Beautiful Chaos

by Keta Kendric

  Hard and waiting, I wrapped my hands around his thickness and guided it into my mouth. Although my eyes were aimed up at Khane’s, the profile of his dick took my attention.

  The first brush of my tongue across the head closed my eyes. I had been daydreaming about how his dick would feel filling up my mouth and how he would taste. Reality shattered my pipe dream and made it a weak afterthought. I took him in deep, my mouth watering around his length as his body shivered from my action.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, loving the taste of his pre-cum, sweet and mouthwatering. I slid my hand over one of his firm ass cheeks and tugged him closer as I licked and sucked, already addicted to the taste of him. The head kissed the back of my throat and caused me to gag, but I was too aroused to stop.

  His heavy moans, tensing body, and the hard shivers rolling through him were all a result of the pleasure I was giving him with my mouth. His reaction spiked my eagerness to give him more. When I started spinning my hand, twirling my tongue, and letting his length inch down my throat with each deep suck, he tried to pull away.

  “Desiree. Shit. You’re going to make me cum.”

  Yes. Come. I thought, unwilling to let go of his dick. I want to taste you on my tongue, sliding down my throat, and filling up my mouth.

  The wish was shattered when he managed to wiggle his dick out of my mouth. He was breathing like he’d been running, and his muscles bulged so hard they threatened to rip through his skin. I had been enjoying myself so much that I hadn’t realized how close to the edge he had been.

  I was ready to protest him stopping me, but before I was able to take my next breath, I felt myself go airborne, and then my naked ass kissed the cold surface of the dresser he had been rummaging through. I suppose he hadn’t been ready to cum yet.

  His smoldering gaze burned my exposed skin before his lips wrapped around my nipple. He balanced my tight bud on his tongue like a dark diamond set on a pink velvety display cloth. The sight and sweet pleasure melted me into a puddle of flames. Without a second to gather myself, his exploring mouth was making its way down to my spread legs until his lips kissed my lower ones. He devoured me with his heat-seeking tongue, using his mouth as a painter would use their favorite brush.

  I greedily accepted his play, working my hips, widening my legs as I leaned back and reached above me to grip the mirrored portion of the dresser I was spread atop. My free hand trembled through his hair before digging into his shoulder.

  His soft lips caressed my lower ones with an intoxicating firmness while his tongue filled me with his passionate heat. When the sensation of him sucking my clit and fucking my pussy with his tongue at the same time took over, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I shattered instantly. “Khane! Baby!”

  Too breathless to continue, I was forced to allow my heaving moans to express my appreciation.

  He lifted me so fast, I lost the breaths I’d been trying to catch, but it didn’t stop my legs from wrapping around his waist. The inner parts of my trembling thighs flirted with his bulging abs as his fire-hot skin brought more heat to our already untamed flame.

  Next thing I knew, my back was pressed against the cold hardness of the wall, not even realizing we had turned away from the dresser. The pressure of his hard body kept me pinned firmly against the wall as more pressure from his stance widened my legs. His fingers teased their way down my body before he traced my wetness, readying me for him.

  When his hot leaking head kissed my sopping wetness, I moaned at the connection. My pussy was already sensitive because I hadn’t come all the way down from the beautiful orgasm he had gifted me with his mouth. I’d had more sex in the last fourteen hours than I’d had in the last two years.

  The pressure of the first thrust sent him halfway in, meeting the strength of my inner resistance. The muscles spasmed, attempting to accommodate his massive prize. Once I decided I liked the pressure and the heavy fullness he offered, my walls relaxed and allowed him all the way in. I fed fervently on him, never having enjoyed anything so fulfilling.

  He paused his explicit movements, and we sat in the moment, staring at each other, breathing each other in, and enjoying our connection. The cagey glint that sprang up in Khane’s eyes reflected his intent. Animal was who stared back.

  He eased out until the head was at my opening, and all that could be heard was our harsh chorus of inhales and exhales. Then he shoved himself inside me, deep and hard, making me take every inch. It electrified my walls with glorious heat. A heat that was only going to get extinguished by him.

  The power behind the strokes that followed had my back banging against the wall, the impacting strikes joined the fierce, powerful lust he drove into me below. Back, neck, and arms, it didn’t matter what I touched, he was getting scratched up as my nails dug into him. I was going to be bruised. He knew it and so did I, but we couldn’t care less. I would enjoy exploring the telling marks of our time later.

  “Is this what you want, Desiree?”

  “Yes. Yes. Please!” I yelled out. Hard and deep with him was a dream, but after he had discovered that I enjoyed the rough passion he delivered, he didn’t hold back. He allowed me to feel the full force of his unapologetic fucking.

  The pounding hurt so good, I rode the sharp edge of pain, and a pleasure so strong it had me panting, screaming, and moaning all at the same time. One of my hands had made its way to his ass, groping him as he drove into me. Each hard thrust was knocking a word off my lips.

  “Oh, Khane!” Thrust. “Oh shit!” Harder. “Oh God!” I didn’t even care about breathing anymore. I had been seriously missing out. Each upward thrust drove him in deeper and sent my eyes on a continuous roll to the back of my head. He was an expert at handling me, gripping and tugging in a way that would yank me down to collide with the power of each thrust.

  This man set my head so far in the clouds he’d created, that I didn’t even know where I was anymore. The roaring aches of pleasure grew, clawing at my orgasm, dragging it from deep within the pit of my belly, where it met my back and tingled my spine. I was about to cum way too fast.

  “Khane. Khane,” I released in a harsh whisper, as if preparing to tell him a secret. One of my calves were striking his tight ass, and he had pinned my other leg to the wall. He had me open so wide I had no choice but to take the body impacting pounding that had him knocking down my back wall. I clawed at his neck and back, attempting to grasp any part of his strong, solid body.

  I erupted without warning, my walls constricting and expanding with carnal pleasure. It rumbled in my belly, traveled up my spine, and spread far and wide.

  Khane had done it again. He had stroked that part of me that only he knew how to find. I could feel myself flowing like a faucet, raining all over him. The strength of the orgasm sent me into a full body spasm that left me on the verge of passing out.

  The hard pounding didn’t cease during my episode. The thumping of our bodies was playing out a drumbeat against the wall and added to the beat of the orgasmic song humming through me. The magic of it was a lasting one, so much so, that another flowing eruption hit before the last one had a chance to dissolve.

  Khane came somewhere during the flow of my second orgasm, the intensity of it was expressed in his unmerciful thrust, as his tight grip on my thighs spread my legs wider. He had me splayed out against the wall, his own person portrait that he had created.

  “Desiree. Desiree. Desiree.” My name sounded after each body-pounding thrust before he came. The warm flow of his cum made me moan even louder, enjoying the thrill of him flowing inside me, of his heat, spreading and coating my insides.

  Without pulling out of me, he carried me to the bed. His length, still hard and hungry, stirred my ravenous lust and coaxed me into believing I needed more, wanted more, craved more.

  How was I ever supposed to forget about him when he was buried deep inside every part of me?

  30

  Desiree

  We sat, obedient on the living room couch as we await
ed Arjen. I had tied myself back into the robe from the spa and a pair of Khane’s oversized shorts. Although exhausted and sore, I had never felt so good. The relaxed state had my eyes heavy in my head and my body slumping into the couch cushions for support.

  Guilt reared its ugly head as we waited, making me feel bad about all the sex I’d had with Khane. Arjen didn’t strike me as a man that missed much where it concerned picking up clues and solving puzzles. Therefore, I believed he would detect that his brother and I had enjoyed a heaping helping of each other.

  A heavy, lung-emptying sigh left me. The tips of my fingers trailed over his chest before I switched to rubbing up and down his flexing bicep muscle. I was determined to enjoy him for as long as it lasted.

  “Khane.”

  “Yes,” he answered. His fingertips traced over the hand I had wrapped around his arm.

  “We’ve fucked up, haven’t we?”

  “Yes, we have,” he replied before leaning in and placing a delicate kiss on my forehead.

  “We’re going to have to tell Arjen, aren’t we?”

  “Yes.” was all he said.

  “Do you regret what we’ve done?” I didn’t, but I was interested to know what he was feeling about the line we had crossed.

  He sat my hand over his heart, keeping his hand over mine so that the strong, rhythmic beat thumped against my palm, making my hand pulse like it had become a part of his chest. “You are the reason it beats, Desiree. If I had never met you at that dance six years ago, I’m sure I would have been dead a long time ago.”

  Touched, tears welled up in my eyes and I was unable to hold back the flood of emotions his words and actions evoked.

  “I have no regrets about anything we’ve done. I feel guilt for the timing and the situation surrounding us, and sorrow for what the decision will do to my brother and our relationship. But, you are the only selfish decision I believe I have ever made, and although it was wrong, it feels right.”

  We were a blessing and a curse. A blessing as I experienced what it was like to be with someone I loved. This was the first time I had dropped all of my insecurities and just enjoyed the moment. I now knew how it felt to receive genuine affection and be cherished in a way that would live on for a lifetime.

  I reached and lifted Khane’s shirt collar. The scratch marks I had left on his neck and upper back peeked out even in the midst of his tattoos. The passion marks visible on his neck, the scratches on his arms, and his deeply pink kiss-swollen lips, I hoped could be written off as hazards of his job.

  I was a different story. I couldn’t get around my sore body, the guilt riding my back, and the ache in my pussy for Khane that just wouldn’t quit. We were in so much fucking trouble, I was starting to fear for my life.

  Despite all the turmoil I’d soon be facing, my gaze never dropped away from Khane’s. I laid my face against the couch so that one of my eyes was covered and pressed into the cushion. I wanted to see him the way he saw me.

  It didn’t take him long to figure out what I was doing as he positioned himself to lay facing me. This was why I had fallen so hard and fast for Khane. He understood me and chose to share moments like this rather than complain about what we couldn’t have.

  We laid there, staring at each other through the same one-eyed view. I remembered him referring to me as beautiful chaos, but I believed that that was what he was for me. The different layers of him formed the most beautiful man I had ever had the privilege of being with. He had a special quality about him that reached in and connected with my innermost thoughts and desires.

  Effortlessly, he gave me what I needed by seamlessly brushing away my sadness and nurturing my happiness. How had he done it? How had he gotten so profoundly deep into my system, that the thought of us separating made me sick?

  The danger and chaos he was capable of unleashing had been wrapped around his caring spirit and intriguing personality, cloaking that part of him from the rest of the world. The combination, for me, was what made him perfect.

  Khane was at the window now, gun at the ready at the sound of approaching vehicles. Within seconds, Arjen was at the door, punching in the code. He marched in and gave his brother a quick hug, but his focus was on me.

  The stress crinkling his face intensified my guilt. The concern that tightened his body made me embrace the title of world-class-asshole, now that I was face to face with him.

  He took a stooping position in front of me as he glanced into my deceitful face. “We aren’t going to let anything happen to you. We have a couple of teams investigating to figure out who these threats are. For now, I’ll take you home,” he stated. I nodded, unable to speak through my guilt.

  “I’ll be over later. We need to talk,” Khane told Arjen, who glanced back, giving his brother a nod.

  When Arjen reached out for me, I took his hand and stood, my legs shaky from a combination of nerves, guilt, and being weakened by sex. I needed to tell him what had happened between Khane and me, knowing it may hurt him and praying that he wouldn’t kill us.

  Based on what I had gathered about the bond between the brothers, I believed Arjen would kill me and slap Khane’s hand for misbehaving. I was a bundle of corded tension, and Khane was as cool as a snowcapped mountain.

  I cast one last glance back at him as I walked out the door beside Arjen. Our eyes met for the briefest second, the pull he had on my senses still strong.

  On the ride back to Arjen’s house, I sat as silent as a bump on a log. Of all the things I could focus on, I kept going back to my time with Khane, unable to banish him from my head, even as I struggled with how I would tell Arjen.

  “Arjen,” I called, my throat closing up as I struggled to speak.

  “Yes. Try not to stress over this situation. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

  He’d assumed I was worried about the prospect of who was targeting me. At this point, guilt had me ready to go with them willingly. I’d known I would have to face my guilt for what I’d done and for what I’d kept pursuing, but I had no idea it would hit hard enough to make me weak. I had never done anything so out of pocket.

  “Okay,” I finally answered him. “I need to tell you something.” I wanted to tell him what happened before Khane did, so that he would know that I was the one that had initiated everything.

  “What is it?” he asked. His hand rubbed my shoulder as he attempted to soothe me.

  Driving up to the house, I spotted armed guards scattered around the place like we were entering a secret government facility. I didn’t recall seeing them the first time Sam had escorted me to the house.

  When Arjen extracted a big gun that had been tucked someplace inside the jacket of the expensive suit he wore, my nerves took over, and my willingness to confess my sins diminished. I wasn’t ready to die.

  “I’ll tell you later,” I uttered, my gaze never dropping away from the gun he had placed across his lap as he steered us into his driveway. He nodded at my words but observed our surroundings with a cautious eye. Once he helped me from the vehicle, he escorted me into the house and secured us inside.

  “What did you want to tell me?” he asked. “You don’t have to be afraid. You can tell me anything.” He must have picked up on my fear because he glanced at where my eyes were aimed. At his gun. He lifted the gun, glaring at it like he had forgotten he was even carrying it before he stuffed it down the back of his pants.

  “I…we…” I took in a quick inhale and released a deep exhale. “Me and…” My nerve to make my confession hadn’t returned. I was forcing myself to tell him a secret that could get me killed. However, if there was one thing my father taught me, it was to take ownership of what I’d done, right or wrong.

  “Take your time. We don’t have to talk right away. You’ve been through a lot. Why don’t you relax and like I told you when you first came, buzz me, call me, or come and get me when you are ready? I’ll be right here.”

  Arjen’s kindness was wasted on me because I didn’t deserv
e it. My mind churned in confusion as I contemplated the situation I had willingly climbed into. Since I wasn’t romantically involved with Arjen, had I actually cheated on him? One of the things I remembered him telling me the first day I walked into his house was that we didn’t have a love connection. However, after having been with his brother, I couldn’t see us ever being intimate.

  “Are you hungry? I can have the cook whip you up something.”

  “Maybe later. Can I go and lie down?” I needed more nerve than I currently had to confess to Arjen what had happened between Khane and me.

  “Yes. Of course,” he stated. “Go and relax. Call if you need me,” he offered as I walked away, heading in the direction of my room.

  Once inside my room, I slammed and locked the door. I shrugged the robe off and let Khane’s big shorts drop since they hung down to my knees and were more like a skirt than shorts.

  After throwing on my sweats, I climbed into the bed. I laid there, glaring at the ceiling, restless atop a murky cloud of indecision. Eventually, I started to drift when my mind decided to have mercy on me.

  It seemed like minutes later, but the clock revealed I had been out for hours, and darkness had settled. A loud vibrating thump was what must have woken me, along with thunderous shouting. The room was so massive, I would have to ease from the bed to reach the lamp, to chase away the darkness.

  Although my mind was clogged with fog as I eased up into a sitting position in bed, I couldn’t help noticing the thumps had ceased. However, the shouts had grown louder. Was that Khane’s muffled voice? Was that him and Arjen arguing?

  Oh shit! Had Khane told Arjen we had slept together?

  31

  Khane

  Guilt was a motherfucker. It kept me humble as I glared at my brother, who was so filled with raging anger, I saw the rapid pulse of the vein in his forehead flexing. I was in the wrong and therefore deserved his anger.