Chapter Seventeen #2
Grinning down at her, I teasingly rub my dick against her opening, surprised by how wet she is, having just woken up.
“Tut tut, sis. Have you been having naughty dreams about me again?” She avoids my eyes, and the question, rubbing back against me.
“Kalen,” she moans, and my name feels like a prayer on her lips. I press my own lips against hers for the briefest kiss, before moving to her throat. I nibble my way along the sexy line of her neck and she groans. “Harder.”
When I reach the soft juncture between her neck and shoulder, I sink my teeth in much harder and Amelie gasps and turns to jelly beneath me.
I want to take my time to reacquaint myself with her, but she claws impatiently at my back, hooking her heels together around my waist and trying to pull me closer.
“Patience, sis,” I tease. I can’t believe she’s not slapping me for calling her that, that’s how in the moment she is. I plan to take full advantage.
I fist the base of my cock and slowly begin to pump it. I’m hard as hell and sensitive as fuck after rubbing against her pussy, and my balls ache. I just need to be inside her.
Reaching out, I slide a finger through her folds and into her hot, wet pussy. The growl she unleashes is barely human.
“Kalen, I have my own damn fingers I can use anytime I want. Give me your monster cock!”
“Haven’t you been using the gift I sent you?” I grin mischievously at her.
“I swear to god—”
“Relax. Although, I really want to see you finger yourself while I watch, sis.” She groans at my dirty words and somehow gets even wetter. Fuck. I want a taste of that.
Bending towards her thighs, I feel a sharp tug on my short hair (which thankfully is growing back quickly) as Amelie pulls me back up towards her.
“No?”
“No,” she sighs. “I just need you in me.”
I fight to keep the frown from my face and bite my tongue to keep from saying anything stupid. Give the damn woman what she wants, before she kicks you out and gets it from Sawyer, Kalen!
“Fine. But you owe me,” I warn her. She laughs and kisses me deeply.
As I push against her entrance she gasps against my lips.
It’s been a while since we were together, and I know that she’s forgotten how big I am.
Gently, I ease myself into her, holding still every time she hisses.
When I feel her relax around me, I move again, sinking deeper.
When I’m fully buried inside her, she lets out a low groan that makes my dick twitch. She inhales sharply in response.
“Ready?” I whisper. She simply nods, eyes closed.
I kiss her and withdraw, slowly sinking back in.
Her muscles clamp down around me, making it difficult for me to move, but I fight against them until she relaxes around me.
It’s still a deliciously tight fit, but I no longer feel like she’s trying to snap my dick in half.
My movements are slow and steady, I want her to know that I plan to make up for my assholeishness everyday that she lets me. Her soft moans do nothing for my resolve though.
“For. Fuck’s. Sake. Kalen!” she grinds out from between gritted teeth. “Faster.”
I decide – idiot that I am – to ignore her and continue at my own pace, but she pushes me off her with a growl. My jaw drops as she gets up and turns away from me. Climbing onto all fours, she looks back at me over her shoulder and slowly bites her bottom lip. Fuck.
“Amelie—”
“Like this, Kalen, or you can leave.”
Harsh. But I don’t need telling twice. Reaching out, I grab Amelie’s hips and line myself up at her entrance.
I’m not the biggest guy, cock aside, but she feels tiny beneath my hold.
I grit my teeth. I don’t make a habit of fucking girls in this position.
Despite my dickish nature, I try to be a considerate lover and I know that with my size, this position wouldn’t be pleasurable for most.
Before she can complain again, or worse, kick me out, I slowly ease into her. A hiss of air leaves me at the impossibly tight feeling of being fully buried inside of her. Amelie doesn’t utter a word. Slowly, I withdraw and pump into her steadily a couple of times. Nothing. She doesn’t respond.
“You okay?” I check.
“Yeah,” she whispers.
“Want me to stop?”
“I’ll fucking kill you if you do.”
I chuckle and my movement causes her to groan.
Holding still, I reach round to caress her clit, gently teasing in circles with a feather-light touch until she’s pushing back against me and begging me to stop.
Slowly, still touching her, I begin to move.
She feels amazing beneath me, better than ever, and it takes every ounce of self-control to keep from blowing inside of her.
As I draw her orgasm closer, she starts to buck against me, begging me to fuck her properly. I can’t resist. Returning my hands to her hips, I start to increase my speed. Amelie goes wild, bouncing on my dick and begging for more. Fuck. I don’t think I can take much more of this.
“Harder, Kalen!” she cries and I know I’m fucking done.
I let her have it, pummelling into her without restraint, bruising her skin with the force of my grip.
Leaning forward I sink my teeth into her shoulder and she screams, milking my dick with the force of her orgasm, the tight walls of her pussy triggering my own release. Fuck.
Panting, we collapse into a pile in the bed and I carefully pull out. I don’t miss the way she winces.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, worried.
“Yeah.”
“Shit! I’m so—”
“It was so good. What time is it?” she asks sleepily.
“Early. Sleep,” I tell her as she curls into my arms. Placing a kiss on her head, I tell her I will wake her in time for school.
Within minutes light snores fill the room.
I lie awake. I know if I go back to sleep now I won’t be able to function today.
Instead, I watch her while she sleeps, excited that we will be able to move forward.
I owe it to my brothers to ask her to hear them out too.
After a few hours of staring at her like a creeper, my phone buzzes from the bedside table. Being careful not to wake Amelie, I lean over and see it’s Onyx calling. What would he need a six thirty in the damn morning?
“What?” I snap.
“So, I guess she forgave you.” He sounds salty as fuck. I smile and look towards one of the cameras he installed and wink at him.
“You jealous, O?”
He grunts in reply.
“I just checked my email and it looks like Grandfather is flying in today. He wants us all at HQ at 16:00 hours.”
Now it’s my turn to groan. Don’t get me wrong, my grandfather can charm the pants off people, but he is a stickler when it comes to The Order.
He runs a tight ship, and Dad has said he has been pushing for Amelie to initiate.
My brothers and I have been doing what we can to stop it from happening so soon, but with his arrival, we now know that is never going to happen.
Our best chance is to prolong it until we can get her some proper training.
She has next to no survival skills if they pull a drill.
She may be improving her speed by running with Onyx, but she is still slow.
The only thing that works in her favour is her quick thinking and the street smarts she picked up in Australia.
But that won’t be enough. And even if she does make it, what will those fucks make her do to prove her loyalty?
The whole organisation runs on a delicate balance of corruption and honesty, the whole point of this school is to hand pick the assholes who will do whatever it takes.
The Elite campus deals more with the honesty side of things, though I use that term very loosely.
Onyx coughs, and I realise he is waiting for some sort of reply. “Fine, I’ll be there,” I say after a beat “He’ll be in a better mood when I turn up.” The call ends abruptly; Onyx isn’t one for pleasantries.
Grandfather still doesn’t treat my brothers like my father's sons. I’m his legacy, as he likes to remind me every time we see each other.
I need to make him proud. He wanted me at that bullshit Elite Academy, to rub shoulders and make connections with the next leaders of the world.
He was not impressed when I landed myself here.
My aunt has daughters at the Elite school, but we avoid them at all costs. We may live close by, but Christmas is the only time of year we see them.
Grandfather is a misogynistic ass and doesn’t believe women have a place in The Order.
Dad has refused to explain why they need Amelie.
My brothers and I have some theories, but no concrete ideas.
So I have to put on my big boy pants and seek out my grandfather to see if he wants to give me any insight.
“Morning,” I say when Amelie opens her eyes.
“What are you still doing here?” She sighs rolling out of my arms.
“I thought we should talk.”
“So talk. Everyone has so many damn words to say.” She groans and throws on her school uniform without showering; internally I’m jumping for joy that she will smell like sex all day. My sex. The thought makes me puff up like a peacock.
“The problem is, I always have something to say and now I need to know what to say to make things better between us...and I don’t have the words. I’ve spent years following orders, but I’m done. I choose you.”
She turns to look at me, deciding my fate.
“I need you to not hate me.”
“I don’t hate you, Kalen, that's the problem. Your silence killed me. How can I be with someone who I can’t trust to protect me?”
“I promise to show you from now on that I can be that guy.”
She doesn’t reply, she just continues getting herself ready.
“Could you possibly talk to the twins? Hear them out...”
“Get out,” she snaps. “You’re doing it again, already! Putting their needs first.”
“That's not…” I trail off because she’s right: once again I am worried about her forgiving the twins, rather than just being glad for the evening we had together.
“Just leave before you ruin our entire night together.”