Holiday Loves
Page 31
Technically, I'm still wearing this dress.
I push it off my hips then step out of it.
My cheeks flush. I've never been naked with a man before. And now I'm practically on display.
Brendon's voice is deep and demanding. "Turn around, angel."
Fuck, I'm hot everywhere. I trip over my heels as I turn.
I can't see him, but I can feel his gaze. I can hear his low grunt of approval.
Is it really possible for a single sound to inspire that much need?
Right now, the only thing I want in the world is Brendon. His hands, his lips, his cock.
Fuck, Kaylee, since when do you even think cock much less crave it?
"Take off your panties," he says.
I swallow hard as I slide my panties to my knees. I'm in Brendon's living room, in the living room where I stayed up late with Emma at a hundred sleepovers.
And now I'm stripping for him.
This is dirty, bad, wrong.
But it feels so fucking right.
"Spread your legs then bend over and touch your ankles," he says.
"I…" My cheeks flush. It's one thing being naked. Doing that is another entirely.
But there isn't a single part of me that objects.
I want to bend over for his viewing pleasure.
Thank goodness for yoga classes. I hinge at my hips and roll my body towards the floor. My fingertips skim the hardwood floor then they're on my shins.
I grab onto my ankles.
He lets out a sigh of pleasure. "Fucking beautiful."
He pushes off his seat and moves towards me. His fingers trail over my thighs. He presses his hands against my hips.
He presses his crotch against mine. The rough fabric of his jeans brushes against my sensitive skin. I can feel him under those jeans.
He's hard.
He's hard just from the sight of me.
"I'm tempted to fuck you right here." He drags his fingertips up my back, along my spine. "Just to see if you can keep your balance."
"I can't."
He wraps one hand around my shoulder. Then the other. Slowly, he pulls me upright.
He holds my body against his. "I know." He drags his lips over my neck. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight."
That shouldn't upset me, but it does. My sex feels achy and empty.
I want Brendon making me full.
"Why?" I breathe.
"I won't be able to keep from screaming your name loud enough to wake everyone in Venice Beach." He sucks on my neck, gently, then harder. "Turn around."
I do.
He slides his hands around me, lifts me, and places me on the dining room table behind us.
I spread my legs.
He positions himself between them.
His eyes lock on mine. "I want to see those gorgeous green eyes filled with pleasure as you come." He drags his fingertips over my inner thigh. "Don't even think about closing your eyes."
"But-"
"Or I stop."
I nod, understanding. My body is utterly compliant. When he spreads my knees, my legs shift of their own accord.
"Hands on my shoulders."
I do as I'm told.
He leans in close enough to kiss me. My eyes stay open until the last possible minute. They flutter closed as his lips crash into mine. It's a deep, slow kiss.
I feel it in my core.
I feel it all the way in my fingers and toes.
God, I want him. And not just because he's sexy in control. Not just because his sculpted body is adorned with beautiful ink. It's because he's Brendon, because he's the man who has protected me for the last fifteen years.
It's obvious now.
I've wanted him for a long time.
I've cared about him for a long time.
Kissing him blows kissing other guys out of the water. It's hard to believe I thought I knew what a kiss could be.
I had no fucking idea.
When our kiss breaks, I suck in a deep breath. This is casual. I can't get the wrong idea.
Brendon's eyes fix on mine as his hand brushes against my sex. He teases me with light touches again and again.
Then it's one finger, teasing me, again and again. Then two.
I've touched myself, filled myself, but it's different when it's him.
It's a lot of pressure.
Fuck, I want him filling me, even if it's his fingers and not his cock. Desire has my nipples tight and my lids heavy. But I can't close my eyes. I have to look at him.
He slides two fingers inside me.
Then three.
Fuck, that's intense.
"Eyes on me." He drags his free hand up and over my breast. Then he's toying with my nipple.
It's a lot of sensation. It's hard keeping my eyes on him, but I manage. He moves his fingers deeper. It's slow at first, then it's harder, faster. Then it's so hard and fast I can barely take it.
The way he looks at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen… damn, that's intense.
I stare into Brendon's eyes as he fucks me with his fingers. Even as his thumb brushes against my clit. As his movements get harder.
Damn, I'm close.
I'm not sure I've ever come with my eyes open before.
The desire in his dark eyes has me on fire. My sex clenches. I feel good everywhere.
Almost…
With the next stroke of his fingers, I go over the edge. My sex pulses with an orgasm. Pleasure spreads out to my fingers and toes. My lips part.
His free hand goes to my mouth just in time to muffle my groan.
I need it. With my eyes open, I can't help but groan his name again and again. I'm already helpless to do anything but take his pleasure and I've got full use of my arms and legs.
If he actually binds me…
Holy fuck.
My sex clenches with aftershocks.
Brendon waits until I'm finished, then he leans down to kiss me hard and deep. Finally, my eyelids flutter together.
My hands dig into his thick hair. My back arches so I can push my body against his.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me off the table. "Come on. You're sleeping in my bed tonight."
"Won't Emma-"
He shakes his head. "She’s always running late to her internship. She won’t have time to look for you."
"Okay." I reach for my dress, but Brendon stops me.
"You can pick that up off the floor, but you're staying naked tonight."
I feel like I should object, but there isn't a single part of me that wants to.
* * *
I wake up wanting. Spending the night in Brendon's bed, with his hard body against mine, without being able to touch him is torture. A blissful, intense, beautiful torture.
It's around nine. Emma is already long gone. From the play nice, Brendon is always cranky in the mornings text on my phone, I'm guessing she didn't overhear anything last night.
For a moment, I feel guilty. Brendon is one of the only people I trust, but he's Em's brother, her best friend, her guardian. He's the person she trusts more than anyone else.
I'm second.
I know she loves us both, wants the best for both of us, but this isn't something she'll be happy about.
And Emma doesn't respond well to perceived betrayal.
No, this is more than that. It's not like she ever said don't fuck my brother, but it's not like she ever expected that to be an actual possibility.
This is a betrayal.
And it's going to hurt her.
If she finds out.
Which means she can't find out.
I text back.
Kaylee: I'll do my best, but only if he lets me have the remote.
Emma: Fuck. You're doomed. He doesn't let anyone have their hands on the controls.
My chest flushes. Does she know how true that is?
Emma: Read or something. He's a sweet guy, deep down. Really, really deep down. Not that I have to tell you. I'm going to
be working late, but I can ditch if you need to talk.
Kaylee: No. You've been dying for this internship. Kick ass for me.
Emma: What if I have to pull an all-nighter?
Kaylee: I'll send you coffee.
Emma: Promise you'll call if you need to talk?
Kaylee: Promise.
My stomach lurches as I turn the phone over. This is a lie of omission, to my best friend, to my best friend who doesn't trust anyone.
But every inch of my body is begging me to stay here, to find out what it really means to submit to Brendon. Fuck, I'm already hot just thinking about it.
I put it out of mind for long enough to brush my teeth and change into some of the spare clothes I keep in Emma's room.
When I head back to the kitchen, Brendon is pouring two cups of coffee.
I take a deep breath. I can play this cool. Coolish. "Good morning."
He nods. "Splash of milk, one cube of sugar?"
"Yes, thank you."
"You have work today?"
"A dinner shift. You?"
"Nothing."
"Oh. So you don't have plans?"
He smiles. "I have a lot of plans for what I want to do to you."
* * *
After we eat breakfast together, Brendon clears the plates and washes the dishes. I use the time to check my phone for a text from Emma.
I don't have one.
Instead, I have something from my coworker, Penny.
Penny: Kaylee, honey, I need a huge favor. My grandma is sick. I need to go help her out. Can you pick up my lunch shift?
Kaylee: I'm working tonight.
Penny: I asked Jake. He said you can pull a double. I'll owe you forever.
Brendon's arms slide around my chest. His breath warms my ear.
"Where did you come from?" I ask.
"The kitchen." He drags his lips over my neck. "You're sucked into that phone."
I set it on the table. "It's nothing important."
"Then why do you look like you're going to cry?"
"Do I really?"
He nods.
"My coworker needs a favor."
"And?"
"She wants me to cover her lunch shift."
Brendon turns me around so he can look me in the eyes. "You're already working tonight."
My voice gets weak. I can help. That means I should help. "I can do a double."
"Is that what you want?"
"No." I swallow hard. "I want to be here. But she needs help."
"Why?"
I show him the texts.
He cocks a brow. "Do you really believe that?"
"No, but what if it's true? Better safe than sorry."
His expression gets intense. "You always put everyone else first."
"Maybe." Probably. "If I don't step up, no one will."
"Is that why you keep writing articles for the staff reporters?"
"Only sometimes."
"Why you let Emma copy your notes for all your shared classes?"
I swallow hard.
"Why I always come home to the house clean as a whistle when you're here?"
"Emma is a slob."
"True." He chuckles. "But it's not your responsibility to clean."
"What's wrong with wanting to help a coworker? Or a friend?"
"Nothing." He brushes my hair behind my ear. "I'm being selfish, but I don't care. I want you here today."
"I'd have an hour if I took her shift."
"I want you here all day." He runs his fingers down my jaw. "I want to take care of you."
"But…"
"It's your choice, Kaylee. Give up your pleasure to help your coworker. Or stay with me and come until you can't take it anymore."
God, that sounds amazing. But I can't leave Penny hanging. Even if it's bullshit.
My phone buzzes again.
Penny: Please! I'll owe you forever.
Brendon's eyes fix on mine.
"What about a compromise?" I say. "I'll tell her I'll come in two hours early."
"Do you like this person?"
"She's fine."
"Why give up what you want for someone you don't even like?"
"No one else will do it."
He half-smiles. "You're a sweet girl." He looks to my phone and nods. "But you deserve to come first. Do you understand me?"
"The sex part, yes."
"You don't owe anyone anything."
"I want to help."
"I know."
I text her back.
Kaylee: I have plans, but I can come in two hours early.
Penny: Thank you, Kaylee. I owe you. I'll clear it with Jake. xoxo
Brendon looks to my cell and raises his brows. "She's using you."
"That doesn't mean I can't help."
"Put the phone away."
"But we—"
"It's my turn to take care of you."
Warmth spreads through my torso. I like the idea of Brendon taking care of me.
I silence my phone and set it on the table face down.
He leans down to plant a kiss on my neck. "How did you feel submitting to me last night?"
The warmth in my belly is replaced with white-hot heat. "I liked it."
"You want more." It's a statement more than a question.
"Yes." I arch my back to press my hips against his. I want more. A lot more.
He takes a step backwards. "Follow me." He moves into the living room, to the spot right in front of the couch.
Only it's also the spot right in front of the window, where anyone could walk by.
Despite the nerves rising in my stomach, I follow him. The house isn't on the main drag. It's in a residential area, but it's only a few blocks from the beach.
People might see us.
Brendon nods to the window. "You want the blinds closed?"
I bite my lip. "No."
"You want people to see you on your knees, angel?"
I swallow hard. "Yes."
He motions come here.
I do.
His lips crash into mine. It's a hard, hungry kiss. Need rises up from my stomach and pours from my lips to his.
Right now, I need to feel like someone cares about me, like someone understands me, like someone wants me.
Brendon and I might not be forever, but we are for now. And right now, I'm sure he cares about me.
He breaks our kiss to pull my t-shirt over my head. Then he's undoing my bra and pushing the straps off my shoulders.
Desire races through my body as Brendon cups my breasts.
My eyes flutter closed as he draws circles around my nipples. His hands are strong, but they're gentle too. Every brush of his fingers sends another wave of desire straight to my core.
"Brendon…" I grab onto his t-shirt.
"Say it again, angel."
"Brendon…" Right now, the only thing I know is that I want him touching me.
He presses his hips against mine so I can feel his erection. Still, he keeps his focus on my chest as he toys with my nipples. His touch gets lighter and lighter until it's so light I can barely feel it. Then it's harder.
Harder.
Hard enough it hurts as much as it feels good.
But it feels really fucking good.
He drags his fingers down over my collarbones. His voice is as demanding as his gaze. "On your knees."
Desire pools in my core. I want to be on my knees for him. I want him in my mouth.
I don't know how it's possible, but somehow, I'm even hotter. "I've never."
"I know. I'll walk you through it."
I lower myself onto my knees.
Brendon's hand curls into my hair. "I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."
"Yes."
"Unzip my jeans and take out my cock."
I bring my hands to the waistband of his jeans and unzip. My palm presses against his boxers. That's Brendon under that thin layer of cotton.
Desire pools in my core. I want this more t
han I want to get off.
I pull his jeans to his feet. Then the boxers.
And that's Brendon, hard and ready for me.
I take a moment to soak in the sight of him. He's thick. Long. My fingers go to the arrowhead-shaped tip. I explore him with my hand.
His skin is soft, but he's hard.
He feels good in my hand.
I lean in to brush my lips against him. At first, it's just a taste, and fuck does he taste good. Like skin and sweat and something distinctly him.
"Open your mouth," he commands.
I do.
He brings his other hand to my head. "Keep your hands at your sides, angel. I'm in control here. If it's too much, tug on my watch."
"Yes." I press my palms into my sides and pull my lips apart.
He holds my head in place as he shifts into my mouth. It's slow and gentle enough I can get a proper taste. I run my tongue over his head, savoring every groan that falls off his lips.
He tastes good and that's Brendon in my mouth.
I want him.
I want this.
His grip tightens as he thrusts deeper. My lips stretch around him. My tongue presses against the underside of his tip.
His pace stays slow, but, still, I have to relax my throat to keep from gagging.
I have to press my palms into my hips to keep from reaching out to touch him.
He looks down at me, his expression equal parts caring and ravenous. He runs one of his hands through my hair.
It settles on the back of my head. "I'm going to come in that pretty mouth of yours."
My sex clenches. I want that too.
I nod, sucking on him. I suck harder. Harder. I need more of him. I need him coming in my mouth.
Something in Brendon's expression shifts. Some animal part of him takes over as he presses his palm into the back of my head.
His movements get harder. He thrusts into my mouth hard and fast. He thrusts deep enough I gag. But I fucking like it.
I like how dirty I feel.
I like being a vessel for his pleasure.
I dig my nails into my skin to contain the desire building in my core. To keep from gagging.