Take (Need #2) (15 page)

A part of me still can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m sneaking out in plain sight to meet up with Brayden.

Because I fucked him.

Because I’m planning on doing so again. Several times, in fact.

At the end of the driveway, I pause, my heart dipping. There’s no one here. No car . . .

A blur drives by me, slowing down to a stop half a dozen feet away from the entrance to the driveway.

Seeing Brayden’s car makes me way more excited than it should.

With one last look over my shoulder, I run out of the driveway, turn right, and run to the passenger side of the car. Yet another look to make sure no one’s around to see me open the door.

Emerald eyes lock on me as soon as I’m inside the car.

I clench my thighs together, ignoring how every inch of me is shaking. The sound of my seat belt clicking fills the car, almost as loud as his harsh breaths. I expect him to take off driving immediately.

He doesn’t.

“Spread your legs.”

God, how can his rough voice be enough to make my clit tremble?

“Now, Kira.”

Shifting in my seat, I open my thighs. He reaches between them, pushing my tutu out of the way and sliding my thong to the side. My swollen, wet pussy is exposed to the air.

“Stay like that, baby. I want to be able to see what’s mine while I’m driving.”

He waits until I give him a shaky nod before taking off at full speed down the road. At every red light, he practically has to slam on the brakes to stop the car in time.

And at every light, his head turns back in my direction, his eyes eating up the sight of my exposed pussy.

By the time we hit the fifth light, I’m a quivering, wet mess, my pussy begging for more of his attention. Uncomfortable, I try to close my legs.

Brayden’s hand slaps around my thigh, squeezing down. “Ah, ah. Keep them open, baby.” The light changes, and he takes off like a demon again.

“But you’re driving. You can barely look anyway,” I mumble, beyond fucking horny. He was inside me less than fifteen minutes ago, wrenching soul-shattering orgasms out of me. This kind of hunger doesn’t make any sense.

“That’s my pussy. If I want it exposed, you’ll leave it exposed for me.”

I should be aggravated by that kind of possessive comment.

God help me, I’m not.

When I spread my legs open once more, he hums under his breath, sounding pleased.

“How far is your apartment?” I ask once he merges onto the highway, my temple now throbbing like the rest of my body.

“Usually an hour. On the way here, I made it in forty minutes.”

It hasn’t even been ten minutes yet.

Angsty, I wiggle on the seat, two seconds away from rubbing my aching pussy into the leather beneath me. “That’s so far.”

His left hand tightens around the wheel. His other hand tightens around my thigh. I don’t even try to close my legs since his hold makes it damn obvious he won’t let me. “I know. Fuck.” He speeds up even more.

We must be past eighty, possibly pushing ninety by now.

I can’t even find it in me to be worried for our safety.
Faster. Faster.
Brayden must pick up on my silent urging because he presses down on the gas even harder.

Within seconds, we’re practically flying down the highway at an unholy speed. His hand starts inching its way up my thigh. I latch onto his wrist, squeezing tight. “No, Brayden. Keep your eyes on the road.”

“My eyes are on the road, Kitty.” He merges from the middle lane onto the right one, not slowing down one bit. “Now let me grab what’s mine.”

Heart in my throat, I let his wrist go. Adrenaline pumps hard through my veins. My eyes are locked unblinking on the road speeding past us. Every beat of my heart seems to echo in my ears. Brayden slides his hand between my legs, the tips of his fingers finding my clit.

I flinch at the fierce shot of pleasure his touch sends through me. “Br-Brayden . . .”

“Move your cunt on my fingers, baby.”

Is he crazy? I can’t believe he wants to finger fuck me while driving at almost a hundred miles per hour! “You’re insane. Stop. We can’t right now.”

His fingers thrust into me roughly and his palm hits my clit. “Yeah, we fucking can. I want my pussy riding and coming around my fingers, and you’re going to give it to me.”

My back arches on the seat. I’m too turned on to fight this. Closing my eyes, I give in, forgetting everything but the feel of those two thick fingers stretching me wide. Three thrusts, that’s all it takes, and suddenly I’m coming, my mouth open on a silent scream.

Brayden growls under his breath, fucking me faster. I feel the car change lanes again, another acceleration, my juices gathering on his hands and the seat beneath me. The world goes quiet after that, my senses gathering into the calm darkness.

The tires screech beneath the car, jolting me out of my semi-trance. I open my eyes in time to see him taking the exit ramp at almost maximum speed, blowing through every light that comes after. What seems like seconds later, he practically slams the car into a parking spot in front of an apartment complex.

“Is this where you live?” I ask, breathless.

He slams out of the car without answering. I catch a glimpse of his expression as he turns to head around to my side. Unclipping my seat belt, I open the door right as he reaches me. He practically lifts me out of the car and kicks the door closed.

Grabbing my hand, he pulls me straight across the parking lot, his much longer strides making it difficult for me to keep up. We reach the door to one of the two-story buildings. He opens it and guides me inside. “Second floor, baby. Hurry.”

I take the steps as fast as I can, hearing his pounding footsteps following me. At the landing, I turn.

“The door on the left,” he says, grabbing my arm and leading me.

I’m dragged into his apartment and barely get a second to take it in before he’s pressing me to the wall next to the door. He crowds me, giving me no room for escape. Eyes ablaze with emotion, he stares at me.

What is he looking for? Permission?

But I know very well what he wants from me, and it’s not permission. What he wants is something I refuse to give him.

“This is just sex between us,” I tell him, breathing hard.

“Keep telling yourself that,” is his answer.

Nothing else is said between us.

Nothing else needs to be said.

We both know where we stand—what our end goals in this situation are.

And we’re still going to fuck each other’s brains out because we have no other choice.

His thumb grazes my lip, a perfect, tantalizing touch. He knows just how to work me, even with such a simple caress. “Tell me you’re dying for my cock. At least give me that.”

I open my mouth, eyes locked with his as I suck him inside. My pussy ripples, hungry to replace my mouth. “I’m dying for your cock, Brayden. As much as you’re dying for my pussy.”

He can’t hold back his anguished groan, nor the bone-deep yearning I see in his expression.

Killing. Me.

No pity. No remorse.

It’s starting to feel like soon, I won’t have any choice in how this ends.

To silence the annoying thoughts going through my mind, I pull his head down to me, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.

He doesn’t move, letting me take the reins, but every small groan he gives me pounds straight in my pussy. Licking my top lip lightly, he whispers, “Tell me you love my lips.”

I’m too far gone to process what that really means, what my answer might divulge. “I love your lips.” Humming, I suck on them again and lift a leg to wrap it around his hips.

His body shivers against mine. “Admit that you live for them, baby.” He lets the tip of this tongue flick mine, but doesn’t give me anything more.

I rock my hips into him, rubbing my aching slit along his rock-hard cock. “Live for them.” I pull on his hair, trying to urge him to open his mouth for me. That tongue.
Fuck
, it drives me crazy.

His big hand slides down my back to tightly grip my bare ass under the tutu. “Yeah? What else do you live for, baby? This?” He punctuates the last word with a thrust, blatantly rubbing that monster between his legs into my cunt.

“
Brayden
.” I jump up and lift my other leg, wrapping both around his hips. He wraps his arms around me, holding me up as I roll my hips in circles. I kiss his cheeks, his jaw, the corner of his lips, silently asking him to open his mouth and give me what I need.

Tightening his arms to the point of pain, he thrusts up, his chest heaving beneath mine. “Answer me, Kira. I want to know you need me just as bad as I need you.”

Can’t give him that. No way. And it doesn’t matter, because he feels so fucking good right now that I’m already close to coming again. I let my head fall back, riding each thrust of his hips. His dick presses into my clit, delicious friction.

“Talk to me, baby.”

I moan, but refuse to do as he says.

He cups the back of my neck and bites into it as hard as he can.

I scream out, eyes opening at the pain—

An orgasm starts ripping through me. Hot. Wild. Perfect.

Brayden pulls my hips away from his, taking away the pressure I so desperately need.

“No!” I cry, clawing at him like an animal.

“You won’t admit it? Fine,” he growls, lifting me up over his shoulder.

My pussy throbs, still on the verge. I kick my legs and beat on his back, maddened from the frustration. “Fuck you, asshole! Fuck you!”

He takes four massive steps across the living room and flings me violently onto the couch. “No, fuck
you,
woman.” Reaching down, he rips open his jeans. “I adore you, and you won’t fucking admit it to yourself.”

I hate this motherfucker. I hate him more than he could possibly ever understand.

His vest lands on the floor.

I rise up on my knees.

Reaching over his head, he yanks his shirt up and off, throwing it God knows where.

Moving closer, I slap his chest with both my hands, trying to push him back. “No. You don’t get to decide when you fuck me.”

He steps forward and reaches around me to clasp the back of my top. One rough yank and I feel it rip open. “Yes. I. Do.”

I try to hit him again but he grabs my hands, forcing them down to his open jeans. “Get these off me.” He goes to work pulling my tutu and thong down my hips.

His pants are pushed down his legs. I glare at him the entire time, hating this feeling of powerlessness. “I really can’t stand you.”

He lifts me up like I weigh nothing, slides the tutu off my legs, and places me back on the couch. “And I really can’t live without you.”

Ugh!

“Stop lying to me, damn you.” I rip my gloves off.

“Stop lying to yourself.” He kicks off his shoes and jeans, standing before me in nothing but that sexy leather cuff and all the ink covering his body.

And dear God, there’s so much of it now. I try to fully make out the tattoo on his side but I’m too unfocused to do so.

When I reach up to pull the cat ears off my head, he stops me. “No. Leave them on.”

Kinky motherfucker.

My nipples stiffen painfully. I reach for his cock and give it a brutal squeeze, using the hold to pull him to me. “Fine. Just shut the fuck up and come fuck me.”

He laughs, his smile so beautiful that my heart punches at my ribcage. Pressing me into the back of the couch, he climbs on, braced on his knees just like I am. He grabs onto the back of the sofa and leans down to kiss me.

I accept his kiss, but sink my nails deep into his shoulders, making sure he knows I’m not fully ready to give in.

Smiling against my lips, he slides his body up and down, his erection trapped between us. The damp head wets my abdomen.
Goddamn
, I still can’t get used to the fact that I can make him leak precome that easily.

I clasp his face with both hands and run my tongue over the seam of his lips. His hands slide down my sides, stopping briefly to cup my ass.