19. Kayden
KAYDEN
I rest Maddy on the sofa and she opens her eyes.
Slowly catching up with the fact that she passed out and I brought her home.
“Want some water?” I ask, taking off my jacket and tossing it on a corner of the sofa.
“Yes, please,” she says. Sleepy eyes, straightening in her seat.
“I’m sorry about the bar,” she murmurs when I hand her the glass. She takes a diminutive sip. “I know I overdid it. Got too drunk.” Her words still slur, but she’s trying. “I’m sorry for bothering you. You probably had things to do.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
My life is a series of tasks. It will always be. But for Maddy, I’ll come running.
“Do you need anything else? A midnight snack?” I pause. “I’d offer to start you a warm bath, but we don’t have one. And I’d suggest helping you shower, but I’m afraid that’s crossing a line.” I click my tongue. “Unless you want me to.”
She looks up from her glass of water, my words stopping her midway through a sip. Her messy hair is delightful in this lighting. So raw and exposed. Her cheeks round and tainted with a brush of pink.
No witty comeback. No telling me to shut up despite my teasing.
Madelyn finishes her water and rests the glass on the floor beside her. She brings her feet up and hugs her legs.
“Come here.” It’s so soft, I almost don’t hear it. She pats the empty space next to her on the sofa.
Her eyes are glassy and inviting, seizing on me.
I’m hypnotized by her words, doing as she says.
“Can I ask you something?”
I straighten next to her. “You don’t need to ask if you can ask something, Madelyn. Just ask me.”
She licks her lips, wetting her bottom one with her tongue ever so slowly.
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
I scoff, running a hand through my dark locks. “Are you implying I’m never nice to you?”
“Well…” She pauses, and with every second she delays her answer, my heart sinks. “You used to be such an asshole to me in high school, and then in college.” She pauses again. “And up until today, you had your moments. Excuse me for finding it weird.”
I cackle, her words making perfect sense to me. “Ouch. Thanks.”
What can I say? I completely intended on being an asshole all the way through. I was ready to get my revenge on her, if only that psycho hadn’t walked into our lives and forced me to switch to bodyguard mode.
She lets her soft lips contort into a curve and leans forward, stretching her hand to press her soft fingers to my cheek. “No offense.” Pause. “Maybe, I like it.”
“You like me being an asshole to you or being nice?”
“Both.”
“Okay.” I smirk. “I did make you come hard even when I was an asshole to you. I can see the appeal of that.”
“That’s not…” She lowers her hand from my face and her cheeks flush.
I know she’s thinking about that time in college when I lost control and showed her how a grown man eats over the hood of my car. Personally, I think about it a lot, too.
“It isn’t so much about you being an asshole or being nice,” she says. “But rather you…paying attention to me. Focusing on me. Making me the center.”
“Maddy…” I think cautiously about the words I should and shouldn’t say.
She’s drunk. I don’t know if she’ll remember this in the morning. Am I really doing this?
“You shouldn’t put up with someone being an asshole, even if it means they pay attention to you. I…had issues. Still do. And you shouldn’t settle for it. I swear, I won’t put you in a position where you’re uncomfortable ever again. Okay?”
I don’t want Maddy to sell herself short, looking for someone’s attention. Even if that someone is me.
If she wants me, all she needs to do is ask. I’ll worship the ground she’s on.
But I won’t say it. There’s no point.
“I don’t want to lose you, Kayden.”
Her words startle me, chilling me to my core. She turns away, not wanting to face me.
My heart is about to fucking explode. Because Madelyn just admitted she cares about me, that she doesn’t want to lose me.
“You won’t,” I say.
You’re mine, even if I can’t have you.
The silence wraps around us like a warm blanket. A silence of understanding, of secrets. As if both of us want to say something more, do something more, but knowing we can’t.
“Thank you for coming to my rescue tonight.”
“My pleasure.” I had no choice. “Just don’t make this a habit. Or invite me, and I’ll come with you.”
“That defeats the whole purpose.”
“Of what?”
“Of having fun.”
“Hey.” I nudge her. “I can be fun!”
“And forget me getting laid.” She sticks her tongue out at me, and she’s back to the feisty, playful Madelyn that infuriates me so much. “You think guys will be jumping at me if they see my older brother with me?”
My chest tightens.
We don’t need them, Little Demon, the dark side of me says. You don’t need anyone else but me.
My mind’s plagued with the entry of her diary. The dirty things she wants to have done to her.
I rest my palms between my separated legs, a poor attempt at covering my hard-on.
She licks her lips, and I tense up, sweat trailing down my abs, under my shirt.
“I wish you weren’t my brother.”
I part my lips. Did she just say that?
“Well…technically, I’m not,” I say. It’s the plain truth. The one we don’t wanna see. Too worried about appearances. “Not biologically. Our parents are just married.”
“It still feels wrong.”
“What feels wrong?”
“Doing this…”
She stands up on a corner, unhooking the straps of her overall dress and letting it fall to the floor. Then, rolling up the long-sleeved shirt she’s wearing over her head and throwing it on the floor.
God, she’s giving me a show and gnawing at her lip.
My breath hitches.
“What are you doing?”
I should turn into a beast, devour her, yet, I’m frozen. Years of anticipation building up inside me, and I can’t move. I’ve been fucking waiting for this to happen.
She’s wearing a white lacy bra, her tits sitting perfectly tight in it.
She presses her thumbs onto the waistband of her pale pantyhose and pulls them down too, tossing them over the pile of clothes. Her pink panties with a little red heart in the middle welcome me.
“I’m taking what I want,” she says. She doesn’t give me enough time to appreciate the view. Madelyn goes down on her knees and crawls to me—painfully slow—stopping between my legs.
She presses both palms to my knees, before pulling my hands away and uncovering my bulge.
“I knew it.” She licks her lips.
My little demon lifts herself up and sits on my left leg as if she’s riding a horse.
She grabs my face with one hand, forcing my eyes on hers as she starts moving back and forth on my leg.
“Madelyn…” I groan. The friction of her actions, the thought and understanding of what she’s doing, her center rubbing against me…I can’t—“We shouldn’t do this.”
She leans forward, pulls the collar of my shirt towards her, and whispers in my ear, “It’s okay, Kayden. No one has to know.”
And I’m gone.
I was trying to do the right thing, be the good guy for once. Not take advantage of the situation.
She’s drunk, she doesn’t mean any of this. Tomorrow, I’ll be nothing but a ghost. But, Madelyn is riding my leg, and fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
The tightness in my pants grows.
We don’t kiss. We don’t even touch. Well, technically, my leg is touching her. But the intensity of the moment, as she slides back and forth along my thigh, and doesn’t break eye contact, is brutal.
My heart is racing.
The fabric of my slacks is soaked, wet from Maddy’s fluids, running down her inner thighs, through her underwear.
“Fuck.” I groan, pressing my hands to the small of her back and dragging her to me.
Little moans fall from her mouth, music to my ears.
I’m feeling every single thing she’s feeling as she arches her back, tilting her head back now, and closing her eyes. “Hmmm.” My little demon gifts me little moans.
I wrap my hands around her neck, forcing her to straighten her head, open her eyes.
“Eyes on me, Madelyn.”
The beast in me comes out, asking for dominance, to watch how he makes my little demon fall apart under them.
Pre-cum leaks out of my head with every grind of her pussy on me, and I’m not even touching myself.
The need is so damn big. I want to push my hand into my pants, take my cock out, and ram it into Maddy’s needy cunt.
I bet it would feel so good. So fulfilling. So tight.
“Oh, yes.” Her words startle me. “More. Kayden, please. Press harder.”
I realize that it’s my hand she craves on her neck, that it’s giving her that edge she needs, as she keeps rubbing herself on me, and stretches her arm to wrap it around my palm, tightening my grip on her.
Kinky little sinner. She’s a little freak.
She’s riding me like a cowboy, and I’m cutting off her airway, and she’s about to fucking come on my thigh.
“Little freak,” I murmur. “You like this?”
I press. Her mouth makes a gagging sound.
Her eyes are half-closed, yet she nods, full of lust.
“Good. Now ride my fucking thigh like a good girl.”
My words do something to her. She slides forward and heightens her pace, slamming herself back and forth against me. Non-stop torture as my cock grows bigger and bigger.
I’m burning, and fucking turned on from watching her fucking herself against me.
The blood in my dick is pulsating throughout my body.
“Come for me, Madelyn. I want you to soak my thigh.” My breath’s ragged. “I’m fucking yours to use. So, use me.”
Her eyes are still on mine, and they widen as I say those words, stopping the time between us.
I never want this to end. I never want to let her go. I want to strap her to my thigh.
She resumes the stroking, going back and forth as little oh’s form in her mouth.
Watching her get off on me is such a satisfying feeling. I never thought I’d enjoy it as much as I am.
I am not a giver by any means. I don’t thrive on anyone’s satisfaction but my own. But, with my little demon, it’s always the same. I want to see her break apart. I want to be the reason she’s lost in ecstasy.
Fuck, I want to taste her so bad.
“Oh, my God. I’m coming.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
“Kayden.”
Her voice saying my name does it for me, and an explosion erupts in my pants.
My own orgasm reaches me within seconds of Madelyn trembling over my thigh and releasing herself on me.
Fuck. Did I just come in my pants?
And she didn’t even touch me. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life, too.
Oh, heck. I guess there’s a new saying. Save a horse, ride my fucking thigh all you want, Little Demon.
Anytime you want.
I move her off my thigh and sit her on the sofa, and she lets me. Her face is a riddle of emotions with every little breath she takes, her body still shaking.
“Are you okay there?”
Madelyn purses her lips, her cheeks still flirting with me in that shade of pretty in pink. “That was…” A puff of breath. “So damn good.”
I cackle, press my hand against my covered dick. “Fuck, yeah.”
She tilts her head, looking at me, carefully inspecting me. “Did you—” She points at my pants.
I clear my throat and straighten in my seat. “No comment.”
“Oh, my God.” She giggles, finally recovering from the state of oblivion. “You did!”
“I’m not saying I did. And I’m not saying I didn’t either.”
She scoots over to me and gnaws at her bottom lip. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s going to get a change of clothes. I hope it was worth it.”
“Let’s just say you’re welcome to ride my other thigh anytime, Little Demon. Just say the word.”
I can’t keep my eyes off Maddy. She stands in front of me now, in nothing but artificial light and unmatching underwear, and she’s still the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen.
Maybe us, together now, isn’t such a sin. It feels good. Fuck, it feels incredible.
We’re adults. We don’t even live with our parents anymore. There’s no point in resisting it.
I truly don’t think I’ll ever get over Madelyn. There’s no one else for me.
If I knew that getting her drunk would get her with me…I would have bought her a drink ages ago.
Except I did know. I knew, and I still held myself. Because the reasonable part of me knows that I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m no good for her. And I never will be.