Take (Need #2)(32)

I let my head fall back, moaning loud as f*ck. 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 *. 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 until all I feel is a f*cked up mix of pleasure and pain. “Kitty, you make me feel so good . . . can’t f*cking 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 f*cking 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.

That’s over and done with.

I made it so.

But he keeps bouncing back, chipping away at my resolve, telling me he loves me.

And I see the change, I do, but it doesn’t matter. It’s been so long I don’t know how easy it will be to change the dynamic of our relationship or how I think about him. Especially since he’s resolved to make me fall in love with him.

We pull into the parking lot, where he finds a spot near the entrance and we walk in.

As we step onto the escalator to the showroom, he turns and smiles at me. “How’s it feel to be done with high school?”

I shrug. “Good, I guess.”

“Are you excited for OSU?”

My gaze narrows on him. “Why so interested?”

The smile drops from his lips and eyes, revealing that beaten, hollow look I’ve seen a few times since he came back. He turns from me to get off the escalator and walks off, forcing me to jog to make up his lead.

I mash my teeth together as we pass by the first few displays to stop myself from reaching out and asking if he’s okay. To comfort him.

That’s not how we are anymore. I don’t care for him the same way. I can’t. Sure, my body still reacts to his, but that’s it.

An awkward silence surrounds us as we walk, then suddenly, he falls from my peripheral. My head snaps over in time to watch him land onto a couch. He frowns, then stands and moves to the one behind it. By the fourth couch, I’m next to him, arms crossed and brow raised.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” he asks, then reaches for my arm, pulling me down next to him. “What do you think of this one?”

I bounce on it to form some opinion for him, my head moving back and forth. “It’s okay. A little hard.”