Take (Need #2)(51)

It’s such a feeble request. No strength at all, especially when she pushes back against me.

“There you go, vibrating again for me. I can feel it. I know how much you need it.”

I trail my hand along the edge of her suit and slip under, right at her mound. She draws in a shuddering breath, and my hips jerk against her.

Slick and smooth skin lies between her legs, and I’m salivating for a taste. It’s been way too f*cking long since I’ve eaten her out that I have to force myself to stop from dropping onto the floor and sucking on her * until she’s juicing all over my face.

“Do you miss me here?” I ask as I slip between her * lips, pressing in.

“N-no.”

I growl at her answer and shove two fingers in. “No lying, baby. You wouldn’t be this wet for me.”

She shakes her head. “That’s from my swimsuit.”

Her protests are so cute.

“Nice try. This . . .” I slide her juices over her clit, flicking it, making her squirm. “. . . is not water.”

I trail my other hand up her stomach and under the flimsy piece of cloth hiding her nipples. Her breast is so soft in my hand and a contrast to her nipple which is hard and begging. The moan Kira lets out as I pinch her nipple between my fingers is exactly what I need.

That sound tells me she needs this as bad as I do. These three days were just as hard for her as they were for me, despite her words.

I slide my fingers out of her * and rub up against her clit. At the same moment, I flick her nipple. She bucks against me, another moan slipping out, and her head falls back onto my shoulder.

“That’s it, Kitty. Feel what only I can do to you.”

No protests, but I don’t let her.

She’s trapped by me. One hand f*cking her *, hips rocking into her, the other hand groping her. My mouth is latched onto her neck.

I need to mark her. A reminder for her to see every time she looks in the mirror.

“B-Brayden.” Her hands latch onto me—one in my arm, the other in my hair. She moves against me in a rhythmic, desire-driven pulse.

I’m so close to bending her over and f*cking her.

“What do you want?” I ask as I nip a trail up her neck.

Her eyelids are heavy, her juicy lips hanging open. So far gone, so close to coming she can’t even respond.

I let go of her tit and slide up to her jaw, grabbing hold and tipping her face toward mine.

As soon as my lips find hers, she searches out my tongue.

It sets off a spark, and I pull her so hard against me that my palm grinds into her clit.

The kiss is wet and electric, and I can’t stop devouring her. The second I find her g-spot, she screams into my mouth before tightening her grip and biting down on my lower lip.

It’s so strong—our intensity, our want.

All I want is to crawl inside her.

Grinding, purring, my Kitty can’t stop moving. Her * clamps down on my fingers, and I know what’s coming.

My hand stops and I slow my kisses, despite her protests.

It’s f*cking hard, torturous even, but necessary.

Her whimpers and pleas cut through me, but it’s a lesson I need her to remember—she needs me as much as I need her.

“I know you want more, Kira.”

“Please!” Her hips grind against my hand, searching for more.

“You were so f*cking greedy for it, and you still are.”

I slip my fingers back in, and she shivers in my arms.

It takes every bit of strength in me to pull away from her. So difficult when I know how close she is, how bad she needs it. Her hands are braced on the counter as she turns around.

Her expression . . . Holy f*ck, I’m almost coming in my jeans from the strength of her lust.

“Please.”

The desperation in her tone tears at me, makes me want to surrender. But I can’t.

She has to see, has to remember, has to feel our connection at its strongest. Soak in it until it permeates every last part of her again.

“Not right now.”

Her brow scrunches up, eyes watering in what I’m guessing is sheer frustration. “Why?”

“When your friends leave, when you can’t stand it anymore. When you need to finish yourself off, find me.”

She steps forward and grabs on to my shirt. “I want it now. I can’t go up there like this.”

“Later,” I press, despite my dick begging to put her on the counter and drive into her.

“Now.”

“Five minutes ago, you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

“And now I’m like this, and it’s your fault.”

I smirk at her. “Then come find me later. Find out just how good the buildup can be. Come to me, and I’ll make you come harder than you ever have before.”

Her jaw locks, and she slaps her hand against my chest. “Asshole!”

“Oh, I’ll be taking that soon, baby, but not tonight.”

She stares up at me in shock, giving me the opportunity to step back and out. I turn around when I reach the doorway and give a couple strokes to my cock.

“See you soon.”

Her thighs clamp together as she bites down on her bottom lip, making me second-guess my leaving.

I take a few deep breaths on my way to the staircase.