Chapter 9 #2
Confusion fills her face then she nods. “Yes but, it’s just–” She doesn’t even have the chance to finish her sentence because in one swift move, I slip my hand from behind her head and grab the scooping neckline in both hands and tear it straight down the middle.
Immediately her full breasts spill from their confines, nipples taut and tight from the cold air.
“Kincaid!” She gasps, “my.. oh..”
The moment my mouth seals around her pierced nipple, she moans heavily, back arching; desperate for more.
I swirl my tongue in teasing circles, flicking the metal barbell as my other hand grips her other breast. With every swirl of my tongue, I give her other nipple the same attention with my thumb, teasing the stiff bud until she’s crying for release.
“Kin, pl.. please.” Brynne stutters over her words and I look up at her, watching in awe as she rolls the back of her head against the car, fingers glued to the paintwork.
I give her nipple a sharp bite, causing her to yelp, then I release it from my mouth and stand to my full height with her legs still firmly locked around my waist.
My hands roam over her thighs, kneading the thick flesh as I stare down at her. She’s a beautiful fucking mess, lipstick smeared, hair wild and free, bite marks dotted over her ivory skin.
And she’s all fucking mine.
Erratic breaths cause her chest to rise and fall, and I can’t stop staring at her. Even if there was a gun pointed to my head, I’d never be able to tear my eyes away from such a beautiful creature.
“You’re.. so,” I start, my words tangled as I slowly push the dress up her thighs.
“I’m so what?” She whispers, her brows furrowed.
“So.. fucking beautiful. So, fucking perfect that it hurts.” I say truthfully. “I thought I’d seen beauty before, in the morning sunrise, the snow on crooked mountains but you.. you’re nothing like I’ve ever seen before.”
I have no idea what’s happening right now but I can’t stop the words from spilling out of my mouth, and with the way Brynne is looking up at me right now, like she’s hearing these words for the first time is enough to bring me to my knees.
“I.. I don’t know what to say..” She mutters with glassy eyes.
“You don’t need to say anything, love. I don’t need to hear anything except my name falling from your lips.
” I say with a deep tone as I begin to push the dress further up to reveal her bare pussy.
She trembles from a mixture of the cold and the way my rough hands part her thighs to spread her open like a five star meal.
Her breath shudders as I slowly drop to my knees. The sharp points of the gravel bite into my kneecaps but I don’t care, I could kneel on hot coals as long as she’s moaning above me.
Green eyes stay fixated on mine as I drop my mouth to the inside of her thigh, the delicate touch creates goosebumps across her flesh and I use them as a map to reach her glistening cunt.
Clear arousal like sweet nectar drips between her slit and gathers around her hole, making my mouth water.
With every kiss and bite, Brynne whimpers, her hands finding purchase in my hair.
“You make me so fucking hungry, baby.” I groan against her inner thigh, my tongue desperate for a taste. A hunger that only she can feed.
“Kin,” she whimpers through bated breaths. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.” At the sound of her sweet pleas, I run my nose up her slit, making her thighs shudder around my head.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg for me.” I mumble against her sensitive flesh then just before my tongue reaches her clit, I give the bundle of nerves a swift slap.
“Oh! F.. fuck.” She yelps at the sting then lets out a loud moan, “again.”
“Do you like pain with your pleasure, love?” I say with a teasing tone, readying my hand to spank her pussy again.
“Yes, yes.. please!”
Brynne mewls like a cat in heat, her perky breasts rising and falling in rapid movements as I drive her to the brink of insanity.
Wetness seeps from her soaked cunt and gathers in a shallow pool beneath her before running down the length of my car.
It trails like a fine water droplet on a car window.
“Beg me,” I demand. “Beg me to spank this pretty pussy.”
She rises onto her elbows, eyelids hooded and lips parted as she tries to control her breathing.
She looks down at me with her chin resting on her chest, dress torn straight down the middle.
She looks like every man’s wet fucking dream, something straight out of a Playboy magazine, and I get to be the one to keep her all for myself.
Slowly she wets her lips then wraps her legs tighter around my shoulders to the point where the sharp points of her heels dig into my back. “Please, I beg you to spank my pussy, then..”
I lean in closer. “And then?”
“I want you to eat me, like I’m the last fucking meal you’ll ever have.”
Fuck.. me.
A sinister grin spreads across my face. I lift my hand again and give her clit a sharp slap, forcing a high pitched moan to leave her lips then I dive right in to seal my lips around her clit.
I swirl and flick my tongue in quick succession whilst my fingers tease her soaking hole.
Her walls are tight and warm as I slowly begin to insert my fingers.
With every stroke of my fingers, Brynne writhes against the car, her fingers plunging into my hair as I eat her out. The touch of her nails against my scalp has me groaning against her hot flesh.
I thought I’d be stuck with the cold ones forever. Chained to live a life of solitude, all because of one person and yet Brynne is changing everything for me. The way I see things, the things that I want. She’s ripping the old me to shreds and it feels incredible.
Brynne cries in pleasure as I curl my fingers upwards, teasing and stroking her most sensitive spot. “Yes! Right.. oh, right there!”
I release my mouth for a moment. “Come for me baby, let me hear you scream my name.” I say with an urgency, and just like the good girl she is, I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers.
“Kin.. Ki.. I’m coming!” She moans through stuttered breaths, her whole body spasming as I show her the pearly gates of Heaven.
I continue dragging the orgasm out of her. “That’s it,” I coo, “you’re doing so fucking good, love. Tell me you’re my good girl.”
Shudders wrack her body. “I’m your.. good girl.
” She whimpers as she comes all over my tongue and fingers.
Sweet and sour, a taste that’s so uniquely hers that it has me seeing stars.
Softly her breathing begins to slow as she floats back down to earth and I carefully slip my fingers out.
They glisten in the front garden lights and instead of wasting the precious elixir, I rise up from the ground and lean over her.
“Taste yourself.” I demand and press my fingers to her lips.
She sticks her tongue out for a taste and just before she takes my fingers into her mouth, I press my lips to hers, sealing my cum-covered fingers in between our mouths.
The taste of her orgasm mixed with the sweat that lingers on her skin creates a head-spinning cocktail.
Together our tongues swirl against my fingers as I wrap them over the top of her bottom teeth. Heady moans and soft whimpers create a euphoric symphony between us.
I could stay here all night, tangled in a mess of limbs with Brynne but I don’t want to push her too far, too fast. I don’t want to be the kind of man that I know she fears– even though she hasn’t said it with words, she’s been hurt before.
I can see it in her eyes, in the way she puts on a stone mask, walls built from steel that are impenetrable to get past. And I should know, I’ve experienced that same hurt too.
Slowly, Brynne breaks the kiss and runs her nose up my cheek. She hums and I watch with intent as her eyelids begin to flutter closed.
“Are you tired, love?” I murmur into her hair and stroke the backs of fingers down her soft cheek.
“Mhm, I think you’ve worn me out.” A soft giggle slips out of her mouth and I feel my heart twinge at the sound.
“Let’s get you to bed shall we?” I say whilst slipping off my jacket, then I help her sit up on the car and wrap it around her shoulders.
Once she’s fully covered, I grab her bag from the ground and hand it over.
She digs inside for her keys then attempts to slide down the bonnet and fails, miserably.
The whole act causes her to laugh, her cheeks flushing red as she tries to right herself.
“I think it’s best if you don’t use those jelly legs.” I say with a smile, then I scoop her up bridal style and walk us over to the front door. With each step I feel her body growing heavy, her head swaying on my shoulder, keys loosely hanging on her finger.
Keeping her in my arms, I manage to take her keys and unlock the door. Warmth envelopes us as I carry her inside and softly close the door behind me, then I place her bag down and make my way upstairs.
Brynne snores softly, and it might be such a small thing to others but to me, it’s everything. It tells me that she feels safe, that she can let her walls down just a tad and that’s something I won’t take lightly.
Once we reach the top step it becomes a game of ‘guess the door’ because I have no idea which is her bedroom. My eyes flick between the three white doors.
Fuck it, let’s go with this one.
With Brynne in my arms, I go for the first door on the left.
The handle clicks twice as I lean down slightly to turn it.
Vanilla with a hint of sandalwood fills my senses as I enter her room.
Soft furnishings and matching furniture fill the space, creating a cosy vibe that I never expected from someone like Brynne.
She’s witty and dark with edges as sharp as blades and yet, her home is soft and warm.
Maybe that’s what she’s like on the inside.
The soles of my shoes are silent against the carpet as I walk towards the bed to lay her down.
As soon as her body hits the cloud-like comforter, she moulds into it with ease and sighs, then she turns onto her side to hug the pillow.
The vibrant red of her hair is a sharp contrast to the whites of the sheets.
A rose petal against a blanket of snow.
Before I leave, I lean down to plant a gentle kiss to her temple.
“Will.. I see you again?” She whispers in her half sleep state, her voice so quiet that I almost missed the vulnerable question. With my lips resting against her skin, I tell her, “there’s no getting rid of me now love, you’re mine.”
There’s a small smirk that tips up the corner of her lips and then she falls back into a heavy slumber. I give her one last look, making sure that she’s truly safe and then I leave.
But there’s just one more thing that I have to do.