by K. I. Lynn
God help her, because I will. I’ll give her every single thing she’s asking for.
“Even if I were to come find you tomorrow, sex is all you’d get from me.”
I laugh. Not because I find this funny, but I can hear the doubt in her tone. “You keep telling yourself that.”
She doesn’t respond. Her stubbornness is almost visible. Without another word, she heads to the entrance of the tree house.
All right. If that’s how she wants to play it, I’ll continue to go along with it. For now. Eventually, I’ll break her down.
When it comes to this—to us—she isn’t more stubborn than I am.
June 10th, 2015
“What is he doing home?”
I grind my teeth as I pull up into the driveway next to my father’s car. It’s past one in the afternoon on a Wednesday. If it wasn’t for Kira’s car sitting out front, I’d turn my ass back around before walking inside. I’m ninety percent sure he’s cheating on Sonia. All the signs are there—late nights working, missing dinner, fighting, and a waning of affection between them.
I’m not even out of my car when the asshole opens the garage door and walks out. He stops mid-step to stare at me before continuing on.
“How did it go?” He shuffles his suit jacket from one arm to the other and pulls his keys out, keeping his gaze from mine.
“Good. I found an apartment near campus in the same complex Ryan and Dana are in.”
He gives a curt nod. “How much is that going to set me back a month?”
I clench my teeth. “About the same.” I hate these conversations. The awkward, stilted flow of forced words from a broken relationship. It’s almost like we’re strangers, and I don’t know if it will ever change. I don’t even know if I want it to. I hate him.
After throwing his jacket in the car, he sighs and looks up at me. “I wish you’d decided years ago to go to OSU instead of changing in your last year of undergrad. Would have saved me thousands in out-of-state tuition.”
It takes everything in me not to go off on him, to explode out all the feelings I’ve been holding back for years.
I shrug, the tension thickening between us. “Yeah, well, it’s where I’m going to get my Master’s, so I figured why not go now?”
“That, and your sister is going there.” I hate his tone. The way he accentuates that one word.
“She’s not my sister.” It’s an automatic response, and one I’ve practically growled at my father. Too late to take it back now.
A triumphant sneer forms on his lips. “The law says so, and everyone knows she’s your stepsister.”
His attitude screams out that he knows I want Kira. Not that it matters. I don’t care what people are going to think anymore.
“Fuck that.”
His eyes flash as he slams the car door and stomps over to me. We’re eye to eye, but that doesn’t mean he stops trying to appear larger than me.
“Listen and listen good, Brayden. I am your fucking father, and you will respect me and what I’m about to say.”
I let out a harsh laugh and shake my head, my eyes hard. “After all the shit you’ve done? You lost that a long time ago.”
He grabs hold of my shirt and pushes me back against the side of my car. Face inches from mine, the explosive, testosterone-fueled rage I know all too well—one of his character traits I inherited—emanates from him. My fists are balled up, ready to lay the fucker out.
“Stop acting like a little spoiled-ass punk kid. Grow the hell up. You’re twenty-one now, and that means only two more years of tuition from me before you have to pay for it yourself.”
He pushes off me and heads back to his car.
“Fine by me.”
“One last thing.” He opens the door again and points a finger at me. “If you want to stay in this house, make sure you keep your fucking dick away from your sister.” He slips into the car, slamming the door, then revs the engine as he backs out.
My nostrils flare with each harsh breath, nails digging into my palms. The pain is the only thing that kept me from hitting him, from getting out all of my anger and frustration. Blood thumps through my veins as I stand there, waiting to calm down before I tear through the house and do the exact opposite of his words.
An anger fuck will not win me any points with Kira, especially for our first time.
Instead I stare down at the concrete beneath my feet, anger boiling off me as I attempt to blow the driveway up with my mind.
When it doesn’t work, and I give in to the fact that I do not have superpowers, I head inside. Once in the shade of the garage, I notice Sonia’s SUV parked there. Another oddity for a Wednesday afternoon.
The thought that maybe they were having a little afternoon delight flies right out of my head when I walk into the kitchen from the garage.
Sonia stands at the kitchen island, shoulders shaking. She gasps at the sound of the door shutting and turns to me, her fingers quickly wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Brayden, you’re back.” She gives me her best attempt at a smile. “Any luck?”
I nod, my hands twitching at my sides to offer her some comfort, but not knowing how. The hurt on her face makes me feel bad for my stepmom for the first time. Sonia didn’t know what she was getting into when she started sleeping with my father. I’ve been pissed at her for years, but the sad expression she’s been wearing the last few weeks is melting my anger because it reminds me so much of what my mom went through.
That fault lies with my father, not her. I see that now. Vulnerable and lonely, she was easy prey. And I know the only damn reason he married her was to have the perks of a wife again.
“Yeah, I’ll be just a few buildings down from Ryan and Dana.”
Her fake smile reaches her eyes as it turns into a real one. “That’s great. I’m happy you’ll be close.” Her gaze flickers to the clock on the wall. “I need to be getting back to work.”
“Home for lunch?”
She picks her purse up from the counter, along with the keys laying next to it. “I somehow forgot my phone this morning, so your father and I met for lunch.”
I step aside, opening up the path to the door.
“Dinner will be a little late tonight.”
I give her an honest smile. “Don’t worry about it. I know how to feed myself.” I did it for years before he married you.
She reaches out and squeezes my arm. “Thank you.”
After she leaves, I stay in the middle of the kitchen, listening to the sounds of the house, thinking. Lost in thought, lost in memories, lost in dreams. There’s a duality going on, deja vu like energy buzzing through me.
The click of a door, followed by the sound of water rushing through the pipes in one of the walls, reminds me I’m not alone.
She’s here. Upstairs.
I move without thought to the entry and look up the stairs, listening.
Music blares, but isn’t enough to cover the beating of water raining down in the hall bathroom or the unmistakable clatter of rings sliding across the shower curtain rod.
Three seconds later, my dick is hard and leading the way up the stairs. The door is open a crack, the music radiating from her room.
Kira’s naked.
Kira’s naked a few steps away.
A ripple ignites my body as it moves through. I reach down and adjust my hardening cock as I step into my room.
There’s no stopping where my mind has gone and where it’s taking me. I pull my shirt up as I toe my shoes off, then pull my shorts and boxer-briefs down, taking my socks with them.
Completely naked with my cock bouncing, I walk over to the bathroom door.
Wet heat, saturated with a sweet, succulent scent of my girl and whatever shit she uses, pours out of the gap she’s left. I place my hand on the door and slowly push it open enough for me to slip in, then push it back.
She’s singing along with the music, a Maroon 5 song. The combination of sounds is so loud, she doesn’t even hea
r me.
I grab onto my cock, stroking it a few times to calm the fucking raging need for the friction of her pussy.
Was I pissed off? Doing some deep thinking a few minutes ago? I don’t even remember, because my dick rules with a fucking iron fist. The directive is simple, one objective.
Come.
And then fucking come again.
All over and inside my girl.
I bite my lip, holding back a moan as I squeeze down on my cock.
The song ends and I hold my breath, listening to the water hit her body, hoping she doesn’t hear me. After all, there are some markings on my body I’m not ready for her to see. The most recent is still healing, and I have nothing to hide them.
The next song is hard and sexy, and I can’t stop my hips rocking my cock in and out of my fist. Being this close to her naked body is too much for my poor dick. It needs, begs for, skin on skin.
I pull the side of the curtain opposite of the showerhead and peek in. She’s facing away from me, her head under the spray rinsing out her hair.
I take the opportunity and climb in behind her.
She hears me this time and jumps as her head whips around. Her eyes go wide, then she’s facing away again. “Get out! You can’t be in here. Mom and Steve are downstairs.”
I freeze for a split second before smiling, not that she can see. She didn’t call me names or hit me or tell me to fuck off. No, Kira’s worried about our parents.
“They went back to work.” I step forward, the tip of my cock pushing into her soft ass cheek before sliding up and landing in the dip of her fucking perfect backside, the tip pressing against her back. The rest of me stops an inch or two before touching her as I reach over her shoulder and place one hand on the wall while the other moves down her side to her hip.
“I said get out.” She tries to sound tough, to give a biting edge to her tone, but it doesn’t work.
This little bit, caging her in, is enough to turn her on, to take over her body just like she takes over mine.
I’m breaking her down. Little by little.
“Not leaving. The scent of warm, wet kitty is one fucking strong aphrodisiac, and I want to play.”
She shoves her elbow back into my ribs, making me flinch but not hurting. “Idiot.”
I let out a chuckle as I brush her hair away from her neck. She’s more worried about being caught fooling around than me touching her, teasing her, making her come.
“When my cock is finally inside you, that’s when you’ll get it. After that, no one else will be able to satisfy you. It’ll be me and my cock you’ll crave. Once inside, you’ll never want me to leave.”
Her fingers flex against the tile and she lets out a whimper, her hips rotating.
I groan, staring down at the drop of precome, spreading it across her back. “A little more of that, and I’ll empty my balls all over you.”
Her breath comes out in pants as I rock into her, one hand on her hip, drowning in the friction of her skin on my dick. I snake my hand around her waist and down, slipping them between her pussy lips, finding her clit and grinding down on it.
She lets out a gasp and a strained moan.
“No. No, no, no.” She shakes her head and grabs hold of the shower curtain, yanking it open.
I don’t even have time to grab her before she picks up her towels and runs out of the bathroom.
The warm spray of water falls on me as the door to her room slams shut.
She left before I could tease her any more, before I could make her come, make us both come. Now, I’m left in a fucking state with my cock ready to burst.
The music stops, but no new song begins.
I’ll give her a new sound for her playlist.
The tip of my dick is wet. Wet enough that I don’t need to reach for the soap. I palm the head, smearing all that precome around. Once my hand is nice and wet, I slide it across the top of my hard-on, around, squeezing tight.
It’s almost enough to make me come.
I let go of my cock and flatten my hands against the tiles. Leaning forward, I try breathing slowly in an effort to calm myself. I don’t want to come. Not yet.
The agony of wanting Kira, of not having her, is fucking delicious. Logically, I know I shouldn’t get off on this pain, but I do. I want more. I’m already delirious for her, but I want to be pushed so far past the edge that the sickness in me becomes permanent.
Maybe it already has.
Her ass felt so good beneath the sensitive skin of my tip.
My hips rock at the memory, thrusting my cock into empty air.
“Fuck.” Reaching down with one hand, I cup my tight balls, tugging on them. Running my fingers in light circles around the soft, ridged skin, I close my eyes and imagine it’s Kira’s wet tongue.
My dick throbs, and I feel more precome leak out.
She’s close to giving in to me. I sense it every day a little more. If I were to get out of this shower right now and chase her to her room, she’d let me take what I want.
She’d let me lay her on her bed and slowly spread her legs open.
I lick my lips, imagining myself licking up and down her inner thigh.
Would she be ticklish there? I’d spend extra time at the juncture of her thigh, teasing her with the tip of my tongue before sucking one juicy, bare lip into my mouth. My lower lip would rub across her clit and it would pulsate for me, tempting my tongue.
Fuccck, it feels like it’s been forever since I last had that cute cunt in my mouth.
I could have it right now. Her desire had been palpable. She rushed out of this shower because she couldn’t trust herself with me.
But if I go after her, take it now, it’ll be a decision made solely by her body.
I need the girl to choose me with all of her.
I want her body.
Her emotions.
I want every fucking part of her mind and soul.
My hand tightens around my balls in frustration; the slight pain only serves to make me hornier.
I want her tugging on my balls like this. With her hand. Her teeth.
Clenching my jaw, I fight the urge to jerk myself a little longer. I’m going to make myself fucking scream when I come. So loud that my girl will hear me in her room.
Eyes closed, I let the fantasy in my head play out. Kira pushes me back before I can suck on her clit, making me lean back on my legs. Rising up on her knees, she runs her hands all over my body. Every muscle ripples at her touch.
I let my head fall back, moaning loud as fuck. Water slides down the front of my body, over my hypersensitive cock.
I imagine Kira’s hands taking the same path as the water, sliding over my abs, down, down. A hiss leaves me when one of her hands wraps around my dick. Somehow, I manage to withhold from grabbing it in real life.
Her other hand wraps around my aching balls.
I allow myself to squeeze down on them, exactly like I imagine she would.
She leans down, her little tongue licking my shoulders, a path across my collarbone, and each of my pecs. Her hand slides up and down my length the whole time, teasing me. Each light stroke makes me pound harder.
Shit, I can’t take it anymore. I wrap my hand around my dick. Come almost bursts out of me. I lock down every muscle, struggling to hold it back.
My breaths are loud in my ears. I wonder if they can be heard over the rushing water.
I open my eyes and look down, amazed by how swollen my dick is. One stroke. Just one more and I know I’ll explode.
Damn it. What I wouldn’t give to be able to take her. All of her. I let go of my balls and slam my fist into the tiles in front of me. “God, Kira. You make me so hard. Need to pump into your pussy. Make you take every drop.” In her mouth. Deep in her cunt.
All over that sweet body.
My come would cover her chest, sliding down her perfect tits, one pearly drop clinging to her pink, hard nipple.
“Oh God. Fuck!” I squeeze down around my cock un
til all I feel is a fucked up mix of pleasure and pain. “Kitty, you make me feel so good . . . can’t fucking take it . . .” My dick swells even more inside my tight, immobile fist. I grind down on my teeth, watching the first drop of come leak out and cling to my red tip—
My head jerks back, my mouth opening on a roar.
Come shoots out of me, hard enough to cause me even more pain, and I fucking love it, growling out Kira’s name with each wave. I don’t move, coming without a single stroke.
One last shudder goes through me, and I go utterly weak. I fall forward to lean against the tiles. My heart stutters after every beat and I can’t breathe.
I hear a door opening and slamming shut out in the hall, then footsteps running down the stairs.
Without a doubt, that was my Kitty, and she’s running downstairs before she ends up coming after me.
A smile curls my lips.
Note to self: jerk off in the shower while Kira’s home as often as possible.
For the past ten minutes I’ve been staring out the window of Brayden’s car wondering how the hell I got here. How did he convince me to go shopping with him?
Maybe it was the way he said please or the puppy dog eyes. Maybe it was the cracks he created in the treehouse the other night.
Maybe I was consumed with the feel of his skin on mine, and my body spoke for every other part of me.
I was stunned speechless. He came out of his room, changed and drying his hair with a towel.
Hypnotized.
Staring at him looking so delicious while still being turned on had me unable to say no when he asked.
I would have given him anything he wanted. Spread-my-legs-for-him kind of anything.
Next thing I know, I’m stuffed in his car on one of my first free days since graduating. This is not my idea of a good time.
It’s torture.
Ever since he came home for the summer, he’s been pushing me. Teasing me and testing me.
Tempting me.
I’m at my wit’s end with this annoying want for him. He’s driving me crazy, on purpose, but I can’t give in, as much as I want him, too.