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Authors: K.I. Lynn,N. Isabelle Blanco

 

White fucking bliss forces my hips up as she slides down, slamming all of my dick inside her.

Inside
Kira
.

Bare.

“Oh, shit!” My mouth drops open as I stare down to where we’re joined. “I’m inside you, I’m fucking inside you.”

There’s only one lift of her hips, then back down before her nails dig into my chest. She’s holding in a scream, and my cock is right there with her as I desperately keep from coming. Walls tight, pulsing around me, begging me to come with her.

“Brayden,” she gasps, rocking on my cock, shuddering as the wet clutch of her cunt almost forces my come out of me.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. My girl’s coming all over my cock, her sexy little lips wide open as she moans incoherently. It feels too good, looks too good, and I can’t hold it back.

I’m going to come.

Right here.

Right now.

Deep in Kira’s tight pussy.

Painting her walls, exactly how I’ve always wanted to.

I grip down on her hips, guiding her draining body as I pump up. Fisting the front of that pink and black bra she’s wearing, I bring her down, catching her when she collapses on my chest. One hand around her jaw, I kiss her, eating at her mouth, fucking it with my tongue, rotating my hips into her over and over.

She tightens around me, still coming, whimpering as our tongues twirl.

It’s all too much and I start coming, the first brutal wave slamming up my cock and into her, choking me with pleasure. “Fuck, baby. I love you. Fucking love you,” I hear myself desperately moaning.

Kira shuts me up, fisting my hair and kissing me senseless.

I start coming even harder, my entire world going black, my heart hammering like it’s about to explode inside me.

I’m a panting mess, and my muscles give out, relaxing back down onto the bed.

Her hips continue rocking, pussy fluttering on my still hard dick as she tries to sit up. It’s then I see the lust draining from her and reality settling back in.

Not fucking happening.

I’m stronger, faster, and have her flipped onto her back before she even realizes, looming over her, pinning her down with my cock locked inside her. I wrap my arm around her and shift her up the bed so I can climb on.

Her expression clouds over again, arms reaching around me, pulling my lips down to hers. Instead of kissing her, I dip down and lick up the side of her neck, resting on my favorite spot, biting her. She lets out a squeak, and my dick twitches inside her, making her do it again.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I growl into her ear, nipping at it with my teeth. “I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

I sweep my hands down her thighs to her knees and push them open, spreading her wide. The new angle lets me slide in even deeper, and I groan as Kira lets out a high-pitched gasp, her back arching. I wrap one hand around her neck, holding her down on the bed, and look right into her eyes, stopping for a single, heart-pounding second.

“You’re mine.” I tighten my hold on her neck. I slide the length of my dick out of her, slowly, seeing it glisten with both her come and mine.

Kira tightens around me, as if refusing to let my cock go.

And that right there is all the answer I need.

“Fucking mine,” I repeat, slamming back in, holding one of her thighs open as I piston into her with every bit of strength in me.

It doesn’t matter that I just had the most draining explosion of my life. I have a mission to pump her so full of my come she won’t be able to live without me.

Each thrust of my dick into her causes little whimpers and cries and the most fucking erotic come face I’ve ever seen. Lips parted, eyes heavy and glazed over.

Her pussy keeps milking me, pulling me in.

“Kira.” I let my forehead drop onto hers, staring into her eyes, not breaking the connection as my hips slam into hers. “You feel so fucking good. Didn’t know

Jesus, girl. You’re killing me.”

She wraps her arms around me. Her legs. Her pleading eyes never leave mine, wide, emotionally open, finally showing me everything I’ve been dying to see. She needs me just as close. Needs me to keep going. To give it to her harder.

So I do
.

Her pussy is so wet, filled with our come. Each thrust pushes it out the harder and deeper I go. My hips move, driven by the aching need for more friction.

It’s unbearable, mind wiping, animal driving instinct that keeps me going.

Fill her.

Again and again until she’s overflowing with my come.

More than she already is.

Soaking wet tightness pulls more from me. I can feel my balls pull up.

She tries to close her eyes. To block some part of herself from this unbearable connection. Her head turns to the side. I grab her chin and bring her back to me, nipping her bottom lip hard enough to cause her eyes to snap open.

“Those eyes, baby.” I push deep into her and stop moving, letting her feel each throb my cock gives. “They turn me on so much. Can’t live without them anymore.”

Her walls ripple around me. “Stop,” she begs me in a whisper, eyes watering.

“No. Never again.” I’m going to come. God, I’m so fucking close. 

Her back arches, eyes rolling back and fluttering. The silent scream from her parted lips gains volume, leaking out shuttering whimpers and keening cries. Coming again, all over me. My fantasy is finally coming to life, and the real thing is so much more erotic that I start coming with her, unable to hold back.

I stop for a single breath-stealing second, feeling the come rising up my length, the explosion building at the base of my spine. Then I lose control, grabbing her hips to slam into her, my back arching to push me in deeper. “Fuck.
Fuck
! Ah, baby. I’m fucking
—holy shit. Kira. Kira. God, I love you.
Fucking love you
!”

My hips pump until there’s nothing left in me. Weakness sets in. I lose the strength to hold myself up and fall onto Kira, my mind going utterly blank.

 

 

 

 

 

Brayden’s sprawled on me, completely boneless. The weight of him is more than I can handle; I don’t care. Moving him is the last thing on my mind. Layers of clothes separate the majority of his body from mine, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt closer to anyone.

I tense with panic.

He groans, shifting, and his cock slides out of me. “Wherever you’re at in your head right now, come back. Don’t start pulling away.” His voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper in my ear, destroyed by all the roaring he did while coming inside me.

I stare up at the ceiling, my mind starting to detach. I’m too attracted to this guy. Too into everything about him. Being here, present in this moment, isn’t an option. I can’t allow myself to feel what he’s trying to make me feel.

Brayden kisses my cheek softly.

I flinch and tense more. Hot fluid leaks out of me, and I gasp when it doesn’t stop, realizing what it is.

Oh God, that turns me on. Knowing he pumped all that come into me is so fucking sexy.

Seeming to read my mind, he runs the head of his softening dick against me, smearing his come into my skin. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever fucked without a condom. It’s so fucking good, baby.”

“Liar.” I struggle beneath him, angry that he would dare lie to me about that.

“No, baby.” He pulls back to look at me and runs his fingers down my cheek. “I swear to God, you’re the only girl I’ve ever done that with, and you’ll always be the only one.”

I’m not looking at him. Refuse to do so, eyes still locked with the ceiling, but I feel him jerk.

“Wait.
Fuck.
Kira. We didn’t use protection. Holy shit!”

“I’m on birth control.” I went on it two months ago, telling myself I wanted to be safe when I went out there to experiment. Be with other guys.

It’s pathetic how I never got around to that.

An eerie stillness falls over Brayden. “You’re on . . . birth control.”

He says it like it’s such a bad thing.

What-the-fuck-ever. I just want him off me. I want to run away, hide, scrub the memory of this night out of my brain.

There’s a shift in weight, then he’s on his knees above me, his face blocking my view of the ceiling.

I focus on his lips because I refuse to look into his eyes.

“Why are you on birth control?”

Rising up on my elbows, I slide backwards away from him.

His hand lands above my knee, squeezing down.

I should break his hold, but for some reason, I don’t. Head bowed, I stare at his large hand, unable to move.

“Why, Kira?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Silence.

I know he can read into my tone, guess the answer to my question. He doesn’t like it, but does that matter? Yes, I went on birth control planning to have a back up once I went out there to sleep with other guys.

So what? He’s no one to judge me for it.

His sigh brings my eyes back to him. I’m shocked by the amount of sadness I see in his gaze. Anger I expected. Maybe even disgust. But he’s downright anguished now, and I don’t know why.

“I see.” He nods. A slow, resigned movement. “So I’m not the first guy to come inside you, either. Austin was.”

Whatever distance I’d managed to build between us collapses on my end. What I should do is get off this bed, exit this room, and leave him with that belief.

I can’t. It hurts me to see that expression on his face. To know the reason behind it.

God help me, I’m such a fool.

“Austin never came inside me. No one but you has.”

His eyes meet mine, and I hate the glimmer of hope I see in them.

I hate it because it eases my pain. It makes me
happy
.

Biting my lip, I stare back at him, my head spinning.

“Are you serious?”

There’s only a smidgen of doubt in his tone. He wants to believe me so damn bad.

That’s the problem between us. How broken we are. He doesn’t fully trust me, and I sure as hell don’t trust him.

Unless he’s inside me. Then nothing seems to matter but us.

“I have to go.” It’s the last thing I want to do.

And that’s exactly why I have to do it.

I scooch back a bit more.

Brayden’s head falls down, eyes on the bed. I follow his stare and can’t help the gasp that leaves me. That gasp only makes yet another round of wetness gush out of me and onto the pillows I’m sitting on.

There’s so much of it on the bed—thick, white—that it’s impossible to mistake what it is.

The hand around my knee tightens. Dark eyes meet mine. “Damn, baby. That just makes me want to pump you full of it all over again.”

I go weak all over.

My eyes fall to his lap. His dick is still exposed, sticking out of his open jeans. Even semi-soft, it’s long enough to lie on his thigh. I watch it bounce twice, then start to harden.

A hungry moan leaves me.

He slides his hand beneath my tutu, cupping my pussy. Staring at me, he braces one fist on the bed and leans into me, lips parting.

I ache to kiss them. Own them. Never let them go.

Fucked.

I’m so freaking
fucked.

“Come here, baby. I have more to give you.”

I start leaning back against the headboard, spreading my legs to give him more access—

“What the fuck do you mean you heard someone screaming in my room?”

Brayden and I freeze.

It’s her. Jennifer.

And I want her to find us like this. Want her to see that Brayden just pounded me into
her
bed. Want her to know that I was the one who milked him dry.

Brayden wants it too. I see it in his eyes.

It can’t happen. We can’t get caught.

He’s my stepbrother, and that hoebag will have no problem letting the whole world know we’re fucking if she finds out.

Brayden jumps off the bed. Before I can process what’s happening, he has me up in his arms. Three large strides and we’re in front of the door to her closet.

“No. Not in there. She might catch us,” I whisper frantically.

“No choice. Nowhere else to go,” he whispers back and opens the door. He steps inside, puts me down, and manages to close the door just as I hear the door to the bedroom open.

“See? The bed’s a mess.”

I can’t make out who’s talking. It’s dark in this closet, barely lit by the sliver of light leaking in through the bottom of the door.

Brayden pulls me to him, hugging me. We’re chest to chest, my bare tits squeezed into his bare chest. I choke back a gasp, tensing.

“What the fuck? What’s that on my bed?”

That screech makes me cringe.

Until I realize what Jennifer’s talking about. I hold my breath, waiting for it . . .

“Oh my fucking God, is that—Someone came all over my bed!”

A laugh bubbles up my throat, and I have to press my face to the crook of Brayden’s neck to smother it. I don’t know why I think this is so funny, pretty sure this makes me a very sick person.

“Who the hell was up here?” Jennifer’s scream is loud enough to crack glass, I swear to God.

I hear her friend mumbling, trying to calm her down.

Brayden cups the back of my head, holding me to him, and I feel his chest bouncing with his silent laughter.

“I am not going to calm down. I want to know who the hell was up here so I can kick them the fuck out of my house!” Jennifer yells. “Go out there and start asking around. Get the other girls to help you. Or else I’ll kick all of you out, too.”

Jesus, what a bitch. I don’t understand how she has a large group of girls ready to jump at her beck and call.

Brayden shifts, sliding his hand between us and wrapping it around one of my breasts, his thumb swiping underneath, moving between the pulled down cup of my bra and my skin. As I try to pull away, he slowly tugs on my nipple.

Shaking, I bite down on his neck, trying to hold back my moan.

“Come back to my place with me, baby. I’m not ready to let you go.”

I shake my head.

He tugs on my nipple again, soft, slow, and rolls his hips into me, making me feel his fully hard dick. His lips graze my ear. “I need you again. All fucking night.”

My skin breaks out in goose bumps. I want nothing more than to have him to myself all night. “I can’t,” I whisper into his ear. I really can’t. We had sex, yes, but it’s not meant to be a repeat.

It’s all my body and soul want: multiple repeats.

Brayden sucks on my earlobe, just as slow as he’s playing with my nipple. “Please, baby. My cock’s aching for you again.”

My pussy is aching for him, too.

Willpower disintegrates.

The hunger rises.

My common sense is seconds from checking out completely.

I don’t hear anyone in the room outside, didn’t even register the fact that Jennifer and her friend had left. This is my chance. I can force Brayden to let me go, get the fuck out of this house and party.

But there’s no escaping this—
him
.

His thumb presses into the bottom of my chin, lifting my head up to him.

I don’t resist him.

Our lips meet, perfect fucking friction, and the moment I feel his tongue sliding along mine, I know I’m done for.

This is happening again. And again.

I’m going to use him, fuck him until I can’t take anymore. Gorge on him until the thought of touching him becomes unbearable to me. “Fine. Take me home with you.”

His chest rises and falls with a deep breath. One more kiss, and he opens the door slowly, making sure to peek out and see if anyone is in the room. The lights are still on, but it’s empty. Jennifer must have stormed out of here in her search and forgot to turn them off.

Brayden exits first and turns to stand in front of the door, blocking me from exiting. He reaches down to slide his dick back into his pants and pulls on the zipper. I reach up to adjust my boobs, making sure they’re covered by my bra-top, and his eyes flicker down to watch. “I’m going to take a separate way out of the house. My car is parked a block away, but I’ll drive around and meet you at the end of the driveway.”

But of course. We can’t let anyone see us leave together. How could I have forgotten?

More importantly, why does knowing this bother me so much?

“Kira?” He leans toward me, eyes wide and questioning.

“I heard you.” My voice comes out a lot harsher than I expect it to.

Brayden eyes me warily. “You’re coming, right?”

Swallowing nervously, I nod.

He kisses my forehead, lingering for a few seconds, then turns to head out of the room.

I wait by the closet, watching him stop at the entrance and look both ways before walking out. Less than two seconds later, I’m following the path he took, my heart pounding at the fear of discovery.

Sneaking out of the room isn’t the hard part. The hallway on this side of the house is just as empty as it’d been earlier when Brayden caught up to me. I already know I can’t head down the main staircase. Too many people. Besides, Brayden turned to head in that direction.

Thankfully, I find another set of stairs heading down toward the back of the house. It’s packed here as well, especially the kitchen as I pass, but I don’t see anyone I know.

Don’t give a fuck if they see me.

I don’t care about anything, actually. I just want to get out of this house and into Brayden’s car so he can get me to his place and fuck me again.

Analyzing that thought is dangerous, therefore I don’t allow myself to even try.

I keep my head down as I walk outside. Like most parties I’ve ever been in, there’s almost as much people lingering outside as there are inside. Dodging past them, I make my way down the seemingly never-ending driveway.

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