by K. A Knight
“How long will that take?” I ask, even as I cheer inside at Alena. I knew that girl was a fighter, if anyone can hold on, it’s her.
“I’m not sure. It will ping my phone if we have a hit, in the meantime...I think you should go to a club, Jamie's Club,” he suggests, sounding pained, and I know how hard that was for him. Obviously that video tonight has affected him worse than I thought if he’s letting me play bait.
“I need a bath first...and to shave my legs, oh, and a dress.” I nod as he sighs, rubbing at his head.
“I’ll go to yours and pack you some bags while you do your...business,” he says, but pulls me closer, dropping a kiss on my lips. “No antagonising him tonight, I just want you to look around, nothing more, and I’ll be there too.”
“Okay, but if I find something, we’re moving on it, time is running out. It’s time to stop playing it safe,” I tell him, before sliding from his lap and heading to the door. Stopping there, I look back. “Better pick me up some underwear as well, I somehow keep losing mine,” I tease and he smirks.
“Dangerous around here for girls like you, baby,” he coos, leaning towards me with a daring glint in his eye. “Maybe I’ll make you walk around bare all the time...then I can just throw you into a wall and fuck you…hmm, no, you’re right. I’d enjoy ripping your underwear away and keeping it in my pocket as we go out, knowing you’re uncovered and still wet from me.”
He licks his lips, his eyes trailing across my body until I shiver in need, clenching my thighs together. Fuck, this man is so dangerous. “Better get your bath, Brat, before I decide to get you wet in other ways.”
“Too late, you tease,” I mutter as I turn, and leave to the sound of his laughter.
“Oh, I could live like this,” I murmur, leaning back in the huge tub, my whole body submerged in bubbles and expensive lotions and salts. I went to town on his collection and then jumped in, splashing water all over his perfect bathroom, my clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor. It’s the little things.
Slicking back my hair, I ball up a towel, lean back on the edge, and just relax into the warm water. As soon as my eyes close, I hear the cries of that girl again, her stricken face flashing in my mind, so I open them and blow out a breath, just staring at the ceiling.
I don’t know how he does this every day, as a job. How does he live with the memories?
I hear the door open downstairs and him heading up the steps, but I don’t move. He’s rooting around in his bedroom, and I see him passing the partially cracked open bathroom door before he pushes it open and leans against the frame, watching me. “Aww, the bubbles are covering all the best bits,” he grumbles with a smile.
“Have fun playing in my underwear drawer?” I tease, lifting my leg up from the bath and letting him watch as the water trails down it. He doesn’t speak, his eyes focused on it as I place it back in the bath and then he blinks.
“Huh?” he asks, and I giggle, I can’t help it.
“I said, have fun in my underwear drawer?”
He grins, his eyes running back to my face. “I did, I found my new favourite pair, you can wear them later.”
“Why would I do that?” I tease, leaning my head back.
“Because I promise to remove them with my teeth,” he purrs, as he strolls into the bathroom. He raises his eyebrow at the mess I’ve made and shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything as he crouches next to me.
He drops a kiss on my forehead, making me beam as he leans back. “Will you pass me a razor, Nunu?” I bat my lashes at him and he snorts but stands up, and heads to the cupboard under the sink, grabbing one and some foam before strolling back over to me.
Uncaring about his suit trousers, he sits on the edge of the bath and passes them to me before rolling back the sleeves of his shirt. “What are you doing?” I inquire.
“Give them here,” he orders, so I do as I’m told, watching him in confusion as he pats his thigh. “Leg.”
I raise my eyebrow and lift my leg, wetting his trousers as I place it there, but he frowns down at it before grabbing my calf and raising it, so my foot is resting on his thigh. He nods then and squirts some foam onto my leg, rubbing it in before setting it aside and uncapping the razor.
“Are you seriously going to shave me?” I ask.
He looks up, his expression dead serious. “Yes, let me look after you, Brat,” he orders, before he very carefully and gently starts to shave me. The concentration on his face is adorable, he’s paying more attention to not cutting me than he does when he shoots a gun.
This man.
My fucking heart feels like it’s going to explode, his words echoing there, let me look after you.
I can’t help the tears that fill my eyes. I’ve been messed up since Gammie’s death, and he came in like a tornado, leaving wreckage in his wake...but he’s also the calm after the storm. Picking up the pieces, gluing them back together with nothing but pure determination. When Keanu gives his all...nothing can stand in his way.
I never stood a chance.
This man was always going to wreck me in the most beautiful way. If there’s one thing I have learned since Gammie, it’s not to let worries cloud or stop me from feeling the here and now. I don’t know if we will last, we’re so different and explosive when together, but this time, this little world we have created for ourselves, is enough for now, everything else comes later.
Our perfect wreckage.
He finishes with one leg and grasps it gently, circling the calf with his hand, and gently washes the suds away before stroking it, making me shiver. He nods to himself and places it back in the bath as I raise the next one and place it like before, and he starts, giving himself to me fully.
“Enjoying yourself?” I inquire softly. It’s strange, this is quite intimate. I’ve had sex with the guy...but this feels like more. This isn’t just sex, this is care and love, this is feelings and worship.
“It’s oddly relaxing,” he murmurs, even his voice is distracted.
I grin and close my eyes, relaxing back as he shaves me. He does the same to that leg and then places it back in the bath, and I crack open an eye to see him frowning down at the razor.
“Have anything else to shave?” he questions, and I laugh.
“You perv,” I tease, and he grins.
“I could check?” He wiggles his eyebrows, making me giggle.
“Oh, I bet you could.” I wink. “Check my brain out,” I mock.
“I brought you changes of clothes, shoes, makeup, bags, pyjamas, charger, and anything else you might need. If I missed anything, I can grab it later,” he tells me, putting the razor down and leaning over me, his other arm grabbing the opposite side of the bath.
“Why, Keanu, it sounds like you plan on keeping me here.” I grin, my voice velvety.
“I warned you not to get trapped in my web, Brat,” he rumbles. “You’re caught now, my prey...what shall I do with you?” He dips his finger into the water, stroking along my leg and up across my hip and stomach, teasing, but I gasp anyway, shivering from that simple touch, especially after the strangely erotic shave he just gave me.
I know we need to get ready, we have more important things to do, but didn’t I just say something about enjoying our time together? Well, I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of him.
I grab him and yank him down, and he splashes into the bath with a grunt, catching himself before he crushes me. His hair dangles over his forehead, wet now, his shirt sticking to his muscles and turning see through.
“Whoops.” I grin.
“Brat,” he warns, his eyes narrowing even as his lips turn up. “If you wanted me naked, all you needed to do was ask,” he teases.
“Fine, get naked,” I order, still lying back.
“As you wish.” He winks and sits on his knees, and starts to undo his wet shirt before peeling it from his body and tossing it out of the bath. Licking my lips, I run my eyes down his packed torso, his trousers low hung, showing me every woman’s weakne
ss...his V. Jesus Christ, I could cut my teeth on those lines and I’m pretty sure my pussy just became a worshipper at the church of Keanu.
He grins as he stands up, his lean fingers going to his button and zipper of his trousers. He pops them free and wiggles them down his thick thighs, his hard cock springing free. Jesus, I’ll never get used to his size. He hops on one leg, making me giggle, to remove the trousers, until he’s naked before me, my eyes racing across all the bare wet skin.
I’ll never tire of the beauty that is Keanu Grey. He belongs on screens, not behind them, but I’m glad he’s all mine in this moment. Mine to kiss, lick, taste, and fuck.
“You just going to stare?” he challenges, running his hand down his chest, water droplets following behind lovingly.
“I was considering where I wanted to start,” I murmur.
“What did you decide on?” he asks, his breath hitching as I push myself upwards, the water sloughing from my body to show my breasts and hard nipples. I actually see his cock jerk against his belly, a bead of precum forming on the mushroom tip.
“Seeing how far I could swallow you before you fuck me,” I purr, getting to my knees, spreading them as I tilt my head back to watch him.
He groans and I grin as I drop to my hands and knees, crawling through the water. It splashes over the edge as I reach his feet. Tracing up his calves and thick thighs, I grasp his hips and jerk him closer, his cock hitting me on the cheek as he stumbles forward. I dart my tongue out and trace his Adonis belt before rolling my eyes up to see him watching me, his gaze darkened with lust, his teeth digging into his plump bottom lip.
“Brat,” he warns, the breathy quality making me grin.
Grasping his hard cock, I stop teasing us both. The power I have over this man is addictive, my pussy clenching down on thin air, but I want to see him weak again, see him desperate, so I wrap my hand around his base and hold his hard length for me.
Keeping my eyes locked with his, I lick along his cock before closing my eyes and humming in bliss. When I open them again, I see him watching me desperately, so I do it again, licking around his cock, tasting him. Teasing him like he teases me, my tongue wetting his length, avoiding what he wants, what he needs the most.
“Brat,” he gasps, so I lick the cum from the tip and dip my tongue inside the slit, searching for more, his hips thrust forward as I pull back and lick my lips. “Suck my cock or I’ll—” He doesn’t finish, since I swallow him down.
My mouth wraps around him, and I get halfway before I pull back and do it again, my cheeks hollowing as his hips jerk, his cock slipping farther down. Pulling back, I let him pop from my mouth, a trail of spit going from the head to my mouth. “You were saying?” I tease.
“Nadia,” he warns, so I laugh and open my mouth again, taking him back inside.
He groans, his hips moving restlessly like he can’t help himself. This time, I keep my eyes locked on his as I swallow him, farther and farther until my lips meet my hand, his cock deep in my throat. Saliva drips down my chin, it’s messy and dirty and so fucking hot if the gasps leaving his throat are anything to go by.
Pulling back, I bob my head up and down, sucking him. He groans, starting to thrust forward, fucking my mouth. The water sloshes from the bath with the movements, but neither of us care as I hang on, helpless to do anything else as he speeds up, until suddenly, he stops.
He rips me away and tosses me over the side of the bath. I hit it with a grunt, the air forced from my lungs. He’s on me in an instant, his hand winding through my hair and yanking my head back as he drops to his knees behind me. He nudges my thighs apart, and I feel his cock prodding at my entrance. I gasp when he thrusts inside me without warning, he owns me. He doesn’t stop until my pussy is wrapped around his cock and he’s bumping my cervix.
He turns my head using my hair, until my eyes alight on the mirror above the sink where I can see us. My chest red and heaving, my breasts tight and high, my nipples hard and begging for his mouth. My own mouth is open, my eyes wide and filled with lust, my wet hair in his fist, his head above mine. Those green eyes stare with a hunger so strong, I shiver. “Don’t look away, watch as I fuck you, as I make you scream my name,” he orders, his voice deep and rough.
Leaning my head back on his shoulder, I pant, unable to look away as he licks my neck, his eyes on me in the mirror, his cock buried inside me. “You going to scream for me, baby?” he purrs into my skin.
“Only if you make me,” I counter, pushing back, wanting him to move. I know it’s payback for me teasing him, but I’m way too needy for this.
“Oh, Brat.” He grins, punishing me by yanking his cock out and plunging it back in, making me gasp as I cling to the bath’s edge. “You know you shouldn’t make idle threats like that.”
His hand strokes up my belly as I watch in the mirror, before he cups my breasts, twisting and playing with my nipples until I’m clamping down on him, pushing back, needing friction, needing something…
“My dirty little girl,” he coos, flicking my nipple as he observes me. “Better hold on,” he orders, and releases my nipple, his hand curving up over my chest until it wraps around my throat and squeezes. He holds me there, keeping me on the edge of not breathing as he starts to move with gentle little thrusts, until I’m rocking back to meet him, and then he picks up speed, slamming into me. My stomach catches on the bath, no doubt bruising it, but I don’t care. I want more.
I push myself forward, forcing his hand to cut off my breathing, and he groans, pummelling into me again and again, the pain and pleasure mixing together until, if I could breathe, I would be moaning.
“Filthy fucking brat,” he grunts, his arm bulging as he holds me on the edge of asphyxiation. Dots start across my eyes, my lungs screaming for air, but I don’t care, I could die fucking happy right now. Seeing his face lax in pleasure, his eyes dark with need as he fucks my body, his hard cock spearing my pussy, owning it, filling it, stretching it until I don’t know where I start and he ends.
He lets up on my neck and I suck in a deep breath, still pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Yes,” I gasp, my eyes closing for a moment when he tilts me back, and his cock drags over those nerves inside me.
“Eyes open,” he snaps.
I open them instantly, meeting his gaze, and he rewards me by reaching around with his other hand and flicking my clit before rubbing it, making me moan. It’s too much, the pleasure filling me up, racing through me, called by him. Controlled by him.
“Please,” I beg. I don’t even know what I’m begging for at the moment.
“Please what, Brat?” he rumbles.
I shake my head, breathing heavily, unable to keep looking at him, but when I drop my chin he reaches around and jerks it back up, his fingers digging in painfully. “Don’t fucking look away,” he snarls.
He keeps up the same hard rhythm, his finger rubbing my clit, his eyes on me until I can’t handle it anymore, I explode. His name leaves my lips on a scream as he continues to fuck me through the orgasm, working through my tight channel. I slump forward, but his arm bands around my chest and keeps me upright as he continues to fuck me, his hard, punishing thrusts losing rhythm until he’s just pummelling into me again and again, another orgasm building inside me, stronger than before.
“Come for me, Brat,” he orders, his other hand digging into my hip as he holds me still for his cock.
“I can’t,” I gasp, even as I can feel myself falling over the edge.
“Now,” he demands, his hand grabbing my throat again, that pressure throwing me over the cliff with a scream. He grunts as my pussy clamps around his cock, massaging his cum from him.
He thrusts once, twice more, before stilling and filling me, his cum splashing inside me as we both pant and shake. I fall forwards, my knees aching as I come back to Earth and the water around is cold, making me shiver. He wraps himself around me and holds me up, his softening cock still inside me.
“I guess I need to wash again,” I reto
rt, and he laughs, kissing my shoulder as we just lean against the edge of the tub, both wrapped around each other.
I wonder if he knows he’s stealing my heart with each kiss, touch, or look.
I wonder if I’m stealing his.
Keanu pulled the plug on the bath and refilled it as I relaxed into the water. We then washed each other with teasing, loving strokes until we were both clean. He pulled me from the water, wrapped me in a fluffy towel, and dried me off, his face locked in concentration as he swiped each part of my body carefully to dry me. When he found a bruise on my hip, obviously from his fingers, he looked up at me and kissed it better before moving on.
When he was finished, I was almost floating on a cloud, my eyes filled with tears from how carefully he looked after me, so I did the same for him. He was stiff at first, obviously not used to it as I care for him like he did me, but as I carried on, he relaxed until I finished, and he had a soft smile on his face.
He kissed me gently, and told me he was going to make us a drink and some food, and left me to get ready. I nodded and watched him go before turning to the steamed-up mirror, a dopey smile on my face.
Stroking my bottom lip, I can’t help but grin at how fucking lucky I am. I turn away, pulling the towel tighter, and head into his bedroom to see my bag folded up neatly on the chair near the window. My clothes must have been put away while I was in the bath. I open his first drawer and nearly swoon when I see my clothes next to his, folded there so carefully. My shoes are in his wardrobe and I didn’t even notice he had put my toothbrush with his in the bathroom.
The only thing left out is my makeup bag, a dress, some panties, and a pair of heels. Grinning, I pick up the black, strappy panties. The leather wraps around my ass cheeks and belly, leaving peekaboo holes. I wonder if this is his new favourite? He didn’t leave me a bra, but the dress he picked doesn’t need one. It’s backless and low cut, almost down to my ass, and a flowing material follows it down. The rest is tight, ending at mid-thigh. The material a stunning, iridescent blue. I had found it on sale a couple of years ago and never really wear it because of how much it cost me, not that he cares.
