Take (Need #2) (18 page)

It sets off a spark, and I pull her so hard against me that my palm grinds into her clit.

The kiss is wet and electric, and I can’t stop devouring her. The second I find her g-spot, she screams into my mouth before tightening her grip and biting down on my lower lip.

It’s so strong
—
our intensity, our want.

All I want is to crawl inside her.

Grinding, purring, my Kitty can’t stop moving. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I know what’s coming.

My hand stops and I slow my kisses, despite her protests.

It’s fucking hard, torturous even, but necessary.

Her whimpers and pleas cut through me, but it’s a lesson I need her to remember
—
she needs me as much as I need her.

“I know you want more, Kira.”

“Please!” Her hips grind against my hand, searching for more.

“You were so fucking greedy for it, and you still are.”

I slip my fingers back in, and she shivers in my arms.

It takes every bit of strength in me to pull away from her. So difficult when I know how close she is, how bad she needs it. Her hands are braced on the counter as she turns around.

Her expression . . . Holy fuck, I’m almost coming in my jeans from the strength of her lust.

“Please.”

The desperation in her tone tears at me, makes me want to surrender. But I can’t.

She has to see, has to remember, has to feel our connection at its strongest. Soak in it until it permeates every last part of her again.

“Not right now.”

Her brow scrunches up, eyes watering in what I’m guessing is sheer frustration. “Why?”

“When your friends leave, when you can’t stand it anymore. When you need to finish yourself off, find me.”

She steps forward and grabs on to my shirt. “I want it now. I can’t go up there like this.”

“Later,” I press, despite my dick begging to put her on the counter and drive into her.

“Now.”

“Five minutes ago, you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

“And now I’m like this, and it’s your fault.”

I smirk at her. “Then come find me later. Find out just how good the buildup can be. Come to me, and I’ll make you come harder than you ever have before.”

Her jaw locks, and she slaps her hand against my chest. “Asshole!”

“Oh, I’ll be taking that soon, baby, but not tonight.”

She stares up at me in shock, giving me the opportunity to step back and out. I turn around when I reach the doorway and give a couple strokes to my cock.

“See you soon.”

Her thighs clamp together as she bites down on her bottom lip, making me second-guess my leaving.

I take a few deep breaths on my way to the staircase.

“Oh, hi,” a voice says as I start climbing.

I look up to find Jenna coming down. “Hey.”

“Have you seen Kira? She went to get some snacks, and it’s been a while.”

I nod. “Yeah, she’s in the kitchen.”

Her gaze narrows on me. “Why do you look like the cat that ate the canary? Or in this case, the Kira?”

I smirk at her and lick my fingers. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

She laughs, but when it dies down and I’m about to leave, she stops me.

“Brayden, look, I don’t know what went down with you two, and all joking and teasing aside, that’s my best friend.”

“Hurt her and you’ll kill me?”

She shakes her head. “You’ve already done that.” I grimace and hang my head. “What you just did right there shows me you’re hurt too. Make our girl happy so I don’t have to chop your dick off, okay?”

“That’s all I want to do, but she’s fighting it, which I completely understand.”

“Keep fighting.”

“Always.”

She smiles and punches my arm. “Guess I’ll go pick up whatever mess of a girl you left.”

“Hey, Jenna.”

She turns back to me. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for being such a great friend. I know because of me she didn’t really have many friends that were girls.”

She giggles. “I forgot about that.”

I head back to my room and shut the door, then collapse down on my bed.

My dick is still hard, thumping in my jeans.

I check my watch
—
it’s already almost five. Unless her friends leave right now, I’d be lucky to see her for a long time, let alone tonight.

Fuck.

I rub against my shaft with my palm.

There’s no way I can make it through work tomorrow like this. I’ll be a raging fucking lunatic.

I really want to come in Kira, but for my own sanity, it’s best to rub out a quick one. But next time, it
will
be smeared all over her pussy lips and oozing out of her tight cunt.

My friends left just before dinner, abandoning me. They’re all on my shit list as I think they’re conspiring with him.

Then again, I’ve never told them everything.

Somehow, by some miraculous means, I made it through dinner. Brayden stared at me almost the whole time, our parents clueless as they ignored each other.

The conversation was stifled, and that’s putting it nicely. For the life of me, I don’t understand why Steven even tries to engage his son in conversation. The dislike on both ends is so obvious that it felt like a heavy presence in the room. I had to physically restrain myself from reacting every time Steven spoke to him in that forced, slightly condescending tone.

Brayden gave as good as he got, but it still wasn’t easy.

My mother didn’t say one word to Steven, which made everything worse.

I always disliked the man and I won’t deny it. Lately, though, I’ve begun to truly hate Brayden’s father.

At one point, Brayden brushed the back of his fingers lightly across my upper thigh.

Did I mention that I hate him, too?

Now, I’m alone, staring at my laptop, trying to force myself to
stop
looking at the door.

It’s not working.

My thighs clench, trying to keep them from moving, to keep me from thinking about the man across the hall. The one who drove me to insanity earlier and left me like this.

I’m so horny. Clawing the walls, so far gone I’m not thinking straight.

My pussy keeps twitching, aching to be filled. Stuffed by that huge cock of his. Spread open as he pounds into me.

I glance over to my nightstand and contemplate pulling my vibe out. The problem is, I know it won’t be enough. A hollow orgasm. Unfulfilling and frustrating me further.

But I don’t want to go to him either. I don’t want to prove to that cocky bastard that he was right.

Even though he is.

I can’t stop thinking about him, about his touch. How freaking perfect he feels inside me. How much I want it.

These are his terms, not mine.

I press my fingers against my clit as my thighs rub together. My nipples are so stiff every shift of my hips has them rubbing against my tank top. Then it hits me, smacks me in the face.

It was on a day close to this, maybe even this same day last year, that I got my first taste of him.

My first addictive hit.

The day he almost took my virginity.

I wanted him to do it. He was almost there.

Mom has the worst timing.

I won’t even allow myself to get into thoughts about how things would be different if he had.

Instead, I wonder if he’s high right now, just like he was then. Did he get off after he teased me this afternoon?

I feel like I’m going out of my mind.

What is this?

I can’t do anything but fantasize about him touching me.

No, that’s not true.

I can go across the hall and take what I need. Not because he told me to, because I want it. Me fucking him, not the other way around.

I’m off my bed and to the door. It’s eleven, so Mom and Steven should be asleep. The hallway is dark by their room, no light from under the door, but there is a small sliver coming from Brayden’s room.

I sneak across the hall and stand outside his door. It’s silent inside, and I wonder if he’s asleep.

Only one way to find out.

Slowly, I twist the knob and push the door open.

He’s awake, sitting in just his shorts with his laptop on his lap, headphones on.

As soon as he notices my movement, his head snaps up. The illumination from his laptop highlights his green eyes, which seem to glow, thanks to the thick black frame of his glasses.

Damn, I forgot how sexy he looks in those.

He takes off his headphones. By his expression he’s surprised I’m here, which makes me nervous.

He’s been chasing me for the last year, ever since I came to him, just like this.

Maybe it’s
déjà
vu, but it feels so much like then.

He closes his computer and sets it on his nightstand. His tongue wets his lips as he watches me.

Then, he reaches out for my hand. “Sit.”

Fuck.

I can’t help it. I straddle his hips, right over his cock which seems to suddenly harden beneath me.

I rock against him, staring straight into his eyes. “Finish what you started here a year ago.”

His mouth pops open, eyes darkening.

I reach out and slide his glasses off, setting them down on his laptop. “You won’t be needing these.”

I may have come to him, asked him to fuck me, but I’m still in control, and I make sure he knows it as I trace the line at the edge of his shorts. I grab onto the band and pull, inching them down. He shudders beneath me, his hands running up my thighs.

When my fingers brush against his shaft, he bucks, pressing right against my clit.

It’s hot and as I pull it out, I see how hard and ready he is to give me what I need.

Only three days, but it feels like a lifetime since I’ve had him in my hands.

His fingers reach my shorts and dip in, slipping across my slit.

He smirks at me. “How did my little pussy get so wet?”

I grip his cock with one hand and yank his shorts off with the other.

“You know damn well how. Maybe I’ll get back at you and leave you on the verge,” I say, taunting him.

His hand grips down on my hip while he shoves two fingers into my pussy, making me gasp. “You really think I’m going to let you get away? I’m bigger and stronger than you.”

Cocky jerk.

I tighten my grip, and he cringes. “I know your weak spots.” I loosen up and continue to work his shorts down.

When his whole cock is out, balls as well, I stop.

I’m transfixed, unable to look away. It twitches, and I lick my lips. The damn thing is hypnotic.

How did he ever get this thing all the way inside me?

There’s a clear drop of fluid coming out of the tip, and I can’t stop myself. I lean down and lick it.

I have little experience with giving head, but that doesn’t stop me from swirling my tongue around the tip.

He jerks beneath me, cursing as he throws his hands up, then down and into my hair.

He’s so big I can’t get much in, so I use my tongue, which only makes him move more.

“Fuck, Kira! So fucking good.”

I look up at him, and my pussy twitches. His eyes are wild. Pupils blown, mouth open. Muscles so tight like he’s ready to spring on me. It makes me moan around him, sending vibrations through his shaft.

I swallow around him, and it forces him to make the sexiest grunts and groans.

He pulls me off him with little effort and flips me under him. “Shit. Kitty, you’re going to get a mouth full of milk if you keep that up.”

I draw in a breath as my head lands on a pillow. “And?”

A growl-like sound vibrates in his chest before he slams his lips to mine, our teeth crashing together with the force.

Lips. Tongue. Hot and wet.

Grinding
.

Fuck.

He slips my panties and shorts to the side and slides his length against my pussy. He’s panting as he pulls back and looks down. We both stare, watching the tip of his cock pop up between my puffy lower lips.

Each zing on my clit makes my hips move against him. The zinging sensation moves through my body with each thrust.

I grab hold of his shirt, fisting it, pulling his mouth back down. An action that only makes it worse. Or better.

Everything is mixing together. Intensity ramping up.

His teeth nip down my jaw, tongue licking down my neck before biting down on his favorite spot.

He moves, making room to pull my tank top off.

No longer pressing against my clit, I let out a little whimper. His mouth continues down my chest until he’s flicking my nipple with his tongue.

I’m a confused mess caused by the wavering strength of pleasure. He’s pulsing it, drawing it out longer.

With a final pulling bite and suck of one of my very hard and aroused nipples, he moves down.

All I’ve ever heard about is how guys hate to go down on girls.

Not Brayden.

He seems to make it his life’s mission to eat me out as often as he can.

Those dark, almost dangerous eyes look at me, then he yanks my shorts and panties off, tearing them down my legs.

“Jesus!” I nearly jump off the bed when he dives down, latching onto my pussy and digging in.

I squirm from the force of the sensitivity as he sucks on my clit, tongue licking at my opening. I fist his hair, unable to control myself.

“Brayden!”

He sucks on my whole pussy and runs his tongue up my slit.

“Shhh, baby. Don’t want the parents to hear you coming, do you?”

A strange moaning whimper makes its way out of me.

I can’t stop moving against him. So right. Tense. His hands keep me right where he wants me.

Unable to move.

Forced to take everything he gives.

I’m a panting, writhing wreck. So freaking close to coming, but it also feels miles away.

An almost numbing sensation.

My back arches, body shaking. His fingers move faster in and out than his cock ever could.

No more thoughts. Only feels.

His hands.

His tongue.

Him.

All of him.

My vision goes blurry, the ache between my legs escalating.

Suddenly he’s gone, and I’m about to go crazy or break.

“Make sure you come all over the sheets.”

Before I can even think to say something, his lips are on mine and his cock is stretching me open.

And I’m screaming into his mouth as I stare into his dark eyes.

My whole body convulses.

Uncontrollable.

Unbelievable shocks that light up everything.

Quaking bundle of pleasure-intensified nerves.

It doesn’t stop.

I’m whimpering, thrashing in his arms, begging him with my eyes to slow down.

Before I can even register, his dick is out and he’s slamming it back in. Smacking into my still shuddering cunt.

“Come on, baby. One more time.”

“Haven’t . . . stopped.” Tears stream down my cheeks, and I pray he comes before I go insane.

His thrusts somehow pick up in pace, and he cages me in his arms.

“I know. Your pussy won’t stop squeezing me.”

“Just . . . come.”

He hooks his arm under my knee, making my eyes roll back as he hits even deeper.

“Where?” He slows down to long, deep strokes, his hand locked onto the base of my skull, keeping my gaze to him.

“I . . . I . . .”

“Where, Kira?”

His words come out in a desperate growl, while my own are a high-pitched keening.

“In my pussy.”

Teeth lock down on my neck, stifling him as he cries out, holding me closer, tighter than he ever has before. I’m clenching him so tight I can feel each throbbing eruption deep inside me. His whole body jerks from the force, and my pussy feels like it’s sucking him in.

He collapses down on me, his weight making it hard to breathe.

“Brayden.” I tap on his shoulder and he pulls his knees up, taking some of the weight off while keeping his cock buried.

His chest is still pressed against mine, but I can breathe again.

It takes a few minutes for us both to calm down. When he is calm again, he sits up, back onto his haunches.

He looks down at me with a goofy smile and heavy eyes.