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 * 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 *, 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 * 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 *. 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.