"I want to try it without a condom. If you do." She looks up at me. "Do you?"
My cock threatens to take over. "Yeah." Why are we here? I could be fucking her in the backseat. I could feel every inch of her flesh against mine.
"Oh. Good."
"Fucking great."
"Fucking great." She moves to the racks of lingerie in front. Flips through a set of animal print thongs. "Why is cheetah print sexy?" Her voice is nervous. But it's plenty loud.
We are the only people in here, besides the salesgirl.
But still...
Her confidence fills me with a pride that goes all the way to my bones.
"Brendon?" She holds up a cheetah print thong. "Can you explain it to me?"
"It's a thong."
She laughs. "I get that part. But the animal print?"
I shrug. "Fuck if I know." I join her at the rack. Go straight to a row filled with lacy pink stuff. "Now this—" I pick out a sheer pink bra and panty set. "This is sexy."
"Why?"
"You really have to ask?"
"Have to is relative."
"It's sweet. Innocent. Angelic."
Her cheeks flush. "It's too small. I'm the next size up."
I trade it in for the next size. "I'm buying this for you."
"I thought we were here for a—" She lowers her voice. "For something else."
"You can say vibrator. They have a whole wall of them."
"An entire wall?" She scans the room for said wall. "How am I supposed to know what to get?"
"We could ask the salesgirl for help."
Kaylee's eyes go wide. Her lips press together. She shakes her head no way. "I can ask you for help."
Perfect. I press my palm into her lower back and lead her toward said wall. Only I take the long way.
Kaylee gawks as we pass a wall of porn. She stops to stare at all the lifelike dildos.
"It... it has veins." She reaches out to touch one of the packages. It's modeled after some porn star. "Is that sexy?"
"I'd know?"
"True. But... it's just..." She tilts her head to the other side. "Why?"
"Capitalism."
She laughs. "Of course." She looks up at me. "I like punk rock anarchist commie Brendon. But I think... I think whatever you'd call this guy—the small business owner who shops at Ikea—I think he's more you."
"You'd feel different if you appreciated The Ramones—"
She laughs. "And you'd feel differently if you appreciated The Smiths. But no one is perfect." She turns to check out the rack behind us. Ball gags. Then bondage gear. She picks up an under the bed restraints kit. "Do you have one of these?"
"Of course."
"Or... do you use rope with the bed?"
"Both."
She turns it over to read the label. "You, um, we haven't that much. Maybe we could... try it again? Soon."
"Today?"
"Today is soon."
"You sure?" I'm already thinking about it. Fuck, I'm already getting hard.
"Positive." She replaces the restraints kit then moves forward. Right to the wall of vibrators—and it really is a wall of demo units. "Shit. You weren't kidding."
I nod.
"How do I pick just one..."
"How do you fuck yourself?"
"Uh, well, I just... you mean, specifically?"
I force myself to stare into her eyes. "Yeah."
"I guess I..." Her cheeks flush, but she pushes through. "I rub my clit."
"You ever fuck yourself with your fingers?"
"No. Not usually."
"You want to?"
She picks up a bullet vibrator and turns it over in her hand. "Um... I wouldn't mind. But I'd rather... I'd rather it be you."
I reach over her to pick up a demo unit. It's big enough to fuck her with, but it's still small and sleek. "Something like this?" I turn it on and press it against her fingertip.
She stares up at me. "Maybe."
I turn it off. Set it down. Find the rabbit style vibrator at the end of the row.
Kaylee's eyes go wide as she takes it in. "Oh. So that's... and then that's... and it just..."
"Yeah."
She swallows hard. "That seems intense."
"It is." At least, that's what I hear. "You want to try it?"
"Yeah. I do."
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Brendon
Kaylee's cheeks flush a deeper red with every step she takes upstairs. Her gait speeds. She stumbles over the top step. "I, uh... I'm kind of distracted."
"Thinking about being tied to my bed?"
She takes an unsteady step into the hallway. "You know that. Don't brag."
No deal. Thinking about her tied to my bed, forced to take every ounce of pleasure I want to give her—
If I can't brag about that then what good is bragging?
Her hips sway as she moves into the bedroom. Fuck, her ass is perfect. I want to watch it slam into my pelvis as I fuck her from behind.
I want her every fucking way I can have her.
I tear off the toy's packaging as I step into my bedroom. Cardboard and paper flutters to the ground. I need to clean up all the evidence of that. But not now.
Now, I need her coming until she can't take it anymore.
"Take off your dress," I demand.
She nods. Her eyes get bright. Bold. She stares back at me, daring me to resist touching her, as she unzips her dress and slides it to her ankles.
Fuck, she's wearing that pair of panties. The one with Paradise plastered on the crotch.
My voice drops right to that demanding tone. "You wear that for me, angel?"
She nods.
I move close enough to touch her. Toss the vibrator on the bed. Trace the outline of her bra with my fingertips. "This too?"
"Yes." Her voice is dripping with confidence. "I wore my dress to torture you too." She slides her hand under my t-shirt and presses her palm against my stomach. "It gets me off, driving you out of your mind."
"What else gets you off, angel?"
"Thinking about you."
"Specifically."
"About you pinning me against the wall so hard my cheek is pressed against it. Us in some semi-secluded public place. You exposing my breasts, playing with them like you need me on display."
Blood rushes to my cock. "What else?"
"You throwing me on the bed. Peeling off my jeans. Spanking me. Holding me down and fucking me from behind." Her cheeks flush. "You're not the only one with dirty thoughts, Brendon. You're not the only one who fantasizes about it rough."
Two weeks ago, I wouldn't have believed her.
But now, I do.
It's still hard for me to wrap my head around sweet, innocent Kay wanting it as rough as I do.
But the fire in her eyes—
The way she's standing strong and proud—
She's not a clueless girl.
She's a woman who knows what she wants.
And, fuck, I love her even more like this.
I blink a few times.
I love her.
It's so fucking obvious, but I've never put it together. I've never thought about loving someone. Not like this.
I love every fucking inch of her.
Everything that brings her joy.
Everyplace she hurts.
I want her happy before I want me happy.
But then that's been the case for a long fucking time.
"Brendon." She slides her hand up my stomach, over my chest. "Are you going to leave me waiting?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't think you have it in you. Not today." She rises to her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. Her other hand goes to my hips. Then she's cupping my cock over my jeans. "You're so hard."
"Yeah."
"Fuck me."
"Not yet." I bring my hands to her waist and pull her body against mine. My lips find hers. Fuck, she tastes so good, and the way she groans against my lips—
She's needy.
Eager.
I want to fuck her. I want to bury myself inside her.
But I want her screaming for it first.
I want her so desperate for my cock that she doesn't have another thought in her head.
That she's sure she'll never think anything again.
I slide my hands up her back, unhook her bra, and slide it off her shoulders.
Kaylee's arms drop to her sides. Then they're on my hips and she's arching her back, rubbing against me.
She purrs as I toy with her nipple.
I bring my lips to hers.
Her kiss is hard. Hungry. Needy.
I tease her as I slide my tongue around hers.
I tease her until she's shaking. Then I move to her nipple and tease her more.
Her pink nails dig into my skin.
Her hips rock against mine.
She needs me so fucking badly.
I drag my lips down her neck, over her collarbone, to her chest. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck softly.
Her hands find my hair. "Fuck."
I do it again.
"Brendon." Her hips rock against me. Her hand knots in my hair. "God."
I suck harder.
Her groan echoes around the room.
I toy with her until she's shaking. Then I bring my hand between her thighs and I stroke her over her panties.
She's fucking dripping.
I can feel it even with all that cotton in the way.
"Fuck." She tugs at my hair.
She bucks against me. Again and again.
I push her closer to the edge.
Suck a little harder.
Stroke a little softer.
I watch need spill over her expression. Her eyelids press together. Her brow knits. Her teeth sink into her lip.
She's so fucking close.
But she's not coming on my hand.
Not today.
I bring my hands to her hips and push her onto the bed.
She falls onto her back. Looks up at me with a mix of need and affection in her eyes.
"Scoot up and put your hands over your head," I demand.
She holds my gaze as she moves up the bed.
Her hands go to her hips.
She pushes her panties to her knees then kicks them off her ankles.
Then she brings her hands over her head.
Fuck, she's baiting me.
If it was someone else, it would annoy me.
But on her I fucking love it.
I pull my bondage rope from the bedside table and place my body next to hers.
She looks up at me, watching me tie a knot around her wrists and tie it to the railing of the bed.
Her breath hitches in her throat as I test the restraints.
Her fingers curl into her palms.
Her teeth sink into her lips.
She fucking likes being bound.
It's not exactly news. I could tell that last time. But I was too caught up in finally having her to notice just how much she wanted it.
Kay.
My angel.
My demanding dirty girl.
Fuck, the desire in her eyes is making my balls tight.
I need to be inside her.
But this first.
This for as long as she can fucking stand it.
I press her knees apart and kneel between them.
She looks up at me with a plea in her soft green eyes. "Brendon. Please."
Fuck, the way my name rolls off her lips.
Like she needs me more than she's ever needed anything.
Like I really do replace all the hurt in her life with pleasure.
I know I can't do that everywhere. The whole supportive boyfriend thing—fuck, I have no idea if I'm capable of that.
But I can do this.
I can satisfy her here.
I pick up the vibrator and turn it on.
Kaylee gasps at the sound of the buzz.
Nervousness spills into her expression.
But there's trust in her eyes.
Fuck, I need every ounce of that.
I need it in my bones.
I need it a hell of a lot more than I need to be inside her.
And I really fucking need to be inside her.
I tap the toy against her inner thigh. It's on the lowest setting, but, still, it makes her jump. Well, as much as she can jump bound to my bed.
My eyes lock with hers.
She nods keep going.
I bring it higher. Press it against her soft skin.
Her toes curl.
Again, she nods keep going.
Higher.
Higher.
Almost.
I press it against her clit.
"Fuck." Her pupils dilate. Her nails sink into her palm.
I keep it pressed against her.
Her eyelids flutter together.
A groan falls off her lips.
Another.
She tugs at her restrains. "More."
I grab the lube from the bedside table, slather it over the toy, and bring it to her cunt.
The brush of it makes her jump.
"Fuck." She arches her back, rocking her hips. Her eyes meet mine. They plead now.
Slowly, I slide the toy inside her.
Her eyes go wide.
Her thighs press against my legs.
Her toes curl into the bed.
Fuck, it's so beautiful watching pleasure spill over her face.
I bring the rabbit ears to her clit.
Her breath catches in her throat.
A groan falls off her lips.
She arches her back, pushing the toy deeper.
Every single part of her is begging for more.
It's the best thing I've ever seen.
Slowly, I push the toy deeper.
Then I bring it out, all the way to the tip.
Her eyelids flutter open. She stares up at me, those green eyes heavy with need. "Please."
I push the toy inside her then pull it out.
I do it again.
A little harder.
There. Her teeth sink into her lips. Her groan vibrates down her chest. This is exactly how she needs it.
I push the toy deeper.
A few thrusts and she's tugging at her restraints.
A few more and her eyelids flutter closed.
Her groans get louder. Lower.
With the next thrust, she comes. It's so fucking beautiful watching pleasure spill all the way to her fingers and toes.
She shakes. She pants. She groans my name again and again.
I give her a moment to catch her breath, then I thrust the toy inside her again. I fill her with steady thrusts. Until I'm jealous of the fucking vibrator. Until I'm desperate to toss it aside and bury myself in her.
Then I thrust it into her again.
Her lips part. "Fuck. God. I... Uh..." She tries to reach for me. Rubs against the restraints instead. It makes her groan. It makes her legs shake. It makes her hips buck.
She fucking likes being at my mercy.
It's a good thing, because I fucking love it. I need it. Every drop of it.
She rocks through her next orgasm, groaning my name, shaking as she pulses.
This time, I don't give her a chance to catch her breath.
I fuck her harder. Deeper.
"Brendon. Fuck..." She bites her lips. "It's... I..."
"You want me to stop?" My voice is a dare. It's a lot to take. But she can handle it.
I drive the toy into her again.
Again.
Again.
"Uh... I... Uh... no." She bucks her hips. "Oh. Fuck. Fuck."
She goes fucking crazy. Panting. Shaking. Groaning my name loud enough to get the neighbors calling in a noise complaint.
I watch every bit of pleasure spill over her face as she comes again.
The I pull the toy away, turn it off, toss it aside.
"Please." She looks up at me. Watch
es with rapt attention as I pull my t-shirt over my head. Undo my jeans and slide them off my hips.
I don't have the fucking time to lose them completely. I need to be inside her.
I nudge her knees apart and bring my body onto hers.
Her chest presses against mine. She kisses me hard and deep. She kisses me like she's claiming me. Like she'll never get enough of my lips and my hands and my cock and my torture.
My hands plant outside her shoulders.
My tip strains against her.
Fuck, there's nothing in the way.
Just my flesh against hers.
It feels too fucking good.
And I'm too fucking close to the edge.
I have to pull back. To kiss her harder. To knot my hand in her long blond hair.
She groans against my mouth. Rocking her hips. Begging me for more. Begging me to take her.
I shift my hips.
Fill her with one hard, deep thrust.
She pulls back to gasp. "Fuck." Her eyes meet mine. They're hazy with lust, need, love—every fucking thing in the world. "Don't stop."
Like hell. "Fuck, Kay, you feel good."
There's nothing in the way.
My cock against her cunt.
Her soft, slick walls enveloping me.
Fuck—
My body takes over.
I rock into her with steady thrusts.
Her hips buck in time with mine.
She groans as she pushes me deeper.
As her wrists strain against the restraints.
As I tug at her hair.
I stare back into her eyes until I can't take it anymore.
My lids press together.
And my lips find hers.
I kiss her as I drive into her.
We stay locked like that until she's groaning against my lips, her cunt pulsing around my cock.
Fuck.
It pushes me over the edge.
With my next thrust, I come.
Pleasure spreads through my torso.
I rock through my orgasm, spilling inside her.
Fuck, the satisfaction goes all the way to my bones.
Her body is mine.
And mine is hers.
And it really is fucking perfect.
I stay inside her until I'm going soft. Then I undo her restraints and pull her body against mine.
She drags her fingers over my chest, tracing the lines of my ink. "That was—"
"Yeah."
"You..." She looks up at me. "Just thanks. For the toy. And for... for everything."
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