Take (Need #2)(44)

Within seconds, we’re practically flying down the highway at an unholy speed. His hand starts inching its way up my thigh. I latch onto his wrist, squeezing tight. “No, Brayden. Keep your eyes on the road.”

“My eyes are on the road, Kitty.” He merges from the middle lane onto the right one, not slowing down one bit. “Now let me grab what’s mine.”

Heart in my throat, I let his wrist go. Adrenaline pumps hard through my veins. My eyes are locked unblinking on the road speeding past us. Every beat of my heart seems to echo in my ears. Brayden slides his hand between my legs, the tips of his fingers finding my clit.

I flinch at the fierce shot of pleasure his touch sends through me. “Br-Brayden . . .”

“Move your cunt on my fingers, baby.”

Is he crazy? I can’t believe he wants to finger f*ck me while driving at almost a hundred miles per hour! “You’re insane. Stop. We can’t right now.”

His fingers thrust into me roughly and his palm hits my clit. “Yeah, we f*cking can. I want my * riding and coming around my fingers, and you’re going to give it to me.”

My back arches on the seat. I’m too turned on to fight this. Closing my eyes, I give in, forgetting everything but the feel of those two thick fingers stretching me wide. Three thrusts, that’s all it takes, and suddenly I’m coming, my mouth open on a silent scream.

Brayden growls under his breath, f*cking me faster. I feel the car change lanes again, another acceleration, my juices gathering on his hands and the seat beneath me. The world goes quiet after that, my senses gathering into the calm darkness.

The tires screech beneath the car, jolting me out of my semi-trance. I open my eyes in time to see him taking the exit ramp at almost maximum speed, blowing through every light that comes after. What seems like seconds later, he practically slams the car into a parking spot in front of an apartment complex.

“Is this where you live?” I ask, breathless.

He slams out of the car without answering. I catch a glimpse of his expression as he turns to head around to my side. Unclipping my seat belt, I open the door right as he reaches me. He practically lifts me out of the car and kicks the door closed.

Grabbing my hand, he pulls me straight across the parking lot, his much longer strides making it difficult for me to keep up. We reach the door to one of the two-story buildings. He opens it and guides me inside. “Second floor, baby. Hurry.”

I take the steps as fast as I can, hearing his pounding footsteps following me. At the landing, I turn.

“The door on the left,” he says, grabbing my arm and leading me.

I’m dragged into his apartment and barely get a second to take it in before he’s pressing me to the wall next to the door. He crowds me, giving me no room for escape. Eyes ablaze with emotion, he stares at me.

What is he looking for? Permission?

But I know very well what he wants from me, and it’s not permission. What he wants is something I refuse to give him.

“This is just sex between us,” I tell him, breathing hard.

“Keep telling yourself that,” is his answer.

Nothing else is said between us.

Nothing else needs to be said.

We both know where we stand—what our end goals in this situation are.

And we’re still going to f*ck each other’s brains out because we have no other choice.

His thumb grazes my lip, a perfect, tantalizing touch. He knows just how to work me, even with such a simple caress. “Tell me you’re dying for my cock. At least give me that.”

I open my mouth, eyes locked with his as I suck him inside. My * ripples, hungry to replace my mouth. “I’m dying for your cock, Brayden. As much as you’re dying for my *.”

He can’t hold back his anguished groan, nor the bone-deep yearning I see in his expression.

Killing. Me.

No pity. No remorse.

It’s starting to feel like soon, I won’t have any choice in how this ends.

To silence the annoying thoughts going through my mind, I pull his head down to me, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.

He doesn’t move, letting me take the reins, but every small groan he gives me pounds straight in my *. Licking my top lip lightly, he whispers, “Tell me you love my lips.”

I’m too far gone to process what that really means, what my answer might divulge. “I love your lips.” Humming, I suck on them again and lift a leg to wrap it around his hips.

His body shivers against mine. “Admit that you live for them, baby.” He lets the tip of this tongue flick mine, but doesn’t give me anything more.

I rock my hips into him, rubbing my aching slit along his rock-hard cock. “Live for them.” I pull on his hair, trying to urge him to open his mouth for me. That tongue. Fuck, it drives me crazy.

His big hand slides down my back to tightly grip my bare ass under the tutu. “Yeah? What else do you live for, baby? This?” He punctuates the last word with a thrust, blatantly rubbing that monster between his legs into my cunt.

“Brayden.” I jump up and lift my other leg, wrapping both around his hips. He wraps his arms around me, holding me up as I roll my hips in circles. I kiss his cheeks, his jaw, the corner of his lips, silently asking him to open his mouth and give me what I need.

Tightening his arms to the point of pain, he thrusts up, his chest heaving beneath mine. “Answer me, Kira. I want to know you need me just as bad as I need you.”