Need

by K. I. Lynn

  I hiss, sitting on the edge. I want to come. I want to come in her. She’s mine. It’s what I’ve always wanted.

  Mark her insides.

  The first.

  Her last.

  I can’t take anymore. I need to taste her before it all ends, before the mirage fades away.

  I yank hard on her hips, and she stumbles up my body until I have her right where I want her. Her thighs straddle my head, her pussy inches from my mouth. The panties have slipped back over, hiding what I want. My nose runs along the fabric that’s damp from what I’ve done to her. She smells perfect—all woman, heady, and musk.

  My cock pulses and my hips thrust, searching out friction, searching out skin, begging to release. One of my hands squeezes her hip while the other moves the cotton away.

  She’s the softest shade of pink, puffy lips glistening with her want. I groan and lean in for my first taste. My tongue starts at the bottom and swipes up.

  She gasps, loud and melodic, fingers gripping my hair and pulling when my tongue flicks her clit.

  It’s too much. It’s just enough.

  My hand digs into her thigh with what I’m sure is a bruising grip, my hips jerking as I latch onto her clit.

  And I’m gone.

  My cock explodes all over my stomach and I don’t give a shit except for the pounding pleasure. Everything is white, empty, serene, if just for a few seconds.

  But when I come down, my dream continues. Kira’s still here, pussy on my lips. My cock twitches, the last drops oozing onto my abs. I start eating her out, needing to taste her come, feel her come. I want her thighs shaking around my head as I give her what no other has.

  “Shit! Shit, oh my God, Brayden.” She’s panting, begging, riding my face. Her fists clench my hair harder, pushing me deeper. I lick everywhere, nip and taste and devour all of her.

  I’m so deep in she won’t let me flick her clit anymore; all I can do is etch myself into her walls with my tongue. I need her to come, so I take control back, growling against her as I grip her hips and pull her down. My teeth graze against her clit and I bite.

  A choking, screaming sob erupts from her as all movement stops. All but the thigh quaking, body-convulsing, pussy-pulsing of her coming into my mouth.

  The taste of her on my lips, on my tongue, swallowing her slick juice, and the pain of her lasting grip on my hair makes me realize that it’s not a dream.

  Kira’s pussy really is on my mouth.

  In my high, I don’t give a shit that it’s wrong, that I vowed to stay away from her, that she’s my stepsister. None of it matters, only that my name spilled from her lips in a moment of ecstasy I gave her.

  And the world has never been more right.

  She releases me, panting, unable to move, unwilling to leave.

  If it’s not going to end, I need more.

  So much fucking more.

  I need my cock deep inside her, claiming that sweet little pussy of hers.

  Claiming what’s mine.

  My cock likes this idea, recovering faster than normal. I grip onto her thighs with my arms and flip us over. Her legs relax open, falling against the bed, and I groan, staring at her swollen pussy, glistening, soaking wet.

  “Kitty . . . ”

  She gasps and I look up. She’s staring at me, heavy lidded, lusted out, and the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I groan and latch onto the inside of her thigh, trying to rein myself in. Her body convulses, back arching, fingers gripping my hair again. I pull back and smirk at the bite mark blossoming on her pale skin.

  “Brayden.”

  A shiver of pure want rolls down my spine and I crawl up her body, smashing my lips to hers. Her arms wrap around my neck as her tongue draws me in, begging for more, harder. One of my hands slides up her thigh and around to her ass, pulling her closer as I grind my cock against her slick pussy.

  She whimpers into my mouth, and I want to hear it again. I want to hear more. I want to hear everything. Carve it into my brain so I never forget, because I know this will never happen again. It shouldn’t be happening now, but I’m high and don’t give a fuck. Maybe I’ll regret it later, but right now all I know is her skin against mine.

  All I want is her.

  The world is gone.

  She is my world.

  Nothing, no one, just Kira.

  I sit up and pull my shirt off, needing more contact with her, and I see I’ve accidently rubbed my come all over her skirt and tank top.

  I lick my lips. “I’m keeping every fucking thing you’re wearing.”

  “Fine, whatever.” She reaches down and pulls the tank over her head and throws it on my floor, then reaches for me. “Come back.”

  I’m frozen, staring down at her perfect tits. From her clothes and the bikini, I knew they were glorious, but naked? Puffy, light pink nipples, tight and hard tell me the same thing the rest of her body does: she’s turned on to the point of pain. Even though she just came.

  But it’s the same for me.

  I reach out and brush my fingers against one of them, pinching it a little. She sucks in a breath, moaning and squirming beneath me. I dive down, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking it, biting it, squeezing it with my hand. Simpering, cock-twitching cries slip from her lips. Her fingers grip my hair again, hips rotating, rubbing her pussy against the length of my cock.

  And it’s skin against skin.

  Naked chests. Hot, wet pussy, soft and slick against the hard of my dick.

  There’s fabric mixed in as well: scratching, enhancing, teasing.

  There’s no thought, only need.

  And I need her.

  Only her.

  All of her.

  “Kira . . . my Kira.”

  My chest aches, begging for her, and the way my name falls from her lips drives me wild.

  “Brayden . . . Brayden, please.”

  Her begging is too much. With one hand, I push my pants down enough to get all of my cock free. The other is wrapped around her while I kiss and suck my way up her chest and neck. She pulls me to her, lips tasting, teasing mine.

  “I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby.” I grab hold of my cock and run it through her folds, wetting it. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right. Heat tickles the head of my cock as it settles into her opening.

  “Kira! Ryan! Brayden!” Sonia calls all of our names, her voice’s intrusion on my fantasy stopping me. “Five minutes until dinner!”

  A ping of clarity zings through the fog, and I look into Kira’s eyes. They’re wide, the lust slowly dissipating. Her body is tense.

  “Fuck.” My head falls to the crook of her neck as I pull my cock away, letting it slip across her clit to rest between us. She whimpers, her body relaxing a bit, arms wrapping around and pulling me close. “I’m sorry.” It’s just a whisper, a shaky one, but I know she hears it.

  I’m pretty high, but I know now it’s not a dream, and even with a fucked-up mind, I know how wrong what I’ve done is. On so many levels. Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover my sins.

  I’m sorry . . . because I failed.

  I’m sorry . . . because I just made this hell worse.

  I’m sorry . . . because I was literally seconds away from taking your virginity.

  I’ve had my share of virgins, so I know what a hymen feels like, and I traced her with my tongue before the tip of my dick pressed against it, so I know hers is intact. Everything in me wants to move my dick back down and take it, take what’s mine. I was so close. But I can’t.

  Guilt floods me, and I’m even more sorry, because I got so close to doing it while high.

  She deserves more than that.

  She gasps beneath me. “Shit, I need to change my clothes.”

  I groan—yes, she does. Hers are covered in my come.

  I don’t want to let her up. I want to keep her trapped forever. Skin on skin with the girl I want more than anything.

  I muster all the strength I can and pull back, keeping my eyes f
rom her. I’m so ashamed of myself. Even my dick is ashamed, all the blood leaving it. I don’t even want to think about the fact that I almost fucked her without a condom—something I’ve never, ever done before. Sliding off the bed, I reach out to help her stand. Her skin is still fire against mine.

  Once up, she steps forward, her hand reaching up to caress my jaw, to coax me into looking at her.

  I shake my head. “Don’t make me. Please, I can’t take it.”

  My voice is broken.

  I’m broken.

  She reaches around my neck and pulls me down, her lips pressing softly against mine.

  For the first time in over two years, she soothes me with her touch. Light caresses across my skin, just like she used to. It feels like a lifetime ago, but the ache for it is still there, begging for more.

  It’s more than I can handle, more than I deserve.

  I grab her hands and push them away, my eyes opening to stare into hers, taking in all the sadness and disappointment I see there as I swipe my tongue across hers for one final taste.

  “Go, before Ryan finds you in here.”

  She stares at me for a moment, and with one last kiss, heads to the door in nothing but her skirt. She slowly opens the door and listens, peaking out into the hall before racing across to her own room.

  Still floating, with her gone I could convince myself it was all a dream, but her tank top is sitting at my feet.

  I groan and change into some shorts before heading to the bathroom. I need to clean the dried come from my stomach along with Kira’s around my mouth.

  Fuck. I made her come.

  I wish I could’ve seen her face.

  There’s no time for a shower, so I wet a towel to clean off my torso and mouth.

  My eyes are bloodshot, staring back at me, and I can’t even stand the sight of myself. There’s no way I can go downstairs looking like I do. The best thing to do is take out my contacts and put on my glasses, feigning irritated eyes.

  “Hey, man, are you coming?”

  The contact case slips from my fingers and spins around the basin of the sink. My heart’s slamming against my ribs. “Shit, Ry.”

  His lip twitches up. “Didn’t hear me coming? How much did you smoke?”

  I pick up the case and reach into my eye, pinching the contact out. “Enough for a great getaway.”

  “Still floating?”

  I turn to him and quirk my brow. “What do you think?”

  “I think you’re fucking baked. A little too much. My mom’s gonna notice.” He shakes his head.

  I roll my eyes. Sonia noticing is the least of my worries. “I only had two joints.”

  “Did you save any for later?”

  I screwed the lid of the case tight, then put in some drops, blinking the excess away before slipping on my glasses. “Yeah, there’s enough left for the party.”

  We're occasional smokers, but I had a feeling there would be no getting through the summer with Kira across the hall without some help.

  “You okay?” His brow is scrunched, and he crosses his arms in front of him as he leans into the door frame.

  No. I’m far fucking from it.

  Before I can speak, the click of Kira’s door draws our attention.

  Ryan turns and smiles. “Hey.”

  She freezes in the hall, her eyes wide, flashing to me and then back to Ryan. “Hey.”

  “Have a nice nap?”

  “What?”

  He laughs and points to her hair. “You’ve got some serious bedhead going on.”

  Fuck. He’s right, only it’s not bedhead, it’s sex hair.

  Her skin pinks, eyes still wide, looking around. “Hey, idiot, throw me my brush.”

  I look down to the counter, grab her brush, and thrust it at Ryan.

  He scowls down at it. “Why don’t you just go in, there are two sinks.”

  We both freeze, knowing why she doesn’t. Because neither of us will be able to hide it from him. The closer we are, the worse it gets, the more we slip, and he’ll know.

  She snatches the brush from my offered hand. “Because you’re blocking the door, dummy, and I’m just brushing my damn hair.”

  I scan over her body and start choking on nothing. Her arms rise to brush her hair, and my fingerprints become visible when her shirt lifts. She changed to shorts and a T-shirt, and I almost die at the imprint of my teeth on the inside of her thigh.

  Any other moment I’d dive to the floor and lick the skin, my mark, and attack her all over again, but she shouldn’t even have any evidence of me, because we never should’ve touched. Instead, I’m dying on the spot, hoping Ryan doesn’t see it.

  It’s a sobering gut-punch.

  What have I done?

  What the fuck have I done?

  Everything I always wanted to? Yes. But that doesn’t change how wrong it is.

  “Aren’t you cold?” I ask, and she turns to me, narrowing her eyes in confusion.

  “Aren’t you?”

  I look down and realize I’m only in my basketball shorts.

  “Come on, kids, dinner's ready!” Sonia’s voice echoes off the walls from the floor below.

  Ryan groans. “See you down there, and hurry up before she makes me come up here again.”

  As soon as he’s downstairs, I turn to Kira. “Cover up,” I growl.

  “Why?”

  “Because I can’t stand to see what I’ve done to you.” Can’t she see? The look on her face tells me no. I reach between her legs, gripping onto her inner thigh, so close to her pussy I have to restrain myself from brushing my fingers against it. She gasps as understanding registers. I’m too close again, my body inches from her, my lips almost touching hers. “They’ll see it too.”

  “What if I want people to see it?”

  I shift back. “What?”

  She steps forward, the action pushing my hand on her higher, hips twisting and putting it where she wants it. She places one of her hands on my chest and trails down my stomach. The muscles clench, and my heart picks up along with my breath.

  “What if I want people to know what you did to me? What if I want to wear them proudly?”

  She’s killing me, pulling me in, drawing me to her, fighting against me, and telling me she not only likes what I did, but wants more.

  And I want it all too. I want people to see them and know I put them there, marked her as mine.

  But I can’t.

  It doesn’t change anything.

  What I did was wrong, so wrong, and it can’t happen again. Ever.

  She’s my stepsister now and has been for two years.

  My abs tense as her fingers trail along the edge of my shorts. My cock stirs, quickly coming back to life at her touch and the want in her eyes. It’s like a fucking tractor beam.

  I pull away, my fingers flexing against her skin, not wanting to leave. “We can’t.”

  I step around her and into my room to throw on a shirt. When I turn to leave, I see her through our doors, shimmying out of her shorts. More blossoming bruises from my hands can be seen, and my cock twitches.

  Growling low under my breath, I stomp downstairs, head cast down. I can't look away from the floor. Feel like I deserve to be on it.

  When I get to the bottom of the stairs, Sonia huffs. “About time.”

  “Sorry,” I mumble, unable to look my stepmom in the eyes.

  The guilt slams into me again, because I was literally a push of my hips away from taking her daughter’s virginity. The guilt is more for Kira then it is for her mother. I still haven't forgotten that she's the woman that came between my mom and dad, even if she wasn't the first.

  Not that it matters right now. All that matters is my huge mistake. What I just did upstairs.

  How much I still want to finish what Kira and I began on my bed.

  In this moment, I realize I can’t stay. I have to go. There's no other option.

  I can’t be this close to her. Not after what just happened. Not knowing ho
w much she wants me too. I'll get through dinner, because I don't want to set off any alarms in anyone, but as soon as I'm done, I'm out of here.

  I throw my stuff into my bag, not caring if it’s organized or not. Get it in so I can get the fuck away from her.

  “What are you doing?” Ryan asks from my door, but I can’t even look at him.

  “I have to go.”

  “Go?”

  “Going to my mom’s.”

  “I thought you weren’t going there until July.”

  “Yeah, well . . . things have changed. She needs me.” It’s a fucking lie. I need her. Mom is the only one who knows how hard it is for me to be around Kira, the only one I can talk to.

  “Is everything all right?” Ryan asks, sounding worried.

  Fuck. Fuck man. Fuck me.

  I can't look at him. I'm a piece of shit that doesn't deserve his friendship.

  “I don't know,” I answer truthfully, sitting on my bed and slipping on my sneakers. I don't know if everything is all right. When it comes to how I'm feeling and the crap going through my head, it definitely doesn't feel all right.

  “Do you need me to drive down with you?”

  I shake my head harshly, closing my eyes for a second. I betrayed him right on this bed tonight. How would he feel if he found out how I want his sister, the things I want to do to and with her?

  I know what I would do if I was him. I'd fucking kill me. Slowly. Painfully.

  Grabbing my bag, I stand and make myself stare into his eyes. He's my best friend, has helped me through more problems than anyone can ever be expected to. And here he is, offering to help me again.

  I clap his shoulder and nod at him, hoping that it somehow conveys my gratitude to him. His hazel eyes study me, as always, and I get that sense that he somehow knows what's really going on with me.

  No way. He loves Kira more than anything and is overprotective of her to the max. He would've ripped me a new one by now if he knew.

  “Thanks, man, but stay with your family. Spend time with your sister. I got this. I'll hit you up as soon as I get to Indy.”

  Ryan nods slowly at me. “All right . . . you sure?”

  “Yeah.” I manage a tilt of my lips, hoping it passes for a smile.

  Once outside, I sit in my car for a few minutes, staring up at the quiet house. Kira's window faces the front. I see the light on inside and wonder what she's doing up there. How’s she going to feel when she realizes I left.