Take (Need #2)(31)

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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 * 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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.