We’ve got a long way to go before that happens.
Chapter Eleven
Kiana
The lap dance was foreplay.
We just didn’t know what it was going to lead to when it was over.
I’ve wanted Bram since I was old enough to understand the wants and needs that my body would eventually demand. I fantasized about it. I dreamed about it. I used to picture myself being on his arm and get jealous of every girlfriend who was lucky enough to be where I wanted to be. But I wasn’t old enough to truly understand desire.
Now I am.
And that desire is unfolding in front of my eyes. I don’t care if my parents find out, and I get one more checkmark in the disappointment column.
The moment I felt Bram’s lips crush mine was the moment I knew everything had changed. I may have spent my life being a wallflower until I was forced to take the stage, but that wasn’t when I bloomed. This is. It’s happening right now. I’m a woman in Bram’s arms, with his lips teasing my skin—with his tongue doing things to me that are so much better than anything my imagination could have created.
“That feels good…” I moan when Bram’s tongue dances against my clit.
My orgasm at the club was unexpected. It was sudden and came out of nowhere. This one won’t be. I can already feel it building. It’s more methodical, and the intensity is beyond comprehension. Every circle he makes with his tongue sends pleasure shooting through my veins. I crave the release, but it feels so damn good I don’t want it to end in an explosion of bliss, not yet—every second is a gift.
I can feel my breathing getting heavier. My heart is pounding in my chest. I can’t just feel my pulse—I can literally hear the rush of blood that is sending pleasure through my body. My muscles are stiff and tight, to the point that they’re shaking.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop…” I moan louder, and Bram’s tongue moves faster in response—god, that feels amazing.
A pressure begins to build inside me. It’s familiar. I’ve felt it before when I was alone in my bed—under the covers with my panties beside me and thoughts of Bram running through my head. I never stopped thinking about him, even after he was gone. Now it’s more than a fantasy that brings me to climax. It’s actually him. And we haven’t even gotten to the point where my fantasies usually go.
But we will. I climbed into his bed as a virgin, but I won’t be one when I leave it.
“Oh god…” I arch my back, and my hands move to his head.
The pressure begins to get stronger, so strong that I don’t even know how to control it. I can’t set the pace. I can’t make him go slower to prolong it. That makes it even better. I give in. I let the bliss surge through my body and build toward the inevitable rush of euphoria. My thoughts begin to spin, and the point of no return crashes into me like waves hitting the shore.
“I’m gonna come!” I dig my nails into Bram’s scalp, and my head rolls back.
His tongue moves faster when I tell him that I’m about to come. He puts both hands on my thighs and holds me in place as the intensity makes me try to squirm. The pressure gets tighter, then a mighty release sweeps through me. That’s the pleasure I’m used to—the pleasure I expect—but it doesn’t stop there. Bram’s tongue keeps moving against my clit, even as it gets more sensitive to his touch, and I peak higher than I realized was possible.
I soar. Mentally, I’m in the clouds, but my body doesn’t leave the bed. I hit a peak that’s higher than any orgasm I’ve given myself, and I stay there—for so long it feels like I’m trapped at the crest of ultimate bliss. It makes me ache in a good way, moan, and practically scream. Suddenly, there’s a spike in the pleasure, like having pure joy injected into my soul. Another orgasm? Is that even possible…
“Oh my god!” I realize it’s not just possible, but it’s happening.
The second orgasm rips through my body and merges with the first, taking me into a new realm of euphoria. It’s beautiful. I jerk on the bed, but Bram doesn’t let me move. He forces me to experience every drop of pleasure that is possible for my body to endure. I feel myself descending from the peak, and before I can crash, I’m carried back up—another orgasm—then a chain reaction as more follow it.
I’m shattered, but it feels amazing. I can’t even speak. My breath gets trapped in my throat, and I realize Bram was right. I would beg to breathe if I could remember how. Time seems to slow down and speed up simultaneously. It accelerates when I come down for my final descent. I crash so hard it knocks the wind out of me for a second. The world feels like it is spinning, but that’s all in my head.
“Fuck…” That’s the only word I can utter as Bram’s tongue finally comes to a stop.
It’s only the beginning. Bram lifts up between my thighs and starts to remove his shirt. I wish I could help, but I’m too weak. All I can do is drink the sight of him as he undresses. He has a powerful frame with muscles that are covered in gorgeous ink. The sight of him without his shirt makes my pussy tingle with newfound desire. In my imagination, he had an impressive physique, but the reality is even better. I want him. So fucking bad. I can see the same need burning his dark, piercing eyes.
“Your pretty little pussy is going to come for me again,” he says, almost as if it is a beautiful threat.
“I know.” I bite down on my bottom lip and force my tired lips to smile. “It’s ready for you—I’m ready for you.”
“Yes, you are.” Bram rubs the entrance of my pussy and then reaches for his belt.
Bram pulls at his buckle and removes the belt from the loops. It falls to the floor, and he unfastens his pants. My pussy gets wetter as the anticipation mounts—if it’s even possible for me to get wetter at this point. Bram slides his pants and boxers down at the same time, which allows his cock to fall free. It’s big, thick, and looks like it will hurt when it goes inside me.
I don’t care. Part of me that wants it to hurt.
“Now you’re going to find out what it truly means to be claimed.” Bram positions himself between my thighs and sinks his grip into them.
Bram’s cock slides between my pussy lips as he shifts his weight. The pain I expect comes when he enters me, and I’m stretched around his girth for the first time. It’s an ache I welcome, because it signifies the importance of our union. Will it last longer than one night? I don’t know. I hope it does. But that’s complicated, so all I can do is enjoy it for what it is—us. For tonight, at least.
I want to be his so bad.
“Keep going…” I exhale sharply and bite down on my tongue. “Don’t stop.”
“There’s no need to rush.” He leans forward. “You’re so fucking tight, but I’m going to make it feel good before I’m done.”
Emotionally, it already does. I can handle the physical discomfort. Bram begins to push deeper, and I feel him against my hymen. It’s just a thin piece of skin, but when he breaks it, I feel a sense of liberation. A stinging sensation follows, and he goes deeper. The weakness from my previous orgasms begins to wear off. I lift my arms and trace his muscles, letting my fingers slowly drift down to his perfectly cut abdomen. I can feel them flex when he thrusts himself into me.
“You feel so fucking good.” He lets out a gasp when he goes deeper.
“Everything feels good right now,” I whimper with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
I mean that. It hurts, but the experience means more. He’ll always be my first, and that’s everything.
Bram gives me a few slow thrusts, followed by a faster one. I can feel every inch as his length penetrates me. The pain finally begins to subside. There is a trace, but the intensity is gone. He senses it too—maybe he sees the pleasure as it begins to burn in my eyes. I certainly see it in his. I want all of him. I don’t want him to hold back.
“Please…” I force out a moan. “I want to feel it.”
“You will.” He gasps and pulls the head of his cock back to the entrance of my pussy—then he drives it in fast.
“Oh god.” The aftershock echoes in my soul.
Bram gives me a few more of those thrusts until his entire length is buried inside my pussy. There is more pleasure than pain. It’s starting to feel really good, and better after every thrust. I beg for them with my eyes when my lips tremble too much to say the words out loud. His dick begins to throb. A shudder runs through his body, and I feel it inside mine. We’re both trapped in ecstasy.
“Yes,” I moan louder. “Fuck me, Bram…”
I’ve said those words before, when I was alone, and my finger was the only thing I had to get myself off. Now they’re real. I’m saying them to the one man I always wanted to hear them.
He responds with a growl and a nod of his head. I see the burning need in his eyes ignite into something else—something almost primal.
He drives his cock into me. A few quick thrusts make my body tingle, and I feel my g-spot bloom for the first time ever. It’s always been there, waiting for him. It was a laugh and a joke between the girls I hung out with in high school, but now I know it is no myth. The pleasure gets more intense—more intense than what I felt when his tongue was dancing on my clit. It’s incredible.
“Don’t stop, please god—don’t stop.” I would scream that in his ear if I could, but all I can do is let it escape with a whimper and a gasp.
“Then come for me…” He narrows his eyes and hammers my g-spot.
I want to. The pressure is already building. There’s no reason to hold back. I learned that when he was nestled between my thighs introducing me to real pleasure. The feeling consumes me in an instant. I’m on the edge and it is a matter of seconds before the bliss takes over.
“I’m about to come!” I latch onto his hips, and my back arches against the bed.
“You don’t have to tell me.” He exhales sharply. “I can feel it.”
A second later, I realize what he means. My body convulses, and my pussy begins to spasm on his cock. My climax soars higher than it did before, and the peak is wonderful because he doesn’t stop driving his length into me while I come. I come again before the first orgasm is done peaking, and the pleasure intertwines into an explosion of bliss. I don’t want it to end. I need more—crave more—and I get it. Bram shifts his knees and begins to hammer me so hard the headboard slams into the wall.
“Now you get to make me come,” Bram leans forward and growls.
His body crashes into mine. So good. It feels amazing. I start to peak from another orgasm that surges through my soul when his throbs get harder—faster—and his cock pulsates inside me. For a moment, I get lost in the fire that burns in his eyes. It’s for me, and I want to savor it. Then his thrusts pull me back to reality, and he begins to unload in my pussy. His seed floods into me and sends me over the edge one final time. I milk his cock with my spasms as his thrusts slow down. They don’t stop until both of our lust has been satiated, and we begin to come down from the high.
A feeling of peace settles into my veins.
The afterglow.
I don’t want it to end…
Chapter Twelve
Bram
I claimed my best friend’s daughter. It doesn’t feel like the girl I used to know and the woman in my arms are one in the same. Maybe if I had been there, it would be different—or maybe not. I can’t dwell on it. What we shared was special, the result of lust mixing with emotions, and the moment belonged to us.
I won’t apologize for what I did.
Never.
There is nothing to regret. On either side of it. She climbed into my bed without her panties for a reason, and she ended up getting exactly what she wanted. I had the same desire whether I could admit it to myself or not. I was in trouble the moment I saw those curves on the stage, and when I had them in private, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off them if it was even an option.
But alone? In my bed?
Claiming her was the only option I had. But that’s not all. I already feel it. There’s something growing—an attachment. It’s different from the other women who have graced my bed, even for the ones that graced it multiple times. I don’t feel the need to push Kiana away. There are plenty of reasons for me to let this end when the sun comes up, but I don’t think I can.
I want her problems. I want her burdens. I want to fix them.
I’m no knight in shining armor, but I’m a soldier with a gun. And I still remember how to use it.
Mr. Diaz may find that out real soon.
Kiana stays in my arms for the entire night. I can’t resist feeling her come while I’m inside her one more time before I finally let sleep consume me. The morning light doesn’t change how I feel, or how much I want to have her in my arms when the sun goes down again. I realize it’s not going to be easy to make that happen, and she will resist, but nothing worth having has ever been mine without a fight.
My freedom.
My company.
Why should holding on to the one person my heart finally wants be any different?
I climb out of bed and leave Kiana sleeping there so I can go downstairs and make breakfast for the both of us. Me. Making breakfast the day after like some television Romeo. I’ve never done that for anyone before. A few of my relationships might have lasted longer had I been willing to put in the effort, but it’s hard to do that when it doesn’t feel right. Everything feels right with Kiana.
After one night? I guess I’m proving to myself that it’s possible to know this soon—probably another reason I’ve never gotten to this point before, even after a prolonged attempt at it.
Coffee. Bacon. Eggs. In that order, because the eggs are better if they’re fried in bacon grease. I add a little cheese to the top of them as soon as they’re scrambled and hear footsteps on the stairs.
“Good morning.” I turn to greet Kiana as soon as she walks into the kitchen.
“Hey…” She gingerly walks toward the coffee pot, and I pour her a cup.
“You okay?” I tilt my head slightly.
“A little sore.” She gives me a side-eyed glance then her lips spread into a smile. “I’m not complaining, though.”
I pull her in for a hug, followed by a kiss, and then she melts into my embrace. The morning light hasn’t changed how I feel about her. A relationship between us is wrong, but I won’t apologize for it. She needs someone on her side more than ever, and it’s not her fault that the people who should be in her corner aren’t there. I have no problem picking up the fucking slack, but it will be on my terms.
“Are you hungry?” I let go of her and take a step back. “I was just about to finish this off with a couple pieces of toast.”
“Famished.” She nods. “But no toast for me, I’m trying to stay away from carbs—I have to look good in my uniform.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I scoff. “You’re beautiful, and a piece of toast isn’t going to change that.”
“Thank you.” She blushes. “Okay, fine. I’ll have toast…”
“White bread too. None of that wheat bread shit.” I grab a couple pieces of bread and toss them in the toaster.
I get the bread toasted, drop them on our plates, and add some butter so it will melt while they’re still hot. I scoop out a generous portion of eggs, several pieces of bacon, and refill our coffee before I finally sit down across from Kiana.
“Do you eat like this every morning?” She blinks a couple of times.
“No, not usually.” I laugh under my breath. “But we both worked up an appetite last night.”
“Yes, we did.” Kiana’s eyes flicker, and she grins.
We make small talk over breakfast. The food is definitely heavier than the conversation. We’re going to have to talk about a few things, before I leave for the office. I don’t want her on the stage tonight. I don’t want her behind the curtain with anyone else. I want her here. In my arms. In my bed. I won’t settle for anything less than fucking everything.
“Are you going to work today?” Kiana puts down her fork once
she’s done with breakfast.
“Yeah, I need to take a shower,” I say with a nod of my head. “Would you like to join me?”
“In the shower or at work?” She narrows her eyes playfully.
“The invitation was for the shower, obviously.” I reach over and take her hand. “You would be mighty bored at the office…”
“Okay.” She slowly stands up from her chair.
The rest of the discussion can wait. I’m putting it off. I’m choosing what I want over what has to be said. I tell myself that I’m prolonging it with good intentions, but I know I’m just desperate for one more taste of what I had last night. Maybe the conversation will be better than what I’m playing out in my head, but I doubt it. Kiana swallowed her pride and got in my car, but there was a reason for that—she won’t accept more help than that without a fight.
“So…” Kiana looks back at me as we get to the stairs. “Which shower are we using?”
“The one in my bedroom.” I motion toward the end of the hallway.
“Race you there?” She takes off running before the words leave her lips.
A game. She’s being playful. I feel a stab of regret in my stomach because I realize the things going through my head haven’t even registered with her. Maybe that’s a defense mechanism. Her way of not thinking about the problems that exist outside of these walls.
So we’ll play her game. Because I don’t want to think about them either right now.
“Is tripping allowed?” I close the distance between us as she enters my bedroom and swat at her heel.
“Hey!” Kiana stumbles, just as I expected, but I easily catch her in my arms. “That wasn’t fair.” She tries to squirm out of my embrace.
“You didn’t give me any rules.” I push her toward the bed and make sure she lands safely before I dart into the bathroom.
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