Chapter 33 #2
"Brendon..." She sighs as her hips rock against mine. Her fingers skim my thigh. It's a soft touch, but it's enough to wake up every nerve in my body.
I pin her to the kitchen counter. "We shouldn't." But I'm already undoing her top button.
"I know." She rocks her hips, sighing as she rubs against my hard-on.
"Em just went to sleep."
"I'll be quiet. I promise."
I get to the last button. My hands find her lower back. One slides between her shoulder blades. It unclasps her bra.
She shrugs her shirt and her bra off her shoulders.
She's topless in the middle of the fucking kitchen.
That smart part of me—the one that's supposed to remind me this is a bad idea—is gone.
I'm too fucking enraptured by the sight of her.
"Fuck, Kay." I undo her ponytail and slide my fingers through her hair. My palm cups the back of her head. I pull her into a slow, deep kiss.
She groans into my mouth.
I drag my lips down her neck. Over her collarbone. Over her breast.
She groans as I take her nipple into my mouth.
Fuck, she tastes good.
I toy with her. Flicks of my tongue. The scrape of my teeth. Sucking on that tender bud.
Her groan is music, but it's way too loud.
I bring my hand to her mouth. Slide my thumb between her lips.
She sucks on the pad of my finger.
Groans against my flesh.
Fuck, that feels good.
I move to her other nipple. Toy with it until I can't stand the way she's sucking on my digit.
I drag my lips over her collarbone, up her neck, right to her ear. "Turn around and place your hands on the counter."
Her nod is trusting. Obedient.
She brushes her ass against me as she turns.
Her ass feels so fucking good against my crotch.
I hold her body against mine and explore every inch of her torso. Her tits are perfect in my hand. Soft. Responsive. Mine.
It echoes through my head.
Mine, mine, mine.
I want every inch. Every groan. Every thought in her gorgeous head.
Slowly, I slide my hand over her side.
I undo her jeans and push them to her thighs.
She sighs. Arches her back. Presses her ass against me.
Fuck, those cotton panties. Sweet. Like her.
I push them off her hips.
Slide my hand up her thigh.
Fuck, I need to be inside her.
I bring one hand to her mouth, to muffle her groans, and rub her with the other.
She shudders. Shakes. Nips at my fingertips.
But she keeps her hands on the counter.
"Good girl." I suck on her earlobe.
"Brendon," she groans into my hand.
She's wet. Ready. But I need her on the edge. I need to be the only fucking thing she wants. I need my name to be the only thought in her head.
I rub her slowly. Softly.
She rocks her ass against my crotch. Driving me out of my fucking mind with her soft flesh.
Still, I toy with her.
I rub her until she's shaking. Until her fingers are digging into the counter. Until my hand is only barely muffling her groans.
She's about to come.
This is exactly where I want her.
I pull a condom from my back pocket and push my jeans to my knees. Then the boxers.
Her bottoms are still at her knees. They're binding her legs.
"Please," she whispers. "Fuck me. Now."
"Quiet."
She nods. "I can. I will. I promise."
I bring one hand to her pelvis. Pull her body against mine.
She sighs as my cock presses against her ass.
Fuck, that feels good.
Her flesh against mine.
Nothing in the way. I need that. Soon.
But right now—
I bring the foil packet to my teeth and tear it open.
Slowly, I roll the condom over my cock.
Then I place one hand over her mouth and the other on her hip.
She leans forward, arching her back, presenting herself to me.
I'm about to fuck Kay in the fucking kitchen.
And there isn't a single voice in my head telling me it's a bad idea.
She wakes up a reckless part of me.
A happy part of me.
I slide a finger into her mouth. She sucks. Greedy. Eager.
My tip strains against her.
Slowly, I slide inside her.
Fuck, she feels good.
I drive into her again and again.
Harder.
Faster.
Hard enough to pin her to the counter.
She sucks on my finger.
Groans against the digit.
Fuck, the feel of her soft body against mine.
Of her groans against my flesh.
It's fucking heaven.
I fill her with steady thrusts. Again and again.
She pulls back to gasp.
I claw at her back.
She rocks her hips. Groans my name.
It's a whisper. But it's enough to send me over the edge.
I bring my lips to her neck to suck on her skin.
Thrusting into her as I come.
I spill every drop.
Fuck.
It's like I haven't come in months.
Every part of me feels good. Relaxed. Spent.
But I need her coming too.
I muffle her with one hand. Slide the other down her torso.
And I stroke her. Harder and harder. Until she's groaning against my palm.
There. I keep that same pressure. That same pace.
I stroke her until she's coming on my hand, groaning against my palm, clutching at the tile.
I keep her pressed against the counter.
And I tilt her head and bring my lips to hers.
And I kiss her like I'll never get enough of her.
Because I won't.
Not ever.