Chapter Eleven #2
“What? I’m enjoying myself. It’s nice that I don’t have to rush. It’s not freezing, we’re not drunk, we’re not pissed at each other, I don’t have to share you… I want to do this right.”
He returns to kissing me, his hands softly stroking everywhere my skin is bare.
It’s still hot here, even at night in Queensland, so I was only sleeping in a crop top and shorts.
It allows Kalen plenty of places to roam.
His touch is so light it’s like skimming velvet.
He barely makes contact but it still awakens every nerve ending in my body.
It feels like it’s been so long since I was touched. Sure, Kalen and I had our thank god Onyx isn’t dead fuck, but we didn’t really connect. Not like this. This is...so much more.
I squirm under him, needing and wanting more, but he doesn’t take a hint. In all honesty, I love what he’s doing, I’m just being an impatient greedy bitch.
“Kalen,” I complain. He grins at me, sliding his hands under my arms to pull me into a sitting position.
From there he spreads a blanket out behind me and peels my shirt over my head, discarding it god knows where.
With a gentle shove to my shoulders I’m falling back onto the soft blanket but not before I tangle my fingers in Kalen’s hair and bring him down with me.
A giggle escapes me and Kalen gives me a one-sided smile which makes my heart flip.
He looks so carefree and boyish. It’s definitely been too long.
He feathers kisses along my jaw, neck and collarbone, and down onto my bare breasts, all the while I have my fingers tangled in his hair. Thank goodness it’s grown back.
“I love your hair. Please don’t cut it again.”
“I didn’t by choice,” he murmurs.
I want to ask him what he means but he distracts me by taking my nipple into his mouth and gently rolling it between his teeth. The only thing I’m capable of doing is gasping in surprise. Clutching his head tighter to me, I arch up to him, silently begging for more.
He doesn’t give me what I crave though, releasing my now hardened bud with a pop and returning to his teasing caresses.
He moves south, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down.
Maddeningly, he completely ignores my sex, moving to my ankles and slowly running his tongue up the inside of my leg.
My breath catches in anticipation, but he lets me down again.
A frustrated growl escapes me, and I feel rather than see him smile against my skin as he repeats the process on the other leg. I’m contemplating trapping his head between my thighs until he gives me what I want, but for some crazy reason I let him continue driving me wild.
Eventually, when I’m a writhing mess under him, he gets the hint.
“Fuck, you’re so tight sis.”
“Not...your...damn...sister!” I pant out as he slowly slides one, two, three fingers into me and steals my ability to function.
“Mmmmhmmm, why are you so wet then if you don’t love me calling you that?”
“Dick.”
“Monster cock baby, monster cock.”
“Gimme,” is all I can manage.
“Patience.”
He continues to pump his fingers into me at an agonisingly slow pace, but I feel so full and stretched that I don’t mind. It doesn’t take long for my muscles to tighten and my legs to begin that tell-tale tremble that indicates how close to losing control I really am.
“Kalen, please.”
“I don’t think I’m gonna let you come.”
“What!? No! Why?!”
“Maybe if you ask nicely.”
“Kalen, please! Please let me come.”
“Brother.”
“What?”
“Call me brother and I’ll let you come.”
“Noooooo,” I groan, throwing my arm over my eyes. I’m so close. This can’t be happening.
He cackles wickedly and circles my clit with his tongue, eliciting a helpless whimper from me.
“Kalen…”
“No can do sis.”
I groan again, my cheeks on fire. I can’t. But...I need to come. And there’s no one around to hear me, right? I can deny it later if Kalen ever mentions it again.
“Tick tock, sis. My hand’s getting tired, I might have to stop—”
“Don’t you dare!” I snap. He sniggers. Absolute bastard.
“Please, let me come…brother,” I add in the tiniest voice that’s barely above a whisper.
“Fuck yeah, you almost make me come in my pants when you say that!” Kalen crows. I keep my hands over my face, mortified beyond all belief and convinced I’ll never be able to look him or Aadi, my actual brother, in the eye ever again.
“I hate you,” I groan.
But it doesn’t matter, because it does the trick. Kalen speeds up, his fingers keeping time with his tongue which finally, finally makes contact with my clit. With a muffled shout, I clamp down around him and earn my release. Holy fuck.
Kalen grins at me, my juices glistening on his face, and moves back up my body.
I don’t even care when he kisses me and I taste myself on his tongue.
It’s fucking hot and I taste good. I kiss him deeper, desperate for more, and this time he groans into my mouth while pressing his huge cock against my opening.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone come so hard.”
“Maybe you can rectify that. Fuck me, Kalen.”
Thankfully, I don’t have to ask twice. Kalen’s right, I’m fucking soaked. So thanks to that and his three finger ministrations, he slides in easily. I still feel uncomfortably full though.
As he starts to move his hips, oh so slowly, all thoughts of discomfort flee my mind.
He kisses me deeply and drags his body along mine in a way which creates delicious friction against my already sensitive skin.
I lose myself in him for a moment but when I realise that he has no plans to change tempo, I break away from our kiss.
“Kalen,” I complain on another whine. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Fucking you.”
“This isn’t fucking.”
“I’m making sw—”
“I swear to god if you even dream of finishing that sentence, I’ll snap your dick off!”
“I can’t really do more. It’s too...squidgy,” he replies. I smirk at him.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s late. And it happens to everyone,” I tease.
“The bouncy castle, moron. I can’t get a grip. It’s frustrating as fuck.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Whose stupid idea was this anyway? You should have just let me come into your room.”
“With my family right next door?”
“You could have been quiet.”
“Fat chance. Although if I knew you were going to fuck me like a soggy sponge I could have risked it.”
“Right, that’s it,” he snaps, withdrawing and moving away from me. I instantly feel bereft. “Get up.”
He tugs my hand to pull me up, then flips me over so that I’m on all fours. Ah fuck. I barely survived this position with him last time.
A loud crack rings out as he lands a stinging blow to my right ass cheek and I yelp in surprise. That was most definitely unexpected. Before I can yell at him for it though, he’s gripping my hips and slamming into me with such force I’m almost knocked over.
“Fuck!” I hiss as I push back against him and eagerly meet his thrusts. “Damn, that feels good.”
“You feel damn good,” Kalen pants out as he finally manages to build some momentum, falling into a bruising, punishing rhythm.
Like this, it doesn’t take long at all for me to tumble over the edge again, clamping down around him and triggering his orgasm with my own.
I collapse forward onto the jumping castle, not caring that the blanket has got all rucked up.
Kalen follows, covering my body as he tries to catch his breath.
“Get off me, you great lump,” I complain.
“I was pretty great, wasn’t I?” I can hear the smugness in his tone without even needing to see his annoying face.
“Ugh. You’re so…” Nope. I have no words.
“Wow fucked speechless. I am good!”
I huff but it turns into a wince as he withdraws and I’m left feeling so empty.
Kalen presses something against me, and when I glance over my shoulder I see it’s his shirt.
Which is really sweet, but I can’t exactly put that in the wash for Chelsea to clean up.
And I don’t particularly want it hanging around in his suitcase until we go home. Damn.
“We should head back inside,” Kalen tells me. I don’t want to make his big head even bigger but there’s no way I can move just yet. My bones have liquefied. I’m jelly.
“Umm, yeah. Should probably sneak in separately though. You go ahead and I’ll follow in a few.”
“You sure? Here’s your clothes.” He hands them to me as I flip onto my back and just about manage to sit up. I catch them and thank him, slowly pulling them on and passing him back his shirt.
“So...I’ll see you in the morning then?” Kalen asks awkwardly.
“Yeah.” I bite my lip. Why does this feel so weird? What do I say? Kalen sighs.
“I wish I could sleep in your bed with you.”
I nod at him.
He grabs the blankets and with one last indecipherable look at me, disappears back towards the house. I locate my phone and check the time, deciding to wait five minutes. I can grab that drink from the kitchen on the way back in.
When my time’s up, I hurry through the garden to the house, stopping for a glass of water before moving upstairs. The house is quiet and I breathe a sigh of relief as I slip back into my bed, undetected.
I’m just relaxing back, melting into my mattress, when my bedroom door opens and my heart flies into my throat.
“I had to say goodnight properly,” Kalen whispers, rushing across the room to kiss me deeply. “I love you, Amelie.”
I blink and he’s gone as fast as he appeared, the warmth on my lips the only evidence I didn’t just dream his fleeting visit. A small smile plays on my face as I think about Kalen’s call. I started the night frustrated with him for waking me up. But it was totally worth it.