by Zoey Parker
“You’re not a fuck-up,” Brent said, shaking his head at her. “You’re not.”
“Pfft. Thank you, but you don’t know me well enough to say one way or another,” Kira said. She sighed deeply and stretched her neck from one side to another, trying to work out the painful kinks that had formed in her muscles over the past few hours. “Anyway, you can only do your best. Even if that’s woefully inadequate.”
“Hey. Come on. Stop talking about yourself that way,” Brent said. His brows furrowed in frustration as he glared at Kira.
“You’re not the boss of me,” Kira said a little sarcastically. “Oh, well, I guess technically you are, but I can still self-deprecate if I want. You don’t get to determine that.”
“Oh, yeah?” Brent said. He got to his feet, towering over Kira, his eyes blazing with something that chilled Kira to the bone. “I’m going to have to disagree with you on that.”
“What—” Kira started to say, but before she could get any other words out, Brent swept her into his arms, picking her up easily as if she weighed next to nothing. “What the hell!” Kira cried out, but her legs instinctively wrapped around Brent’s waist anyway, if only to keep herself from tumbling to the floor.
Now she was above Brent, suspended above his head and staring down into his eyes, which still seemed to burn with an emotion that Kira thought she recognized but couldn’t identify. Kira swallowed hard just to steady herself and wrapped her arms around his neck, licking her dried lips and meeting Brent’s piercing gaze as unwaveringly as she could.
“Stop fucking insulting yourself,” Brent whispered hoarsely.
“Or you’ll do what?” Kira asked, her throat going dry as she saw Brent’s eyes fall to stare down into her shirt, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he looked at her cleavage.
“I think you fucking know the answer to that already,” Brent said. His hand dug harder into Kira’s back, forcing her body closer to his as he walked around the perimeter of the bed. Before Kira could prepare herself, Brent growled and tossed her hard on the bed, making her body bounce on the mattress with the force of his muscles.
The next second, Brent was on her, pinning her down to the bed with a hand on either side of her head. He stared down at her for several long moments, already panting as if he’d run a full marathon.
“What do you want from me?” Kira whispered into the space between their mouths, unable to keep her eyes off his full, dark lips.
Brent licked his lips, his sharp white teeth bared as his eyes scanned up and down her body. One of his hands slid down to stroke her side. “You keep asking questions you already know the answer to,” Brent whispered. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her neck, applying soft feather-touches to her skin, over and over again until she shivered violently and clutched the back of his head with both hands, keeping him pinned in place with her arms.
Brent’s breathing, now echoing against her ear, only got harder and faster while his hand found the hem of her shirt, pushing it up and exposing the skin of her stomach to the cold air. Kira whimpered and squirmed under his touch. His hand began rubbing her stomach, pushing her shirt up further until her bra was exposed. “You’re so fucking tempting, you know that?” Brent muttered into her ear, biting hard under her chin and making her squeal and arch up into his body.
Kira could feel Brent’s grin on her skin, his teeth dancing over her flesh but making her wait for that gloriously painful moment when it would press down into a real bite again. “You like this?” Brent whispered into her neck, licking her collarbone back and forth until she finally stuttered out a response.
“Y-yes,” she whispered. A hot blush coursed up her whole body, making her woozy and light-headed. What am I doing? What the hell is going on? I can’t do this. I can’t fuck him again. I can’t! That little voice in the back of Kira’s mind kept protesting on a loop over and over again, but with every swipe of Brent’s tongue it faded, her mind filled only with the sound of Brent’s breathing and his light, teasing laughter.
“Yeah, you fucking like this,” Brent said as he drifted back up to her ear, tonguing at her earlobe before skimming the edge of his teeth around the perimeter of the shell of her ear.
“Mmf, yeah,” Kira admitted. She wrapped her legs around Brent’s waist, tugging him closer into her crotch. “Yeah, I fucking like it.” Her own voice was hoarse and shaky, her breathing speeding up as her hips twitched forward of their own volition, humping against Brent’s cock which was hard inside his jeans.
“Mm, you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” Brent nibbled along the edge of her neck. She moaned and gasped, tangling her fingers deeper into his thick hair.
“Yes,” Kira admitted, finally realizing what she’d wanted this whole time. Her body ached for him, her cells screaming out to be touched by his hands, his tongue, his teeth, his cock—every inch of him that she could possibly touch. “I fucking need it. Give it to me.”
Chapter Eleven
Kira
“Tell me what you want,” Brent said. He dragged his lips along Kira’s cheek, drifting over to her mouth and lingering over her lips without ever meeting them.
“Mmm,” Kira whined deep in her throat, desperate for Brent to finally give in and kiss her. It took all of her power to restrain herself from reaching up and tugging him down onto her mouth, but she held herself back. She needed him to choose to kiss her, to prove that he wanted it.
“Tell me what you fucking want,” Brent said again. His mouth hovered over hers stubbornly, his warm breath caressing her face while his fingers traced gentle lines on her stomach.
“I want your cock,” Kira whispered. She licked her lips, which burned with the desire to touch Brent’s. “I want it so fucking bad.”
Brent chuckled and leaned forward, and for a beautiful moment Kira thought she was about to be kissed, but instead he moved at the last second and gave a short peck on the tip of her nose. Despite her disappointment, Kira giggled, only laughing louder when Brent began to tickle her ribcage. “Stop, stop,” she protested in between chuckles, fighting to keep her voice low so they wouldn’t wake either of the boys.
“Mm, I don’t think so,” Brent said, grinning sharply above her. His eyes shone with a kind of merriment. He snaked his hands under her back to undo the clasp of her bra. “Yeah, let me see these beautiful tits,” he muttered as he slid her bra and shirt off of her body, leaving her topless and quivering underneath him.
“You like them?” Kira asked. She’d meant to sound sexy and teasing, but her question came out uncertain, wavering a little bit on the last word.
“What do you think?” Brent said. His mouth and hands traveled down to her breasts, and he squeezed one while he teased the nipple of the other with the tips of his teeth.
Kira’s body felt like it was on fire, but a little bit of hope in her heart flickered out—Brent had avoided her question. This is just sex, she reminded herself. She rubbed the back of Brent’s skull as he licked and pulled more forcefully on her nipple. He’s not going to treat me nice. He’s not going to bullshit me. I should be grateful for that.
Kira pushed those thoughts of her mind and decided instead to focus on the blissful warmth of Brent’s body on top of her, the sensation of his hands squeezing and pulling and pushing her in whatever position he wanted her in. “Get out of this fucking shirt,” Kira demanded. She pulled on the button-down shirt Brent was wearing, tearing it off his back. “I want to see you,” she added. She reached up to pull his head back toward her face so she could sink her teeth into the side of his neck.
“Fuck,” Brent groaned under his breath, growling into her ear. He gathered a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up to encourage her to bite him harder. “Yes. Yes, baby, fuck.”
Kira dragged her nails up and down Brent’s back, digging into his skin until he hissed in pain. Good, Kira thought as she bit and sucked harder on the base of his neck. He needs to feel me. He needs to memorize what this feels like, having me i
n control for a change.
She finally got a good grip on his waist and bore down with all her weight until she flipped them over. Now she straddled him and pressed him as hard into the mattress as he had done to her a minute earlier. Brent’s hands were still in her hair, but his grip was softer now, as were his eyes, which gazed up at her almost sleepily. He looked so relaxed, his body willingly sinking under her weight, pressing down into the pillow beneath his head. His hands drifted down to her hips and he stuck his fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling slightly but otherwise not making a motion to get her out of her jeans. Kira had the power here, she realized. He wasn’t going to tell her what to do. If she wanted to bail right now, walk out and never talk about it ever again, he’d let her.
But her was throbbing, her pulse reverberating inside of her, begging to touch something real and hard and full of desire for her. She needed his cock inside of her, but not yet. She wasn’t going to rush things this time. Right now, she was going to explore Brent’s body from top to bottom, dominating it as thoroughly as possible, wringing out every moan she could possibly extract from the gorgeous man beneath her.
“You fucking want me?” she grunted, pushing Brent’s head to one side to expose more vulnerable skin to bite and kiss and lick and suck. She marked him up all over his neck and collarbone, staining his skin with dark purple marks. Those will be a bitch to cover up in the morning, she thought. She smiled, proud of herself for creating reminders of their encounter that Brent wouldn’t be able to dismiss from his mind so easily.
Brent swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly in his throat as he nodded. “Yeah. I want that tight cunt again.”
“Hmm?” Kira said. She pulled her head away from Brent’s and stared down at him from her higher vantage point. “You better treat it right, then. Get me ready.”
Brent’s hand immediately sprang into action, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans and struggling with them until he got them pushed down to her knees. Kira decided to give him a break and kick them off the rest of the way. A groan escaped from deep in her throat as his fingers slid under the edge of her underwear and played around in the wetness between her legs. “Ugh, God,” she muttered, letting her eyes fall shut to focus more intensely on the sensations Brent’s fingers were drawing from inside of her. Heat sparked up her spine, and she couldn’t keep herself from rotating her hips around, practically riding his hand, grunting quietly under her breath.
“You’re so wet,” Brent murmured softly. His fingers drifted down to her hole and gently poked inside. “So fucking wet. You’ve been thinking about me all day?”
Kira scoffed. “Yeah, right. You wish,” she said, even though it was sort of a lie. She bit her lip as Brent’s fingers dipped deeper inside of her, curling a little as he began to thrust in and out. “Fuck…” Kira sighed out. She arched her back so that her torso draped over Brent’s and sunk her arm deeper into the mattress to brace her weight as she thrusted her over Brent’s hand.
“So tight,” Brent murmured. He wrapped his hand around the back of Kira’s head and pulled her forward until she was looking directly into his eyes, mere centimeters away from his face. “So fucking tight.”
“You better open me up,” Kira muttered, keeping her distance from Brent’s mouth but unable to keep her eyes from drifting down to his lips. They looked so tempting, so fucking sweet. She just wanted to pull on them, bite them, suck them deep into her mouth to taste as much of him as possible. But no, she couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t betray her real desires to him, even if he knew exactly what her pussy wanted.
Brent shoved his fingers in deeper and moved around in circles. Kira’s thighs trembled. Her spine arched almost painfully as he brushed up against the most sensitive spot on her inner wall. “Mmf, Jesus,” she grunted out, burying her face in Brent’s neck. She sucked on the skin underneath his ear and relishing the sound of the moans that ripped from his throat, louder than ever before.
Kira moved her hips faster, rolling them as far as they could go as she pulled herself off of Brent’s fingers and then sank back down onto them, over and over again. “Yeah, fuck me,” she murmured into his warm neck. She wrapped her hand around the back of Brent’s head just to have something to hold on to as she accelerated her pace, going faster and faster until she was practically bouncing in the palm of Brent’s hand.
Brent’s mouth found her shoulder and sucked hard on the bone like he was trying to consume her marrow. His other hand drifted down from her head and rubbed over her back until he finally reached her ass. He growled into her skin and bit harder. Kira cried out hoarsely while he pulled at the hem of her underwear, yanking at it until it snapped and fell away. Brent grabbed one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it hard then slapped her ass and forced her deeper onto his fingers.
“Yeah, fucking take it, baby,” Brent growled into her flesh. His tongue danced down her shoulder and then his teeth bit down her arm. He sped up his finger-fucking without warning, shoving in and out of her faster and harder and encouraging her to move her hips more forcefully by spanking her ass several times in quick succession. Smack. Smack. Smack. Heat radiated from the skin of Kira’s ass to her pussy, making her hole quiver around its prize.
This is what she wanted, what she hungered for in the middle of a thousand lonely nights when she’d woken up alone, wishing her life had gone differently. But this was real. It was happening. Brent kept biting down on her arm, sucking hard enough to leave a mark and sending sparks of pleasure deep down into her bones, making her feel like her skeletal system itself was vibrating with newfound energy. She never wanted it to stop.
But she still needed more. She needed to take back the power she felt she lost the night before. She needed to prove to Brent that she wasn’t one to be fucked with. She wasn’t one to be toyed with and ignored.
Kira reached down and yanked Brent’s fingers out of her. He whined slightly in protest when she pulled her mouth away from his neck and shoulder, but then lifted her hips to hover above his face.
“What do you want from me?” Brent asked. He licked his lips and stared up at Kira’s cunt, which was flushed with heat as her blood pumped faster inside of her, making her acutely aware of parts of her that she didn’t usually even think of.
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to,” Kira said, parroting back Brent’s command from earlier. She dropped her hips, pressing her wet pussy lips against Brent’s mouth, and rubbed back and forth until he opened up, brushing his tongue against her hot hole.
“Mm, yeah,” Kira moaned out. She rolled her hips back and forth until she got Brent’s tongue on her clit and his lips sucked the sensitive area around it.
Brent moaned into her pussy and his eyes sparkled with mischievous enjoyment as he ran the length of his tongue over her. To Kira, it felt like his tongue was generating an electric current right in the center of her pussy, sparks shooting out in wild bursts.
“Fucking do it. Eat me out,” Kira grunted. She clenched Brent’s head harder to brace herself as she fucked his face, moaning a shade too loudly as his tongue slipped inside of her, spreading her open wider, licking up the juices that flowed from her arousal.
Brent’s gripped her ass, squeezing and pulling her skin whenever he wasn’t spanking her, reminding her that he could still turn the tables at any moment if he wanted to. God, that idea got Kira hot, too. I want to suck his cock, she realized as she grinded herself down harder onto his mouth. I want to suck him until he blacks out from desire to fuck me.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Kira’s ass was on fire by this point from Brent’s spanking, but the pain only made her wetter, and her hole clenched around Brent’s tongue while her clit sizzled like a little point of concentrated heat, a little star shining from inside of her. It was growing larger and larger, getting hotter and hotter by the second, becoming so intense that some part of Kira became frightened. Let’s stop this now, a little scared voice inside of her said. I don’t know if I can t
ake this. I don’t know if I can handle all of these big feelings inside of me. I haven’t felt them in so long.
But when she tried to pull her hips away from Brent’s mouth, his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her in place even as his tongue went still, suspended in place right outside of her hole. His eyes drifted up to meet hers, silently asking permission to keep going. Kira cleared her throat and wiped some of the sweat off her forehead. Her leg muscles burned with exertion as she braced her weight on her knees, keeping her hips totally still above Brent’s face. She considered her options for a moment. She could back off, tell Brent to stop, and promise herself never to do this again. She’d be safe that way. She’d never have to feel this way again. She’d never have to confront the beautiful terrifying power between her legs, the potential energy there that scared her more than anything that Brent could ever do or say.
Fuck that. She lowered her pussy back down again so that her clitoral region collided with Brent’s willing and ready tongue, her most sensitive nerve endings getting ample attention while the hand on her ass drifted forward between her legs, his fingers finding her hole again. Fuck that, I need this. I can’t keep hiding away from what I want. I can’t keep lying to myself. I need to be fucked. I deserve it.
