a kiss on the temple, along with a slap on the ass. “Have fun. I’ll see you after the movie.”
I sneak out the door, leaving him to follow a minute later. The halls have emptied some, but there are still a lot of people milling around.
The couple hundred feet down to theater nine seem to last forever, my heart beating wildly against my chest. I’m caught between wildly excited about our public sex and extremely terrified that someone who knew us saw what was going on.
The movie is already going when I enter, spotting my friends in the second row. I duck down to slide in next to Ashley.
“Where have you been?” she asks as she points to my drink in the cup holder.
I give her a blank stare and from the other side of her, Jenna starts laughing, but not at the screen, earning a glare from the person in front of us.
“You totally had a movie theater rendezvous, didn’t you?”
I purse my lips and glare at her as I grab a handful of popcorn and try to make sense of the movie that started fifteen minutes ago.
While it helps me to ignore the giggles of my friends, it does nothing for the feel of thick liquid slowly pooling in my cheekies.
Yeah, I just came at her like a beast. Manhandling her until my dick was pumping inside her like a male ruled by the basic need to fuck my seed into a female of the species.
Only, it was really a shit day with pent-up anger and blue balls after she fucking teased me this morning. Walking into the bathroom as I was getting ready for work, wearing almost nothing, smirking while she stripped off her clothes and got in the shower, knowing I didn’t have time.
How the fuck was I supposed to stop the cock busting through my zipper or the madness that took over with each passing minute of the day without being inside her? Did she really think not being home when I got there was going to help her cause? That because she was in public I wouldn’t come after her?
Hell, no. My dick couldn’t wait.
I’m calmer now, the testosterone no longer pulsing through my veins like I was jacked up on steroids or some shit.
“Better?” Dana asks as I sit down at a table a few blocks from where Kira is to wait.
My brow scrunches. “Better?”
“Ryan said you were having a rough day.”
I turn to my best friend and cock my brow.
“Don’t give me that look.” He knocks back his half-gone beer. “You’re the fucker who sent me a text going off about my ‘cock tease’ of a sister.”
Fuck. I did do that when replying to his text about meeting at Fox and Hound.
“Yeah, well . . . Better.”
“Good. Now can you do me a favor and stop fucking telling me anything that goes on between you two below the belt? That’s my fucking baby sister.”
I nod. “Sorry, man. So, where’s Craig?”
“Should be here any minute.”
“It’s been a while.”
“He was at the graduation party, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah.” But I hadn’t seen him since I abruptly stood to follow Kira on her trek to the bathroom that led to us both leaving. “How’re the Reds doing?”
“Losing.”
And that was how the game ended just over an hour later. I’d timed it out, my exit, making sure to head back to the theater right as the movie let out.
“All right, I’m out,” I say as I throw down thirty bucks for my beers and burger.
Craig throws his hands up. “Dude, you just got here.”
“Sorry, man. I told Kira I’d pick her up from the movies so these two can have their date.”
Lies. They’re beginning to flow. Soon, they’ll be the norm. An everyday occurrence to hide our relationship.
Ryan quirks his brow at me but says nothing while Dana smiles up at me and waves. “Thanks. And be safe!”
Craig grabs my hand in a firm shake. “See you in a couple weeks.”
I nod. “It’s about time, isn’t it?” I step back, giving a last wave and “See you later” as I walk toward the door.
Spending the rest of the night with my girl is exactly what I need, so I’m happy she relented and let me pick her up. Just me and her. Maybe we’ll go to the basement and cuddle.
Yeah, cuddle. She promised me shower sex, and after sex, my favorite thing is my girl curled up next to and on me.
My fingers drum on the steering wheel, excited to pick her up, to just be able to chill with her the rest of the night.
There’s a horde of people streaming out of the theater doors, making the drive through to park a near impossibility and grating on me. I scan the crowd, but don’t see her. About a hundred feet away I spot a group of girls, two with identical hair, walking toward the other side of the building. It’s then I see my girl’s gorgeous hair that I’m suddenly dying to fist as I fuck her.
Looks like chilling is going to happen after my cock pops in her again. I’m still a bit pumped up from earlier.
Three break off just as a tall blond walks toward them, and I crawl another twenty feet, getting more frustrated by the second. My fingers tighten around the wheel, turning my knuckles white, because the blond stops at her and I can finally make out who it is.
The second I see him, my blood begins to boil.
Austin.
The exact moment I see he’s stopped, standing next to Kira, my insides implode. I’m unable to take that he’s near her, no longer able to contain the anger coursing through me.
Everything is bathed in red.
He’s giving her those puppy dog eyes again, touching her, trying again to take her from me.
They’re getting way more comfy looking than I can stand, but I’m still stuck in the droves of idiots who won’t get out of my fucking way.
A gap finally opens, and I manage to get a parking spot about five in on the farthest aisle.
I’m out of my car as soon as it stops, pulling the keys out and stalking my way over.
There’s only twenty feet between us when I hear the advocacy of death by my hands.
“I want you, Kira, please, g
ive me a chance. Be my girlfriend.”
I don’t know what he’s said to her before I got in range, but his pleas have my fists balled up tight, ready to lay him out in front of everyone. Make an example of him for all fuckers to see. Mash his face until he’s an unrecognizable, bloody, pulp of a human.
She’s mine.
I don’t know if she responds, but I stop in my tracks as he dips down and presses his lips to hers. She jerks, and tries to pull back, but he’s got her arms in his grip.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I scream so loud, so harsh, it startles everyone in a fifty-foot radius.
Murder pumps through me, ready to finish this once and for all.
They both jump. Kira’s eyes go wide, while Austin’s harden. He stands straight, chest pumped up, fingers curling into fists as well.
Fucker wants to have it out.
Fine by me.
I finish the gap and we’re here again, facing off, foreheads pressed together while every muscle in our bodies is tensed, waiting to blow.
“Are you really this stupid?” I ask between clenched teeth.
“Brayden, stop!” Kira tries to push us apart, but neither of us is budging.
“Butt the hell out, Hunt,” he snarls. “This is between me and her.”
No, there is nothing between them, and my rage and anger toward him snap, unable to be contained. Pushing against his chest I move him just enough to swing my arm back and fly it forward, connecting with his face.
He falls down to the ground, giving me enough time to step over to Kira, who’s staring down at Austin, hand over her mouth.
“Are you okay?” I ask, drawing her attention back to me.
She nods, her beautiful hazel eyes wide. Another look to the bastard on the ground, one who’s getting up, and she pushes against my stomach.
“Let’s go,” she says, almost frantic.
She’s worried, and rightfully so. Austin glares up at me, stretching his jaw. I don’t even notice the ache in my hand.
“Come on, Brayden.” She’s still trying to get me to move, but it’s not happening.
I pull my car keys out of my pocket and place them in her hand.
“Wait in the car.”
She glares up at me. “What the fu—”
