by Keta Kendric
What the hell had I said? My soul had been shaken by the kiss we’d shared, leaving me jittery and unable to control my movements. After a moment of mindless wondering, I reconnected to my train of thought.
I couldn’t reveal to Khane what was truly running through my head. How, after a handful of days with him, I believed I was his in every way. That the few moments he had shared with me had been more than I had gotten from any other man that had come into my life. None had taken the time to teach me how to cook or spent hours with me just talking. And after the danger he faced yesterday, I was sure he would continue to protect me with his life.
I couldn’t tell him that I would rather sew my pussy shut with a needle and thread before I let his brother touch me. That I was a second away from ripping my clothes off and demanding he fuck me right here on his balcony. I was in so much trouble over my desire for Khane, but I couldn’t think straight long enough to care.
“Let’s compromise,” I suggested, shutting down the loud, demanding calls of my body. “I understand loyalty better than you think. So that you can protect your honor and not betray your brother, we simply won’t cross the line. However, given the gravity of the situation, I don’t believe there is anything wrong with us toeing the line.”
At this, his forehead creased as he struggled to decipher what my brain had cooked up. My lips met his again, slow and romantic at first, but when my thigh bumped into the hard steel in his pants, my pussy quivered. Him palming my ass was adding more fuel to the fire. I had been without any type of sexual gratification for months, therefore that one touch had me not giving a damn about allegiances or consequences.
My tongue slid between his lips, eager to taste him again as I rejoiced in the easy entrance he allowed. Spicy cinnamon with a straight shot of Khane is what glazed my tongue. His flavor and scent were a shock to my system, and I was convinced that it was made specifically for me. Its euphoric effect had me senseless. I kissed him with a passion-fueled hunger one second, sucked on his tongue the next, and fed him mine the following second.
“Why do you taste so damn good? I want to be with you, but I know we can’t.” The hot whispers were spoken against his lips as I was unwilling to pull away.
The good sense I know I used to possess had walked clean off the reservation of my mind, leaving the door unlocked for my shameless craving. I spun, putting my back to his chest before I eased down and allowed my ass to kiss the piece of hard wood waiting for me.
The material of our clothes couldn’t contain the overwhelming depth of him. He was huge, bigger than I even imagined he would be.
I sank my ass deeper into his lap, grinding and making him shudder against me as his hand clamped around my waist, joining my waving movements.
“Unless you want me to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here and now, you need to stop,” he warned between gritted teeth.
In no time, I was sopping wet, and he hadn’t even removed a stitch of my clothing. I needed and wanted more, despite his warning.
Reaching back, I slid my hand around his neck, gripping it to pull him closer, wanting his lips on the blazing skin of my neck. I positioned my fingers so that they slid between the contours of his free hand before I interlocked our fingers.
I continued my slow rotation that caused enough friction to scrape the edges of my ravenous desire. More, my body demanded. Since I had already tipped over the line we weren’t supposed to cross, I did what any woman in my position would do, when she couldn’t have full-on sex, but needed the man she was with more than she needed anything else in her life. I shoved my ass into his pole and positioned myself so that my legs were draped over his muscled thighs.
His soft, warm lips cupped my neck and sent heated shivers up and down my spine. Unhooking my hand from his neck, I reached down and took the hand he had at my waist and lifted it to my chest before urging him to squeeze his palm around my needy tit.
My nipples were puckered so tight they produced a peppery ached like a dash of cayenne pepper had been sprinkled on them. He squeezed and massaged me so splendidly hard that he satisfied the ache that resided there. When he pinched my tight nipple, I gasped, releasing some of the lust build up.
Help me. I wanted my fiancé’s brother, and I was acting on impulses that I was supposed to ignore.
What would Arjen do if he saw us right now?
15
Khane
Desiree had no idea that she scared me. She made me nervous. Me, someone that had an intimate relationship with death was scared of a woman. I had fought my way through the deepest trenches of hell. Had survived not one but two deadly gunshots, and had been stabbed and cut open multiple times as well as tossed from a moving truck.
However, nothing in my life had been as overwhelmingly terrifying as the connection between Desiree and me. I was reading the signs as clearly as my good eye could see but still found it difficult to believe that she was this into me.
Her pupils had dilated, leaving only the outer edges brown. Her skin burned with the heat of her desire, so warm with flowing sensuality that it spilled into my fingertips and drew me into her flames. She couldn’t stop touching me even as her hands trembled against me with each stroke.
If I allowed myself to believe she was genuinely interested, there was no telling how far I would go with her. I was better off believing she was using me, rebelling to combat her obvious dislike for her arranged marriage.
Undecided about the reasons for her actions, I couldn’t deny that we had serious chemistry. It was so vibrant and strong that it had sprung up and took such a tight hold on me, I couldn’t shake it loose.
Fighting any of Desiree’s advances had been useless, even though I knew I should. I was face-to-face with a situation where desire had punched guilt in the face and knocked it unconscious. I had never betrayed my brother, and although I understood Desiree’s point of view where it concerned their arrangement, I still…
Shit!
The hand I had slid under her shirt revealed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her flesh was so warm against my hand it burned, sending an ache of passion through me so strong, I shuddered. The actions I was taking were so uncharacteristic of me that I didn’t recognize myself anymore.
She was in soft cotton stretchable pants, and I wore sweats so there wasn’t enough material between us to keep me from feeling the imprint of her pussy with every turn she made on my dick. The heat that emanated from her scorching center set me aflame and singed every nerve ending along my skin.
This was her idea of compromising? Fucking me with her clothes on. I had secretly wanted Desiree for years, so it didn’t take much for her to send me soaring to Mars.
This was more than I could bear. The woman of my dreams had not only landed in my house, but she had approached me with interest. She had kissed me and was now dry fucking me. I hadn’t asked for it nor had I initiated any of it. I had made every attempt to avoid our compulsive connection until she put her sexy lips on mine, and sat her sexy ass on my dick.
“Desiree,” I whispered, nipping her ear lobe.
“Yes.” The word whispered into the wind like a held note of a love song.
I was too far gone to stop myself from embracing the explosion of need she had cracked open. Desiree had broken something inside me. My fucking off switch.
“Can I touch your pussy?”
“Mmm…” she moaned at my question. “Yes, please.”
“Take my hand and slide it into your panties.”
Issuing that simple command had my dick leaking. She lifted our interlocked hands before placing mine flat against her warm stomach. Her eager obedience drove me insane.
The sight of my hand sliding down her stomach led by the tight grip she had on my wrist made the fire in me blaze out of control. The warm tender skin of her neck was being caressed by my lips and tongue.
The heat emanating from between her satiny thighs warmed my fingertips, making them ache to touch the source of the fire. Each tim
e she rotated, her plump ass stirred across my dick with ease and caused me to slip further away.
When she moved my hand past the elastic waistband of her pants, and it slipped into her panties, my already uneven breaths sped faster, and my chest heaved. My airflow became restricted, and my lungs worked overtime to supply me the oxygen I needed to think, live, and breathe.
Sensing her every desire had motivated me to focus on giving her the pleasure her body begged for. “First you take a wrecking ball to my mind with your beautiful chaos, now you’re inflicting the same level of charming madness to my body,” I whispered.
“I’m not that talented,” she replied. “You did this to me. You keep breaking me apart, piece by piece, and pulling out the parts that want this, that need you.”
She wasn’t making any sense, but it didn’t stop me from exploring her body. The tips of my probing fingers brushed past the low patch of hair on her pussy until my middle finger found wet heat and slipped over her hard clit.
We gasped, her in pleasure and me in reaction to her sensual response to my forbidden touch. You didn’t get this wet for a man unless you wanted him. Unless you needed him to fuck you. She was the wettest any woman had ever been for me, and I prayed for the ability to satisfy her the way she craved and deserved.
The light stroke of my finger teased her clit before it dipped lower. I used my ring and index fingers to spread her slick lips open, and the hot juices from her tight little pussy soaked my middle finger. She was so receptive of me that every move we made was a gift that I know I didn’t deserve.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice low and dripping seduction. Her tone was also laced with desire, revealing how neck-deep we had fallen. My thumb teased her nipple as I squeezed her full breast, somehow pulling pleasure from the elicit touch.
Her passionate moans, my hand inside her panties, and her dewy fresh scent mingled with her arousal and had worked in ungluing me from my control. She had captured the few threads of willpower I had left and ripped them apart at the seams. I was a captive in this moment with her, exploring a pleasure I had never known, satisfying a desire I didn’t know I had, and living out one of my greatest fantasies.
“You make me feel so good.” She moaned her words and continued to urge me as her body waved and begged for more. That I had the ability to bring her this much pleasure, motivated me to keep giving it, however she wanted it.
I dipped my finger in and out of her soaking wet hole, so tight, I felt the strong squeeze from only having one finger inside her. She sang in heated whimpers, the sweetest song that played a part in the most devilish mind-game I had encountered.
I drove my finger deeper into her, coaxing her pussy open with each shove. She started to thrust against my finger which sent her ass undulating against my dick, that was so hard, it was ready to pop. I couldn’t handle all that was coming at me: the burning passion, her sexy moans, or our explosively sexy connection.
So much pleasure and lust sped to my dick, my head grew heavy and fell against her shoulder. I was too weak with need to do anything but keep pleasuring her as I fought to keep a semblance of my sanity.
“Khane!” she yelled, alerting that she was close. So was I, but my pleasure was of no consequence. All I cared about was getting Desiree to where she wanted to go, but it appeared she was destined to take me with her.
I had gotten her wet and open enough that two of my fingers slipped into her pussy, and she rode them hard while giving my dick a good workout. She reached back again and gripped my neck, pulling me into her, riding my dick with her ass, and bucking into my fingers.
“Khane! Shit! Oh Fuck!” she yelled out before she exploded around my fingers, and I jerked against her ass. We were full-on coming, our worlds quaked by impulses that neither of us had fought hard enough to control.
For minutes, I was lost until awareness spiked my drugged senses, and I found that this was all real. This fantasy wasn’t one of my daydreams. I’d had my fingers buried so deep in her wet heat that her seductive movements had led me to come right along with her.
Desiree sat atop me, her hand up and still gripping my neck as she struggled for breaths. I slipped my fingers from her, causing her to release a low moan that I fed on. I was weak, pathetic, an addict of a different nature, but only for Desiree.
I could have prevented this from happening but realized I hadn’t done a damn thing but encourage it. As soon as berating thoughts poked at my guilt, she turned in my lap, slinging her legs across mine and her body into me.
Her arms went around me before she buried her face in the nook of my neck and shoulder. My arms automatically wrapped around her, gripping her tight as her lips caressed my neck. I was so damn weak for this woman, helpless to fight off the effect she had on me. But, I had to make an attempt for both our sakes.
“I needed that so bad,” she whispered, her warm breath kissing my cheek before she placed a few pecks to my lips. Her head landed back on my shoulder, and I held her until our breathing steadied. I needed to break this up, to ease her from my lap and put distance between us. However, for the life of me, I couldn’t let her go.
How could this be? How could we be? How was I going to explain this to my brother? He was going to kill us. Even as those disturbing thoughts beat at my mind, my grip around her tightened.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever known, and the most enticing I had encountered. She stirred my desires, so strongly, that she had left me helpless. As much as I wanted to believe this was a one-sided attraction, her actions, body, and words all said otherwise.
Last week I would have considered it an impossibility for me to have this kind of connection with anyone, so sharing it with Desiree made it that much more incredible. I never believed I was worthy of a woman’s intimate touch, her care, or the sharing of a deeper connection. Desiree had convinced me that I was deserving by showing me what I would have never believed otherwise.
A smile of contentment kissed my lips, before my eyes drifted close from the warmth of her body radiating into mine, mingling our energies. She was in my lap, yet she had found a way to turn my face into the crook of her neck, holding me as much as I was holding her. I’d never known what it was like to be held until now, until her.
The warmth, her scent, the connection. She squeezed me to her like she never wanted to let me go. Something tugged at my stomach, pulling so tight and hard that I stifled a groan. Overwhelmed and deeply enamored, I was being held in suspense by the power of her embrace.
We sat huddled together for minutes before I suggested we go into the house and get cleaned up.
How was I supposed to let her go when all I wanted to do was pull tighter? How was I supposed to look my brother in the face without showing him my guilt?
16
Khane
Every moment I spent with Desiree was one too long because each left a mark, baptizing me in the heat of the contagious fever she filled me with. She slid into every pore, hooking her roots in down to my bones, while licking at my blood cells. When I was around her, my usual straight pattern of thought became scattered because they were being replaced or pushed aside by thoughts of her.
Against my better judgment, we enjoyed another fun-filled adventure with her helping me to prepare dinner. Cooking with her had become an event, fun and therapeutic almost. It pleased me that something as simple as cooking with me made her happy. Those beautiful smiles that filled her face, the joy in her laughter, the excitement in her body. I rejoiced in the fact that I was the source of her happiness.
I had never made any attempts to understand women, had never had a desire to and figured I never would. Desiree allowed me the opportunity to glimpse past a woman’s physical presence and delve deeper.
Her fascinating stories about growing up an Evans intrigued me. Her cute laugh enticed me to crack a smile each time. The way she held her chest when she laughed hard. The adorable little furrow above her right eyebrow when she side-eyed me.
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sp; I enjoyed sitting and watching her at this close up view. It pleased me immensely when she touched me for no other reason than to satisfy her need to do so. I loved the way she stared at my lips and into my eyes with longing in her own.
The tattoo that peeked from the back of her left shoulder blade called my attention. She had five tattoos that I had spotted, all etched in inconspicuous places. Seeing her head-on wouldn’t reveal any of them, but seeing a close-up view of her at different angles allowed me to see a different side of her. The artistic adventurous side that canvased a variety of different landscapes and a palette of colors she painted with to express her life.
The way she viewed me had been an eye-opening experience. For reasons I haven’t even begun to understand, she found me attractive and interesting, and I was burning through every warning in my head that insisted I stay the hell away from her.
I was lost and in unchartered territory. I wasn’t the person that entertained people, but I found myself putting forth the effort just to see Desiree’s smile.
Once the meal preparation was underway, we grew quiet for the first time. Dinner was filled with an oppressive, swirling heat, and inducing glares across the table. I recalled every action that had taken place on my balcony. I couldn’t clear it from my head. It was a vivid fantasy come true, and a reminder of why I’d been obsessed with Desiree from the moment I first saw her.
No matter how good it felt, I had to stop this. I avoided washing the dishes after dinner because she would help. I didn’t want to keep feeding the insatiable connection we shared. We were going to end up fucking, all the way. I couldn’t do that to Arjen, arranged marriage or not. We had already done enough damage.
