It had only been a little over an hour since I’d been buried inside her, but, watching her absorb the night around her, my cock throbbed furiously.
She slowly turned in my arms and looked up at me, an intense expression on those stunning green eyes. Her lips had fallen open ever so slightly, just enough for me to see the tip of her tongue run along the edge her teeth.
The throbbing intensified.
It became a full-bore ache.
She was going to kill me off.
Her hand came to rest on my chest, and she started to speak softly.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do up here,” she whispered.
My mouth went dry and I swear I got even harder. Like I was about to bust clean out of my jeans. The heat in her eyes left no question as to what this desire was.
Her fingers caressed their way down the length of my arm, leaving a tingling sensation that went straight to my dick. Then, she slipped her fingers to the front of her white sundress, unfastening the scanty garment. Button by button, that perfect creamy skin began to come into view, the curve of her breasts encased in a lacy beige bra, barely lit in the shadowy light that filtered up from the street. A gentle gust of wind blew her soft, blonde hair back from her face as she continued to reveal her body to me. I saw a hint of her matching lacy panties before she spread the fabric of her dress and slid the silky fabric down her shoulders, tucking it at her elbows.
Holy fuck. She was perfect.
Every time I saw her – feeling the beat at Hyper, rocking above me that day in the gym, in the soft light of her little bedroom lamp, laughing when she played with Sage’s kid, woven into the dark purple rope – I thought she was even more gorgeous than before. Every time she made my fingertips ache to touch her.
She made my heart ache to love her.
I leaned down to kiss her, stopping a fraction of an inch from her lips. “You know, anyone could just walk up here and see us.”
With a wicked smile, she dropped her dress. It floated softly to the ground to pool at her feet as she lifted her arms to press her soft little body up against mine.
“I know,” she murmured, running her tongue along my lips, biting gently. “That’s kinda why I want to do it.”
“We could actually get arrested,” I grinned.
“Handcuffs?” she exhaled with a long sigh. “If you’re trying to talk me out of this, you’re not doing a very good job.”
I pressed a hard kiss to her lips.
“You sure about this, baby?”
“Absolutely. The lightning, the cool breeze, the city lights… all of it. Some days, before I met you, they were what kept me alive.” She gave a light giggle. “It’s kinda like an homage to the gods.”
“Well, in that case,” I teased, and lifted her against me. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I made my way to one of the chaise lounges. I set her down before me, pulling off my shirt as I watched while she deftly removed her bra and panties in the dim light. Bare and lovely in the open air of the roof, light raindrops falling around her.
She came forward, kneeling on the rooftop deck in front of me, and pulled at the buttons of my jeans to release my dick. With a loud moan, her lips closed over the head and she sucked at it greedily. Her hands ran up my thighs, around to my ass and clawed at me as she opened her throat with a swallowing motion.
The rain began to fall more steadily, wetting and cooling our skin as she sucked my cock. Everything was dreamlike. My fingers tangled into her wet hair, guiding the motion of her head, pulling and gripping as I fucked her mouth. I felt my balls tighten up, and I fought the release. I wanted to paint her white, to shoot off all over her breasts and watch it mix with the raindrops.
But I wanted inside her more.
With a hoarse grunt, I declawed her hands from my ass and pulled her to standing, guiding her sideways to a picnic table that sat close by. Perfect height for fucking. I nudged her back to lie on the table, and reached into my pocket to grab a condom from my wallet. She leaned up for a moment to grab the package from me and tear it open, lining it up and slowly rolling it on my dick. My fingers closed over hers and together we pumped a couple strokes. My impatient girl threw her body back down on the table and arched her delicious pussy up towards me.
The rain was falling earnestly by this point, the thunder in the distance followed random flashes of lightning. I pulled her legs up to rest her ankles on my shoulders, aligned myself with her waiting body, and plunged deeply inside.
That fucking storm had nothing on us. It was only an accent to our own frantic need, illuminating her enticing body as she arched and tightened around me. The cold rain splashed down on our skin, then began to fade away as the clouds moved on through the valley.
I suddenly heard voices coming up the stairs.
Fuck, someone was heading up to the roof.
“Shit, Brynn,” I murmured as I pulled out of her, “someone’s coming.”
“Motherfucker!” Brynn breathed in agony.
I chuckled as I quickly grabbed her dress, tossing it to her. She had a mouth on her when she was wound up. I reached down and grabbed her bra and panties, tucking them into my jeans along with my aching, condom-wearing dick. Brynn was fastening the last few buttons of her dress as I threw my t-shirt over my head and handed her my jacket.
“I love those nipples, baby, but they’re about poking through that damn dress. And they’re mine. I’m not sharing them with the fuckers that are coming up on the roof.”
She laughed as she slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled the black leather closed in front of her. Grabbing her shoes, she turned for the back stairway.
“First one to my apartment is the first to come,” she grinned wickedly as she skipped through the rain.
Silly girl.
She thought she had some say in that.
Looked as though I’d have to show her who was in charge.
Brynn
No matter how I squirmed or moved or shifted, he wouldn’t touch me inside. He refused to go near my clit. I moaned and begged and sobbed. I dug my heels into his back and clawed at his arms and pulled his hair. His lips and his fingers caressed up and down my inner thighs, faintly circling my clit, but never quite close enough. Teasing me with promise and setting me on fire.
“Not yet, baby,” he whispered against the tender skin low on my stomach.
“Please,” I moaned brokenly. Desperately. “God, Kian… please.”
I arched my pelvis up towards him, begging with tears forming in my eyes.
“You taste so good,” he breathed, running his tongue along the outer lips of my aching sex, arcing around where I needed him the most. “You have to wait until I’ve had enough.”
His lazy movements frustrated me. In a defiant motion, I pushed him away and stood up against the wall by the bed. I could barely breathe, and the labored rise and fall of my heaving breasts left him with a heavy-lidded expression. It made me feel fucking sexy as hell.
He stared at me with a fierce, ravenous expression as I traced my fingertips down my breast, across my stomach to massage the intense ache that was building inside me. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers wrapped around his hard length, still fully sheathed, squeezing and pumping slowly. Enthralled with the sight, my head fell back against the wall.
He lay on the bed watching me, stroking his rigid cock. His muscles flexing. His hand slowly working himself as he watched my fingers slide into my wet center. I was soaked and my whole body was throbbing with need. This, him watching me. Me watching him. My fingers moved faster and faster and my thumb pressed on my clit. My legs began to tremble as my orgasm consumed me, and I collapsed against the wall.
Before I hit the ground, Kian stood and grabbed me.
“Okay, I’ll let you get away with that one,” Kian ground out fiercely as he lifted my body and tossed me on the bed, “because that was really fucking hot. But now it’s my turn.”
He stood over me while I lay panting
, trying to catch my breath and aching for fulfillment, for him deep inside me. My fingertips dusted over my naked body, silently coaxing him closer.
“Do you still have those popsicles?” he suddenly asked.
My hands stopped moving. “What?”
“Those popsicles from when you were sick? Do you still have any?”
Confused, I nodded. “Um, yeah… in the freezer.”
“Don’t move,” he commanded as he tucked himself back in his jeans, leaving them undone. “Stay just like you are, legs spread wide open, waiting for me.” Ooooh! He leaned over me and kissed me hard. “Be right back,” he murmured, and was gone.
I was dying. Seriously about to explode in spite of the orgasm I’d just had. The look in his eyes, the naughty glint, had me all kinds of twisted up. I lay there quietly, patiently waiting for him to return. My fingertips trailed over my skin. Every breath I released echoed in my mind.
Then he was back, standing over me with a box of grape popsicles. He slowly unwrapped one and sucked long and slow on it before he trailed it up my calf, then my inner thigh. Up around my aching heated core and over my bare sensitive pussy. The frigid cold felt almost painful on my warm skin as he drew it up my midline and circled around my nipples. The hardened peaks ached tremendously with the cold, then it was gone and replaced with his hot mouth. The temperature change wrought a gasp from my lips.
“Shhh…” he murmured against my breast. “Quiet, baby. You just need to lie here and take it.”
He traced the popsicle over my other breast, sucking hard after. I tried. I tried so hard to keep it in, but a faint whimper escaped from deep in my throat. In response, I felt a quick bite of his teeth on my nipple. My hands wound through his hair, pulling tightly to urge him closer, to bring the pain.
He lifted his head, raising above me, and my arms fell to my sides.
“You’re such a hot little thing, aren’t you?” he grinned wickedly. “I better cool you down a little, huh?” Using the popsicle, he drew circles down my ribs and across my stomach, licking and sucking the skin in its wake. Down around my clit, teasing before the cold hit my hardened bud. The icy chill slid along my sex and then deep inside me.
I almost screamed.
Okay, maybe I did scream. Because it was really fucking awesome.
The sensation of the popsicle inside me rocketed through me as his lips, his hot mouth, closed over my clit and sucked hard. The torment of it all, the sharp bite of cold and scorching feel of his tongue built the throbbing ache inside me and I instantly shattered beneath him.
“Mmm… grape Brynn,” he rumbled as he licked the sticky juices from my skin. “So good.”
He quickly rose above me, pulling his still-sheathed length from his jeans as he jerked my legs even wider apart. Slowly he began to slide inside me, his hardened heat warming the chilled sensitive skin of my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, holy fuck…”
The cold heightened all my senses, and I could feel the ridges of the condom grip and push at my skin, renewing the rippling aftershocks from my release that surged through me. His movements stayed tortuously slow until I had taken him in completely. And after a long hard kiss, he fucked me hard and fast with a brutal punishing force, taking me higher again.
Just when I was about to explode around him, he stopped and devoured my lips again. He slowed his pace, barely moving, just the heavy drag of his cock as he filled me and withdrew, so powerful against the slick wetness of my pussy. My hands slid down, reaching towards my aching clit.
“No,” he growled as he pulled them away, up over my head, capturing them with his long thick fingers. Not allowing me to come. Only allowing me the sensation of his cock inside me. “That’s mine, Brynn. You don’t get to touch it unless I tell you to.” It was sheer torture, but I never wanted it to stop.
“Oh, God… Kian… I need to come again,” I moaned.
He stopped for a moment, holding me firmly, impaled deep inside me. The heat of his length stretching me, throbbing and burning.
“Not yet, you naughty girl. It’s not time for that yet. I want to play with you for a while first.” He kissed me hard, a bruising kiss that inflamed me even more, and then rose above me again as his length pushed deep inside me. I struggled against his grip on my wrists, writhing and twisting my pelvis to try and feel his cock drag on my clit. Anything. I was so high strung that a strong breath would have shattered me.
Then Kian pushed my thighs up to my chest and pushed his body down on top of me. I could barely breathe, all but folded in half, but I didn’t care as he began to piston in and out of me with fast, strong strokes. In seconds, I hit my limit and screamed with my release, tears rolling down my cheeks.
Kian’s hand gripped my jaw, roughly lifting my chin to face him. “Look at me, baby,” he growled. “I want to watch you detonate around me. I want to know it’s me who made you feel that way.”
I complied, watching him through a wash of tears as he fought to stave off his own release. A pained expression followed by one of phenomenal bliss. My fingertips rose to cradle his cheeks, and I kissed him gently as he shuddered inside me.
Kian
“Shhhh,” I whispered at the mewling sounds that were erupting from her throat. “My pretty little Brynn. My sweet girl.” I kissed her forehead. I kissed her eyelids and tasted the salty tinge of tears.
Fuck, I almost felt like crying myself.
This bond was so incredibly powerful, so amazing and life-altering. Every time I touched her, I felt like our souls were connecting, melding together.
Sex between us was ever-changing. Sometimes, it was furious. A tempest that tore through and left us panting and drained. Sometimes it was slow and sweet, gentle like a soft quiet song and floated through the air. Sometimes, like tonight, it was full of emotion. I could taste her fear on my tongue when it was like this. The energy soaked into my skin, and my own unease fought for control.
I knew, as good as we were together, there was still so much that could tear us apart.
And Brynn did too.
I pulled her tightly in my arms while she wept, doing my utmost to soothe the pain away.
“Please,” she whispered against my neck. “Please, Kian.”
“Please what?” I murmured as my arms tightened around her. “What do you need? Anything, Brynn. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Please...” she breathed out with a ragged, raspy cry.
Twisting my weight onto one arm, the fingers of my other hand swept gently across her cheek and tangled into her hair.
“Open up those pretty eyes and look at me, baby.”
With a shuddering breath, she did as I asked, locking her watery eyes onto mine.
“Please...” she quietly sobbed. “Love me...”
Fuck, like she had to ask me to. I had for so long already.
“God, Brynn,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “I do. I do…”
Her tears still fell as I cradled her beneath me, my lips tenderly caressing her face. Along her brow, the wet trails down her cheeks. Her breathing slowly normalized some, yet she continued to cry. My own eyes stung, my heart ached. I could barely breathe as I murmured to her over and over again.
“I love you, Brynn. My sweet, irresistible girl. I love you.”
Chapter 16 ~ A New Client
Bad Seamstress Blues ~ Cinderella
Disappointed ~ Nine Inch Nails
Brynn
I had a new client in for a cut and highlight, and I instantly disliked the woman.
First of all, she totally looked down her nose at me when I called her name. Like I was being judged and came up short. Like she was confirming with herself that I was beneath her.
As I worked, she chatted along, mostly about herself. About how she got the house when she split up with her husband. About how he just didn’t pay enough attention to her. And he wanted more children, but she wasn’t terribly sure she did.
Because, after all, she had just in
vested a great deal of money erasing the stretch marks and getting her body back in shape after the first one. And, besides, he already didn’t pay enough attention to her. Like she really needed to add another person to the family that would distract him.
The more she talked, the more she annoyed me. Every word that came out of her mouth grated on my nerves just a little bit more.
Before long, she started asking me questions from time to time, interspersed with her monologue of self-love. Questions about how long I’d been in town, where I was from. She hadn’t seen me in the salon before, but she’d been flying to New York so much lately that she’d been getting her cut and color done there. No time for a trip this week, though, and she simply had to get primped for her date.
Her first since the divorce.
“We actually have been together before. He just pursued me so much, even though I was married. He said he couldn’t help himself. He’s wanted a repeat ever since and has been asking me out for so long, you know. He absolutely adores me. You should see how he watches me…”
I halfway listened to her annoying rambling, feigning interest and giving the appropriate “Oh, yes, of course,” and “That sounds wonderful,” as she rambled on.
“He’s tall and lithe, just built like a God. It’s been so hard to stay away, but it was very important to keep myself proper until my divorce was final, and being branded a lewd woman would have left me with nothing. I had to ensure I’d get my fair share.” She smiled wickedly at me through the reflection in the mirror as I blow-dried her hair. “But I’m so ready to be improper with him now… you see, he’s into rope.”
It took a moment for her words to register. My brow furrowed as I studied her expression.
“Rope?”
“Bondage? You know…”
Oh my God, this lady was off her nut. Who talks about stuff like this with someone they just met?
“Interesting,” I murmured.
“Have you ever tried it?”
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