by K. I. Lynn
Then I feel her tears wetting my shoulder.
My chest on fire, I drop my head on her shoulder, hugging her as tight as I can while I continue to rock into her. Deep strokes, staying as close to her as I can. So strong, like I’m trying to fuck my essence into her.
I would if I could, just so I could make her see that the only thing I want is her. That the thing I care the most about in the entire past, present, and future of my being is her. That I can’t exist without her.
She is my reason for living.
She is my heart, my soul.
My chest is so damn tight from everything, I can hardly stand myself with how much I need her.
“Please tell me you love me,” I whisper into her ear. “One day. That’s all I need.”
Kira sobs harder. Her arms and legs lock around me, and we’re nothing but a mass of human need and emotion rocking together. She won’t answer me, and her cries are breaking me apart.
But she won’t let me go. She’s holding me just as I’m holding her—like she’ll fall apart if I let her go.
“I’ll wait forever, Kira. Just keep giving me this. Don’t stop. We can’t live without this, without each other. Don’t take this from me. At least let me feel this.”
She’s shaking in my arms, but I’m to the point I don’t know what from—the physical or the emotional.
“Don’t stop,” she says against my skin, her words almost breaking.
I’m not sure what she means, but I pull out just a little bit farther to rotate my hips more.
“I won’t ever stop. I’ll always love you, want you, fuck you until you can’t stand coming anymore.”
Her body tenses and she begins whispering my name over and over, making my balls draw up tight.
“Fuck, Kira. The way you react when I tell you . . . you can lie to me. It’s okay. Your body tells me every truth I need to know.”
A soft growl echoes in her throat and she bites down into my shoulder, as if trying to break through the skin. “Just shut up and fuck me, damn you.”
Chuckling, I thrust just a little bit faster, giving her a taste. “This isn’t fucking, baby. No matter how dirty or raw it gets. I’m making love to you. Because you’re my girl.”
Her pussy trembles, tightening more.
Another sob.
A frustrated moan.
Her nipples are so hard they rub against my chest with each thrust. Goose bumps break out all over her arms.
Yeah, she’s my girl. She’s not ready to admit it yet, but her body and soul know what her mind won’t admit.
Sobs make her shake in my arms, but there aren’t tears with these ones. It’s raw, dry emotion, like there’s no more tears for her to give but her body isn’t done purging itself. She’s on edge, so close to falling. To coming. To accepting all that I know and feel to be truth.
“Let go, baby,” I whisper. It’s taking everything in me to hold back from coming right now. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
Her back arches violently, body locking up. Her head punches back into the pillow, exposing that gorgeous neck. Plump lips part on a silent scream.
Holy fuck, I can’t get used to this. Can’t believe how beautiful she is.
“That’s it, baby. Right there. Come all over my cock. Suck it dry.”
“Brayden,” she whispers brokenly, tensing, tensing . . .
Her walls collapse around me almost painfully, pulling me in. The pressure is so intense that I feel the first burst of come being forced from me. An almost involuntary orgasmic pulse. Agonizing and mind-wiping ecstasy that pumps up my shaft, pouring deep into her.
Left without words, without thought as my body jerks on top of her in an intense pleasure I’ve never known before.
Her nails claw down my back, and I feel them cutting through skin.
Her teeth bite deeper.
I bite into her shoulder without thinking, fucking her, pushing her into the bed with my weight, pumping all the come into her I can.
Her nails dig into my ass, forcing me to keep going, taking more from me than I can bear to give.
My back arches, one final explosions of sensation shooting from my cock and arcing up my spine.
Spent.
Emotionally.
Physically.
We’re nothing but a heap of bodies mashed together. Hard breaths in sync as we come down.
Her pussy still pulses around me in sporadic jumps.
She says nothing.
Neither do I.
This silence between us, where there is nothing but our mixed breaths and the beats of our hearts, surrounds me. It becomes all I know, feel.
I’d give anything to hear the words from her, but right now she doesn’t have to say them.
I live to tell her how much I love her, but that isn’t necessary in this moment either.
Peace.
Finally, for the first time in fucking forever, I feel a sense of peace between us.
That connection thrums through her body and into mine, binding us.
Kira shifts under me, snuggling closer, arms tightening around me.
I refuse to move, even though I know I must be suffocating her.
We just lay here, intertwined, our breaths slowing.
I don’t know how much time passes. It could be minutes, hours, or just a few simple seconds, but it’s heaven. A tiny sigh as she nuzzles into me almost breaks me with relief.
The small touch of her affection is a soothing balm. I didn’t even understand how badly I missed it.
Exhaling softly, I let myself melt further into her, basking in the complete certainty of this moment.
I can fix this.
I will.
Nothing on earth is going to stop me from making it up to my girl.
It’s going to take some more time, but finally, I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I can heal her—heal us.
Fuck all the stepsister-stepbrother bullshit. We’re going to be together, and I’ll finally be able to give this girl everything I have.
August 7, 2015
“Kira, do you want popcorn?” Marilyn asks, drawing my attention from my phone.
I blink at her and nod before stuffing my phone back into my wristlet. There was a new message from Brayden after he texted me when he got home. I told him I’m with my friends, that we’re seeing a movie, and he sent me a mad emoji.
A mad emoji. What the hell?
The damn thing grates on me as we get our food and drinks, ready to see Trainwreck. I’ve waited all week to see it, and I’ll be damned if he ruins the good mood.
With all the things to get ready for this month, this is the first time we’ve been able to hang out in a week, besides trips to the gym. I’ve been looking forward to this movie and the downtime and the not thinking about Brayden time. The latter is a near impossibility.
He’s all I think about.
We grab our snacks and drinks and head to the theater, Jenna hogging the big-ass bucket of popcorn. Once up the ramp, I stop and turn.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say, holding my soda out for Ash to take. “Be right back.”
“Okay, we’ll save you a spot.” Jenna stuffs a handful of popcorn in her mouth as they head for theater nine.
The time away gives me a few minutes to shake him from my mind. While by myself, I take a few deep breaths and focus on anything but him. It’s a good hair day, and I’m looking cute, and I’m going to have fun.
As I step out, I look both ways so I don’t run into anyone, but my steps falter. My head snaps back toward the lobby, to the force making his way toward me.
Brayden.
He’s vibrating with an almost violent energy. People make way for him, and I can’t tear my gaze away.
He’s still wearing the dark blue polo for his job, all the buttons undone and open. To make him even sexier, he’s wearing his glasses, which have always been a soft spot for me. However, they do nothing to hide the deep furrow
of his brow or the intensity of his near glowing green eyes. Even his jaw is locked in a tense bite.
I’m nothing but a deer in headlights. A gushing wet deer, because the sheer want he’s directing at me hits straight at my clit. Heat rages through me in an avoidable ripple, setting off every nerve.
He’s a determined man on a mission, and no one will stop him.
I’m that mission.
The intensity is so strong it forces me to step back, flight or fight kicking in. My chest burns as I blow out an unsteady breath. He’s feet from me, forcing me to withdraw more until my back is against the wall, but unable to run because my body is begging to let him do what he’s looking for.
“B-Brayden, what—”
His expression stops me. One of his strong arms swoops around my waist. He doesn’t miss a step as he pulls me with him, down the hall.
We turn a corner and he pushes me against the wall, lips smashing against mine. His tongue laps my mouth open as his body presses into me. Desperate need and pent-up desire drive him.
Devouring me with his mouth, and I don’t want him to stop.
Leaving me a panting, breathless mess when he pulls away. The edge is softer in his eyes, but the maddening desire is tenfold. It’s been days, and I missed this. Need this, despite the protests I tell myself.
I’m a dumbstruck doll, letting him do things to me where people can see. People we know—friends, enemies—are all in the theater tonight. I’ve seen them.
But I don’t stop him from forcing my legs open or his hands as they grab onto my thighs, pulling my skirt up. His fingers sink into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and pushing them together as he picks me up.
I don’t fight it.
Not even as his hard cock rocks against my pussy, digging in, grinding me into the wall.
His hips keep thrusting as he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. Every one of his muscles is taut, desperate for a release. Everything about him is rough, dangerous, and has me so freaking lust high I’ll let him fuck me right here if he asks.
“I fucking need you, Kira. Now.”
The temptation to pull out his cock is only stifled by the giggle of a group of preteens as they walk by. It’s the proverbial cold splash of water I need.
The reminder that it’s not safe here, that anyone can see us right now. That if we’re caught, everyone will know. Fuck the fact that he’s my stepbrother, which is a bad enough bunch of gossip and ridicule, but I don’t want to have to explain to my mom that I was thrown in jail for having sex in public.
“Not here,” I manage to say. “Too many people.”
He pulls back, but doesn’t let go. “Come with me.”
When he starts to walk, I pull back against him. “Brayden, my friends are waiting for me. I can’t go back to your apartment right now.”
He shakes his head and grabs my wrist as he drags me down the hall. “I can’t wait that long.”
“So where—”
He cuts me off. “I know the manager. Told him I needed to borrow the break room.”
We step through a door with an Employees Only sign and into a nondescript cinder block hall.
As soon as the door closes, I wrench my arm from his grip. “And does he know what for?”
His jaw ticks, and he adjusts his glasses. “Yes.” The word is gruff.
“Brayden.”
“He doesn’t know who, Kira. Just told him I needed time with a girl.”
My jaw juts out, and I cross my arms in front of me. “A girl? So, this is a habit of—”
I’m cut off again as he curses under his breath and lifts me up and over his shoulder in one smooth move, making me yelp.
It takes me a second to gain my bearings, but he’s already storming down the hall. All I can see are the back of his legs and the floor. I crane my head up, noting the camera sitting above the door we walked through.
It’s not the only one.
Shit.
Someone’s been getting a show. Someone we may know is watching us.
Someone who may know what’s coming, because he’s probably done this before.
Blood pulses through my veins in a growing, heated fury.
“Answer me, asshole!” I slam my fists into his lower back. “Is this one of you and your buddies’ designated spot where you fuck girls?”
There were such spots. Over the years, on more than one occasion, I watched guys take different girls down secret corridors, much like this.
How many girls has he fucked here? How many girls are dying and have died to be whisked away like this to some secret spot?
“Not here,” is all he says.
Not here? Confirming that he has fuck spots around town, but saying he hasn’t done it here. I don’t believe it, believe him.
A door slams open and we move out of the corridor and into another one, passing yet another camera. I flip off whoever might be watching.
“Put me down!” I begin to struggle against him, trying to push off him, but his arm is wrapped against my leg, hand latched only inches from my pussy.
“Calm down! Kira, I wouldn’t take you to any of those spots.”
“But you have them!” My voice is high, even to my own ears, a stupid lump in my throat. All the girls before me. All the girls that weren’t me and should have been.
I hate it and the tears clouding my vision.
He heaves a deep sigh, his pace slowing, and his fingers release their death grip. Instead of letting go, letting me get away from him, his thumb begins to caress along my inner thigh.
Small, teasing circles that make my clit twitch in anticipation each time he swipes millimeters from my panties.
“I need you, the girl I love, right here, right now. No one’s going to stop me. Not even you.”
“So, I’m the fuckdoll this time?”
“No, you’re the woman I want to do dirty things with over and over and over until the end of time. And right now, I can’t wait. Not even another fucking second.”
The fight in me dissipates. What he said turns all my resistance off, leaving me relaxed, pliant. Words I’ve always wanted to hear strung together in sentences that make me relent.
I use him, but he wants me. Not just to get off. Somehow, I finally get it—he really does want me for more than a fuck. He wants more than sex, even when I can’t give that to him.
“Okay.”
He caresses my thigh, almost in praise for giving in, and turns his head to kiss my hip. The pace picks back up and he slams open another door, kicking it shut with his foot. The world spins again as he flips me back over and onto a small table in what looks like the break room.
His eyes are dark, heavy with the lust that drove him to search me out. The black frames surrounding them only accentuating it all.
“What happened to your contacts?” I ask.
He reaches up to remove them. “Ran out, waiting for new ones.”
I shoot my hand out to stop him. “Leave them on.”
He gives me a smirk and a nod before grabbing onto my thighs and dragging me closer. We’re inches apart, so close I begin shaking in anticipation.
“So fucking demanding.”
“Me?” Seriously? My eyes narrow. “You’re the one that stormed in here and—uhn!”
His lips are on mine, the force bending me backwards as I arch up. There’s a soul-sucking desire that breaks every defense down until my body is molded to his, arms around his shoulders pulling him closer.
Needing him closer.
My teeth scrape against his bottom lip, biting it as he rocks against me.
“Baby, I need inside you so badly. Need to come. Fucking fill you with me.”
“Fuck!” I hiss out.
He needs to shut that dirty mouth up or I’ll come before he’s even inside me.
Reaching between us, mouth still on mine, I hear the zipper a split second before the hot head of his cock hits my pussy. He pushes my panties to the side and shoves his cock in.
My eyes pop open, meeting his, then pleasure, lightning filled shudders move through me. His hips don’t even pause, pumping, pushing him deeper until there’s nothing keeping him from bottoming out with each stroke.
Everything happens so fast that all I can do is hang on and take all the pleasure he’s forcing on me.
And I love it.
I’m beginning to doubt there is anyone else who can ever make me feel this good. Nothing is better than this. Forceful, possessive, taking and giving. High off the pleasure from being loved and wanted so much that he can’t stop himself from devouring me with a level of passion I never believed existed.
Each pussy-stretching thrust only makes me greedy for more. Every time he pulls out, I practically drag him back in.
The table below me screeches each time he slams into me, scratching its way across the floor. My head is tucked into the crook of his neck, sucking the skin, marking him as my legs lock around his waist. Every available inch of my body is glued to his. I want to get deeper, closer.
I move down to his jaw. “Brayden.” Our mouths are open, hot and heavy breaths exchanging between our open lips.
His hips rotate, slowing the pace, more sensual, and I let out a whimpering groan.
“Kitty?”
“More. Please, baby, I need more.”
A growl reverberates from his chest into mine before he pulls me somehow closer. His arms lock around me.
Faster, harder, deeper. Each thrust wiping my mind more and more until there’s nothing but his cock filling me, burning me. My nails dig into his shoulders as he leans me down on the table. One hand grabs hold of the edge, the other still secured around my waist.
The pounding increases in force, making my eyes roll back while I fist his shirt and arch impossibly closer into him.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” I cry into his ear, one hand grabbing his hair as I lose all ability to form words. Only sounds come out as my pussy squeezes down on him and everything in me tenses, drawing muscles tight, contorting my body.
Then everything breaks, causing me to shake beneath him as my pussy pulses and floods around him.
He’s cursing above me, but it’s lost as my brain is blasted of all thought. Just the pleasurable agony each time he thrusts, drawing my orgasm out as he finds his.