Own (Need #3)

by K. I. Lynn

  I rub my face with my hands. “Now I feel like a huge bitch all over again.” How could I doubt Brayden? He’s been busting his ass to do right by me.

  “Stop chastising yourself, you’re human, and you’re utterly in love with him. It’s normal.”

  “It’s still not right. I owe him more faith than that.”

  But an hour later, he still hasn’t responded.

  “Okay. I’d be officially freaking out by now. Text him. Something along the lines of ‘Austin is coming to pick me up in five minutes. Talk to you later.’”

  I laugh at Dana’s comment. She’s so bad. What the hell was my brother thinking ever going up against someone like her? I’m sure he lived to regret it. “He’s also driving back super early in the morning, so he’s probably in bed early for that.”

  She nods, but the look on her face is disbelieving.

  It’s only 8:30pm. Therefore, I don’t blame her for the disbelief. I’m grasping at straws here and I know it.

  “Well, we agreed we weren’t going to get drunk, but . . .”

  It’s a bad idea but I’m right there with her. “Another round?”

  She smiles and slams her hand on the table. “My kind of girl.”

  I somehow managed to shower without slipping and breaking my neck.

  I’ve gotten so used to showering at Brayden’s, that using the shared showers here sucks for me now.

  Jenna still isn’t back yet. I suspect she won’t be back until late tomorrow. Just in case I send her a text to make sure she’s all right.

  Yeah, I’m aware I’m not her mom but I can’t help worrying for her regardless.

  I almost trip getting into my bed. My promise to not get drunk went down the shitter after that last round of shots. Somehow, that turned into another three rounds.

  I fall face first into the bed and within an instant I’m passed out.

  My phone’s ringing incessantly. I can feel it vibrating against my face.

  The last thing I want to do is wake up. Why can’t they just leave me alone?

  I roll over and shut my eyes tight, determined to ignore it. Happiness floods me when the phone stops ringing seconds later. Sighing, I curl back up and go back to sleep.

  It’s ringing again.

  Actually, I think I heard it ringing in my dreams. Non-stop. Annoying.

  Groaning, I roll onto my back. The world is pounding. My mouth is so fucking dry.

  That phone won’t shut the fuck up.

  I think I feel it vibrating under my pillow. Whoever is calling isn’t going to leave me alone until I answer.

  I search blindly under my pillow until I find my phone and answer without looking at who’s calling.

  “What?”

  “Kira where have you been?”

  A wave of equal parts giddiness and anger flow inside me at the sound of Brayden’s voice.

  “Home. In bed.” Jesus. My voice sounds like shit.

  Brayden’s silent for a few seconds. “Are you okay?”

  I try swallowing to help ease the dryness in my mouth. All it does is make it worse. “I’m trying to sleep.”

  “I’ve been trying to call you.”

  I pull the phone away from my ear. Squinting at it, I pull up my call records to see when his calls began. “Yeah,” I say, bringing the phone back to my ear. “Three hours after I text you and over twelve hours since I last heard from you. Sorry I didn’t stay up waiting by the phone.”

  “You’re angry at me. I get it.”

  No. I don’t think he does. “I really need to go back to bed, if you don’t mind. My head’s pounding.”

  “What were you doing?”

  “Are you going to honestly answer that question if I ask you?”

  “Kira . . .”

  Dear God, he’s annoyingly persistent when he wants to be. “I have an issue, okay?”

  “An issue?”

  “Yeah. I’ve developed a bad habit of drinking my problems away.”

  “Your problems . . . You’re drunk.”

  I don’t like the condemnation in his tone. “I was,” I snap. “I’m coming down off it and I would like to sleep through most of it.”

  “Kitty, I’m going to tell you. You know that right? When the time is right, I’ll tell you everything.”

  My heart speeds up, which does nothing to help my headache. “Tell me what? Why can’t you tell me now? What’s going on Brayden?”

  “I can’t tell you, yet. But I promise I will soon. As soon as it’s all sorted out.”

  “You’re hurting me with your secrecy,” I whisper.

  He curses softly. “I’ll hurt you a lot worse if I drag you into this.”

  Despite how shitty I feel, I sit up at that, alarmed. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”

  “No. Nothing like that. Just . . . You know I love you, right?”

  I chew on the inside of my cheek.

  “Tell me you know I love you, Kira.”

  Thinking back on everything he’s done for me the last few months, all the emotional hits he endured, how hard he’s tried to change his ways, there’s only one answer I can give him. “Yes.”

  “Then trust me. Please, baby. I know this isn’t easy on you, but please trust me.”

  “I miss you,” I say instead, because the tone of his voice is slicing me up and all I want is to be in his arms.

  “I fucking miss you so much it’s killing me.”

  Yet he went twelve hours without even texting me a single word.

  I bite back that comment. I’m stuck between righteous anger and guilt for not trusting him.

  “Kira, please tell me you’ll trust me.”

  I can’t promise that. I’d be lying. But I can promise something else truthfully. “I’ll try, Brayden. I promise I’ll try my absolute best.”

  I love coming home to find Kira on my couch. It makes my day better, just seeing her sitting there, studying. All because of what it means. After all the years of pain, she’s finally mine. We’ve fallen back into old habits, like friends reuniting after years apart. In some ways, it feels like no time has passed at all, so when the reminders come, they hit hard.

  “Hey, baby,” she says as she looks up from her books.

  Fuck.

  Baby.

  I set my bag down, along with the groceries I picked up on my way home, and walk over to her. She’s smiling up at me and that, in combination with her simply being here, turns me on.

  “What are you up to?”

  “I’m almost done with this paper.”

  I lean down and press my lips to hers. It’s more than the quick peck she was thinking when I lean in as she tries to pull away.

  “How close?”

  She blinks at me and looks down to her laptop, then back at me. “Umm, an hour?”

  I run my fingers across my lips as I look down at her. My cock started to get hard the second I saw her, and it’s already pressing against my jeans. When she breaks my stare, her eyes drift down and I can see pink start to spread across her cheeks.

  Spreading my legs, I straddle hers and lean forward, hands gripping the back of the couch, caging her in with my body. My crotch is inches from her face. A groan slips out as I stare down at her biting her lip and looking up at me from under her lashes.

  “You can’t wait an hour?” she asks even as she reaches to undo my belt.

  Her hands are cool against my skin and I let out a shuddering breath as she pulls me out. Two seconds and I’m a panting fucking mess, her tongue lapping at the tip, lips wrapping around the head.

  I wasn’t fully hard, but the second she reached for me, all the blood moved to my dick.

  Maybe if she can suck me off real quick, I can get my brain back with the program. There’s a plan I’ve been brewing for days, and I’m ready to unleash it on her.

  Problem is, she won’t be finishing her paper tonight and I don’t care, because her fucking hot, wet mouth is almost down to the base of my shaft, hitting a new record.
r />   “Jesus, baby, fuck.”

  Her lips are the best. I’ve gotten head lots in the past, but nothing compares to her.

  My grip on the couch is so hard my knuckles are white. A shudder runs through me. One of her hands cups my balls, the other wraps around my shaft while her head moves back and forth. It takes everything in me not to grab onto her hair and fuck her face, to stay still, but I need her to suck me dry on her own.

  I need her to take it from me like I’m going to take it from her.

  Her lips are stretched around me, creating the most erotic view. My mouth’s hanging open and I can feel my balls draw up.

  “That’s it, baby.”

  In and out. Swallowing me. Watching inch by inch disappear between her lips.

  I can’t think. Can hardly speak as my muscles lock down.

  I stop breathing, every nerve in my body exploding. She’s still fucking sucking, swallowing each blast I empty into her mouth.

  When my cock stops twitching, she takes in as much as she can and pulls off, her tongue wiping off every inch until her lips pop off with a smack. My legs give out, knees crash down to the couch on either side of her.

  “Feel better?” she asks, her hands resting on my hips.

  I shake my head, still panting. “No.”

  “No?”

  I drop my arms down as my head falls to her neck. Reaching between us, I press against the seam of her jeans, driving it against her clit and making her gasp. I lick her neck before biting down while I press harder.

  “Not until you come, and then I fill you.”

  “I have to finish my paper.” It’s a weak protest. She’s too turned on, rocking her hips against my hand.

  “Later.”

  She lets out a little mewling protest that only spurs me on. Lips on hers, my tongue opens her mouth, giving her a sample of what I’m going to do to her pussy in a few short minutes. I want her naked and spread for me.

  “Come on, Kitty.” I stand up, and pull her with me.

  I can’t keep my hands off her as we walk the short distance back to the bedroom. She’s sucking on my tongue like she did my dick. My girl’s more than excited, and hopefully she still will be when she sees what I’ve got planned.

  Fuck, it’s been days since I’ve had her pussy in my mouth. Tasted her on my tongue. Too fucking long since I ate her out.

  Between school and all the other shit, it’s been hard to get more than a quickie in over the past few weeks. But now it’s time. I’ve carved out this space of time for a specific purpose, and I intend to spend it trapped between her thighs in one way or another.

  I’m tearing at her clothes, pulling off each piece between desperate kisses. Littering the floor, creating a trail as we go. She reaches back as I tug at her jeans, popping her bra off and setting free the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.

  Maybe that’s because I’m biased toward her. Whatever. All I know is I want to bite her tit, suck on her nipple until she pushes me off.

  Almost there. I’ve got her flat on her back as I tug her jeans down her legs.

  “Fuck, where are your panties?”

  She bites her lip as she smiles down at me. “I took a shower after class, only to find I had no clean panties here.”

  We’ve been so busy that the laundry has piled up to the point of overflowing.

  I step forward and nudge her knees apart. “Lucky me.” Her pussy lips are shiny, her skin puffing up and begging me to spread her open.

  Leaning down, I wrap my lips around one of her nipples and suck. She bucks beneath me, drawing in a sharp breath. I trail my hand down, slipping over her mound, across her clit to her slick slit.

  “Mmm, Kitty, we’re going to have so much fun.”

  I dive down between her thighs, throwing her legs over my shoulders. The first lick gets my cock stirring again. My tongue explodes with her flavor and I moan, licking, pushing my tongue inside her to get more.

  Her chest rises and falls, the back of her hand against her mouth. I can’t take my eyes off her and when her heavy eyes open and look down, her face scrunches up in the most beautiful torture.

  It makes me want to do more, to not just have her panting, but screaming my name with her hands fisting my hair, pushing my face into her.

  There will be more, but I’ll start with my fingers so I don’t freak her out. I move up to suck on her clit, flick it with my tongue. She bucks under me, and I waste no time slamming two fingers deep into her pussy.

  “Fuck!” she cries, my name coming out in a broken breath.

  Her pussy is so hot and wet my dick is jealous of my fingers, especially when she squeezes down, tightening like her whole body is. My fingers are soaked as I lean over her, fucking her with them, pressing against her G-spot.

  I’m practically dripping with her juices. I pull out of her pussy and the whine that stutters from her makes my raging dick twitch.

  “Nooo! Please.”

  I lean down and flick my tongue against her clit and suck it between my lips. Her hands pull at my hair while I slide my fingers down and press them against her tight puckered hole.

  She squirms beneath me, but tries to relax like we’ve practiced, and I get one fingertip in, then the other. My teeth scrape against her clit as my tongue laps at her pussy. A shuddering moan leaves her and she tries to flex her hips up, but I’m in charge today. She can ride my face later.

  I time the lashing of my tongue with the thrusts of my fingers. Fucking her ass, working her open each time I push in and open my fingers as I pull out.

  “Baby, please . . . oh fuck.”

  She stops breathing, her muscles tensing, thighs shaking. Her scream echoes around the room and I keep going until she pushes against me, her body jerking as aftershocks rock her.

  I lick my lips as I pull my fingers out, sucking in more of her sweetness. She’s naked, boneless, and laid out on my bed, exhausted from a body crippling orgasm.

  Fuck, that makes me feel like a king.

  I did that to her. Turned her into a pile of spent flesh.

  Me.

  Only I can do it and I will be the only one for the rest of her life.

  I grab a bag out from under the bedside table, and pull out the dildo I bought the other day. It’s perfect, good for pussy and ass with a finger loop to help drive it in and out of her. The size is smaller than my dick, but not by a lot and it’s bigger than the other toys we’ve been using.

  “What is that?” Kira asks. Her eyes are wide, almost horrified.

  She knows.

  I’ve been slowly working her ass open, getting her used to it a little bit at a time. Prepping her for my cock. This is the final step before her fucking tight ass is going to stretch around me. No more toys or plugs.

  “Have you ever thought about DP?”

  “DP . . .” Her eyes widen further and she shakes her head. “That and you? No way. It’ll never work.”

  She’s worried, but I know it will be okay.

  “Oh, baby, we’ve watched enough porn together to know it will work.”

  She pulls in a breath and it shudders. Proof that she’s just as fucking excited about it as I am, she just doesn’t want to admit it.

  But I’m going to make her. Have her tell me exactly how badly she needs my cock in her. Tease her until she can’t stop coming. As much as my cock is begging for her pussy, I have to do this first.

  “Do you want my cock?”

  She nods.

  “Where?” I ask

  “Brayden.”

  “Where?”

  “In my pussy,” she answers.

  It’s what I knew she was going to say.

  “Then what about this?”

  She lets out a little whimper. I smirk down at her and rub the tip of the dildo against her slit, getting it wet from her flooded pussy. She rocks against it, but I place an open hand against her abdomen, holding her down.

  My lip twitches and I push it forward, all the way. Kira’s entire body arch
es, her mouth open wide in a silent scream. There’s no breath in her body, I’ve taken it away.

  “Look at that, you got your new toy all wet,” I say as I slowly pull it out.

  The desire to see the black silicone spreading her ass works me up even more. It takes all the strength I have to not just throw it to the side and shove my cock in instead.

  Kira whimpers, her hand reaching for me, her eyes drawing me in. She claws at me, wanting me to give it to her, to bury myself deep inside her. A growl rips from me and I slam one of her legs down to the bed, opening her up to me.

  Reaching back to the bedside table, I grab the lube and drip some on her puckered ass. Even though the dildo is still wet with her juices, I drizzle some of the lube on the tip is well.

  “Relax,” I say as I press the bulbous tip against her tight, pink skin and push.

  My dick twitches, watching her spread around the silicone, just imagining how tight it would feel around me. Shallow pants make Kira’s chest bounce, her hands fisting the sheets.

  And I can’t tear my eyes away from the erotic view of her ass swallowing each inch all the way to the finger loop.

  “Oh, fuck!” she cries out. Her thighs try to close, forcing me to press harder, keep her down.

  Pulling on the dildo, I watch it slide slowly back out almost all the way before pushing it back in. My cock twitches, precome leaking from the tip, crying with the need to fuck her.

  Once more, in and out.

  Her pussy’s leaking, glistening, begging and she’s thrashing on the bed, her fingers crawling down her stomach and ghosting across her clit.

  I shove the dildo all the way to the hilt and rub the head of my cock at her entrance and push in. My head spins, cock aching as Kira convulses beneath me. Her eyes roll back and a guttural moan rips from her as she shakes.

  I can feel the dildo filling her ass, pressing against my dick through the thin barrier. She’s never been this tight.

  “Fuck.” I shake my head from side to side, holding back the urge, the need to come.