Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
KAYLEE
Now. I'm going to go to his bed and strip now.
Why does that set me on fire?
I'm hot everywhere.
Every part of me is desperate to strip in Brendon's room. To wait for him. To be on display for him.
It's scary how much I want to follow his orders.
But it's too exhilarating for me to care.
I make my way up the stairs, down the hall, into his room.
It's quiet. Empty. Just that big four-poster bed, the dresser, the desk in the corner.
I undo my zipper, step out of my dress, and sit on the bed.
My reflection is there, staring back at me from the mirror opposite his bed. I never thought about its placement, but now it makes perfect sense.
It's so he can watch.
So I can watch.
I stare back at reflection Kaylee. Her eyes are on fire. Her knees are pressed together. Her chipped nails are sinking into her thighs.
All of her—all of me is already begging for release.
I bite my tongue. My bottom lip. My index finger.
Nothing takes the edge off.
I need him here.
Touching me.
Kissing me.
Fucking me.
Now.
I cross my legs. Uncross them. Press them together. Pry them apart.
It only amplifies the ache between them.
I can't wait any longer.
I'm going to burst if I don't get him now.
There are footsteps downstairs. They're far away. They stay far away for too long.
Then they move closer.
Up the stairs.
Down the hall.
He pulls the door open and shuts it behind him.
It's just us, alone in here, the rest of the world far away.
It's just me and Brendon alone in his bedroom.
About to have sex.
Fuck, it's hot in here. I'm so wracked with desire I can barely move.
"Good girl." His voice is heavy with approval.
It makes my sex clench.
He moves toward me. "Stand up."
I do.
"Turn around."
It's strange, spinning on my heels, but I like everything about the heat of his gaze.
He runs his fingers over the waistband of my panties. "Fucking beautiful, angel."
My breath catches in my throat.
"Look at me."
I turn back to him. I study every inch of him. The intensity in his dark eyes. The short, dark hair. Perfect for my hands. Perfect for pulling when his face is between my legs.
Where the hell did that come from?
Some dirty version of me is taking over.
One who demands what she wants.
One without nerves or hang-ups.
"Take off your bra," he commands.
I hesitate. But I need more of that look in his eyes—the one that says the sight of me sets him on fire.
I reach behind my back to unhook my bra then let it fall off my shoulders.
I'm topless for him.
On display for him.
He drinks me in like I'm cool water and he's a desert traveler. He savors every inch of me. Then his gaze fixes on my chest.
"Fuck, Kay. You have no idea how much I want those nipples in my mouth."
"Why don't you?"
"This first." He drags his hand over my side. His touch is soft. Slow. With utmost control.
He cups my breast with his hand. His thumb stops just short of my nipple.
It's a tease.
A delicious, agonizing tease.
He draws circles with his thumb, so, so close to where it needs to be. He does it until I'm panting. Until I'm clutching at his t-shirt.
Then he moves to my other breast and does it again.
Again.
Again.
"Brendon," I breathe. "Please."
"Take off your panties."
I slide them off my hips. Kick them from my ankles.
He drags his hand down my side, over my hip. "Turn around."
This time, I don't hesitate.
"Touch the ground."
My... Uh...
"Now."
I must be going out of my mind. Because I'm not stopping him. I'm not saying what's wrong with you?
There isn't a single part of me that objects.
I want to be on display for him.
This on display for him.
I roll from my hips as slowly as I can.
There.
My fingers skim the hardwood.
Then it's my palms.
Thank God for my exercise routine. I can hold this position for as long as I need to.
He moves closer. So his crotch is against mine. So I can feel his hard-on against my sex.
He's hard from the sight of me.
Fuck, it's thrilling.
Intoxicating.
Those damn jeans are in the way, but still, that's Brendon pressed against me.
Almost mine.
God, I need him to be mine.
This is the kind of pure, overwhelming desire I've been missing the last year.
It hurts.
But in the best possible way.
He brings his hands to my waist and peels my torso up. Until it's pressed against his, my back against his chest, my ass against his crotch, my head against his chin.
He holds me in place with one hand.
Runs the other up and down my side. My hip. My ass. My chest.
This time, his thumb brushes my nipple.
Fuck, that feels good.
I let out a groan.
Another.
Another.
He toys with me like I'm made for him. Then it's his index finger. Middle. Ring. Pinkie.
He moves to my other breast and does the same.
He shifts his hips so his cock grinds against my ass.
He was right.
I do feel like I'm his.
And I trust him to lead me anywhere.
It's scary how much I trust him with my body. But I feel too good to care.
He drags his lips over my neck as he toys with my nipples.
He toys and toys and toys.
Fuck, my sex is aching.
"Please," I breathe.
"You'll come when I say you come."
The demanding tone makes my sex clench.
God, he's so sexy in control.
I want it. All of it.
He rocks his hips against me, his cock against the flesh of my ass.
Those jeans are in the way.
There's too much in the way.
He teases and teases and teases.
I'm panting when he pulls his arm to his side.
"On the bed," he growls. "On your back. Now."
I sit on the bed. My eyes lock with his as I slide up it. Then they lose his as I lower myself onto my back.
"Fuck, Kay." He places his body between my legs. Drags his fingertips over my calf, up my inner thigh. "You have no fucking idea how badly I want to taste your cunt."
My breath catches in my throat.
His fingers dig into my inner thighs. One. Then the other.
He pins my legs to the bed.
Leans down to drag his lips over the inside of my knee.
Up my thigh.
Almost.
Almost.
Almost—
I gasp as his lips brush my clit. Fuck, that's intense.
My hands reach for something. The sheets.
His hair.
But he grabs my wrist.
Pins my arm to the bed.
Fuck. The pressure of his palm against my wrist—
The way he's holding me down—
It pushes me to the edge.
He teases me again.
Another soft brush of his lips.
Another tease.
Another.
Another.
Then he's moving over every inch of me. Feather light. It sets my nerves on fire. It has every part of me awake and alive. Alive in a way I haven't been in a very, very long time.
I reach for him with my free hand.
He reacts instantly. Grabs my wrist. "Do that again and I'll have to tie you up."
Mmm.
Yes.
Please.
I bring both hands to his head. Tug at his hair.
He looks up at me with his eyes on fire. He's assessing me. Figuring something out.
But what?
I don't know.
He nods. "Hands over your head."
Slowly, he shifts off my body. He reaches into the bedside drawer. Pulls something out. A pair of padded black handcuffs.
My breath catches in my throat.
It's so fucking hot, Brendon holding handcuffs.
He slides them over my wrists then pulls, then slides two fingers under the right cuff. Pulls them tight.
Does the same with the left.
I shift my wrists, testing the restraints. They're not tight enough to hurt, but they're tight enough to keep me bound.
I can still move my arms.
But...
He moves to the foot of the bed. Stares down at me. "Those stay over your head. Understand?"
"Or?"
"Or I stop."
No... anything but that.
I nod. I understand. And, God, I want it too.
I want all of him.
He climbs back onto the bed.
Places himself between my legs.
Slowly, he drags his lips up my inner thigh, over my sex, down my other leg to the inside of my knee.
He traces his path. Again. Again.
Again.
He gets harder.
Harder.
Fuck, I'm aching.
I need him.
I need to come.
I need everything.
He nips at my inner thigh. So, so close to where he needs to be.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Fuck—
His tongue flicks against my clit.
It's soft.
Slow.
My body floods with pleasure as he laps at me.
I let his name fall off my lips.
I buck against his mouth.
More. I need more.
He plants one palm against my hip bone, holding me in place.
And he licks me harder. Faster.
Fuck, that soft, wet tongue—
All that pressure in my sex winds and winds.
Tighter and tighter.
And tighter.
And—
There.
Everything releases.
I see white.
Nothing but bliss.
My sex pulses as pleasure spreads through my torso.
But he...
He's not stopping.
"Brendon."
He groans against me.
Like he can't get enough.
My hips fight his hands.
My thighs too.
But he's stronger than I am.
I'm stuck in place.
The thought tightens everything inside me. I'm at his mercy. And—
Fuck.
The tension knots.
Again.
Again.
Again.
With the next flick of his tongue, I go over the edge. I groan his name as I come. I shake through my orgasm, soaking up every bit of pleasure.
He drags his lips over my inner thigh.
He places a kiss on my pelvis. My stomach. My breastbone.
I tug at his t-shirt.
He pins my wrists to the bed. Straddles me. Stares down at me with that intense, demanding look in his eyes. "Keep your hands over your head."
I nod.
Fuck, the weight of him—
He tosses his t-shirt aside. Reaches around his back to pull something from his pocket.
A condom.
He tosses it on the bed next to him.
Slides off me for long enough to shimmy out of his jeans. Then the boxers.
Fuck, that's...
That's Brendon naked.
He's...
Fuck.
His fingers curl around my wrist. He takes my hand and brings my arms over my body.
Brings my hand to his cock.
Slowly, I wrap my fingers around him.
His skin is soft but he's so hard.
And that's...
The thought keeps screaming in my head.
That's Brendon.
He's in my hand.
He's lying next to me.
He's kissing me, claiming my mouth with his tongue.
He tastes like me.
Brendon tastes like me. It's wonderful and thrilling and absurd.
His hand stays on my wrist. He guides my movements as I stroke him.
Then he's groaning against my lips.
Tugging at my hair.
He tears the wrapper and rolls the condom over his cock.
He pushes my arms over my head and holds them against the bed.
His knees push my thighs apart.
Then he's lowering his body onto mine.
His eyes stay glued to mine as his cock nudges against my sex.
With one swift motion, he thrusts inside me.
Fuck. That's intense. It doesn't hurt, not exactly. It's more like a lot of pressure. Almost too much to take.
"Fuck." I need more. All of him. Even if it hurts.
He's slow about moving inside me. It's a tiny movement. But it still feels intense.
I hold his gaze as he moves faster. Harder. Until I'm getting the full force of him. Until it feels more good than uncomfortable.
Until pleasure is knotting in my core.
"Fuck, Kay." He leans down to press his lips to mine.
He claims my tongue as he claims my sex.
It screams through my head. That's Brendon inside you.
That's Brendon.
That's—
Fuck.
It hurts but it feels good too.
He feels good.
And mine.
It's like the universe is just the two of us.
Like we really are one.
I rock my hips to move with him.
I suck on his lip.
Groan against his mouth.
I soak up every inch of him. Every groan. Every thrust. Every bit of pressure.
He moves harder.
I wrap my legs around his waist.
It's too intense.
I have to pull back.
To groan his name as I go over the edge.
That last bit of discomfort fades.
So the only thing in my body is pleasure.
So much I can barely take it.
He thrusts through my orgasm.
Then he's wrapping his arms around me, moving harder, faster.
"Fuck, Kay." He groans against my neck as he comes.
I can feel it in the way he's pulsing inside me.
It's strange and wonderful and everything.
He's everything.
He's mine.
Right now, he's all mine.