Take (Need #2)(67)

I hear his deep swallow, and the sound of it turns me on so much.

Eyes on my hand, I watch it move from his shoulder. My fingers graze his clavicle before moving down to his chest. Beneath my hand, his heart is a wild war drum, a powerful beat that speeds up my own. I trace his nipple, loving the way his breath catches.

“You’re f*cking killing me here,” he grits out.

Laughing under my breath, I let my fingers trail down to his glorious, glorious abs. There are no words to describe this six pack. I’ve kissed, licked, and bitten it many times, and I still can’t get over how sexy his midsection is.

I reach the band of his red swim trunks. His cock is even harder than it’d been in the kitchen earlier. Hard and pulsing for my touch. Panting, I dip my finger just inside the waistband.

Like a f*cking bullet, that man grabs both my hands and maneuvers me so I’m lying on my back. He does it so fast I barely have time to register my new position and then he’s crawling over me, his movements slowing down to that of a deadly predator.

That large body moving over mine with all that barely held-back intent.

I swallow the lump in my throat, arching up toward him.

The cups of my bathing suit top are yanked to the side. I gasp at the feeling of air caressing my exposed nipples. Brayden reaches down and unties his trunks, pulling them down just low enough to slide his cock out.

I wrap my thumbs around my bikini bottoms and begin to push them down, but am stopped by his hands wrapping around my wrists.

His eyes are so dark and hypnotic. The vibe he’s putting off has me shaking. There’s no will to resist as he pulls my hands up above my head, pinning them with one hand as his tongue moves across my parted lips.

Eyes locked on mine, his fingers shove my bathing suit to the side and he slams his cock in. My back arches, every nerve firing off as my eyes flutter and I clench around him.

Fuck, how does this feel so perfectly right when everything else is wrong?

The concrete stings my skin as it bites in with each thrust. His hips slow down to long, slow strokes, his arm moving under my back, cushioning me. I draw my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, trapping him. Little whimpers mingle with his low moans that turn me on even more.

One hand is fisted in his hair, the other digging into his back, and I bite his lower lip, earning a single hard, deep thrust.

“Fuck, Kitty, you feel so f*cking good.”

With each rotation of his hips I lock on harder, pulling him closer, deeper. My breasts are mashed against his strong chest. The slower pace is agony. Every inch that enters until his hips meet mine drives me crazy because it’s not enough and too much at the same time. When he pulls out, my thighs clench to draw him back in.

“Fucking tease,” I whine.

His lips quirk up into that f*cking smirk of his. “Just feel, baby.”

A strangled cry crawls out of my throat as he winds me tight with each slow thrust.

My walls clamp down, and he lets out a long, low moan that makes me shiver. His forehead falls onto me as he pushes deeper.

Closer and closer, on the verge of spiraling out of control. Just a little more.

“Shit!” he hisses and freezes.

When my eyes pop open, there’s light suddenly flooding into the backyard, shining through the windows and sliding glass door. I crane my head back in time to watch Steven’s silhouette through one of the windows.

“Oh, f*ck!” I push on Brayden’s chest, forcing us up, and move the cups of my bikini back over my breasts.

My heart is hammering against my ribs as fear rips through me. Brayden is still inside me, not moving, his gaze locked on the wandering shadows in the house. I can see it in his eyes, kinda like Ryan. He’s formulating a plan.

His eyes focus back on me and his look of dread morphs into a soft smile, followed by a tender kiss.





Fuck.

Fuckity, f*ck, f*ck, f*cking, f*ck.

My dick is trapped in the hot, wet suction of Kira’s *, practically begging me not to leave. And the parents just arrived home while I’m f*cking my stepsister on the pool deck.

That makes my cock even harder. The shock of being found out should drain the desire from me, but somehow, it amps it up.

I want to keep sliding my cock in her, racing to get us both off before we’re noticed.

Kira is frozen in place, staring at me, silently begging for direction. My brain is quickly formulating a plan, and step one is to pull my dick from the only place I want to be right now.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.

Step two is to find a way to get us not only out of suspicion, but also upstairs. I move the strip of her bathing suit back over her juicy * that’s calling to me and give it a little pat, then take in a breath as I slide back into the water.

My cock thankfully shrinks back some from the cool against the skin. It’s a puzzle piece to get it back in and keep it from being too obvious I’m sporting a boner.

Kira’s still not moving, and I push out of the water and kiss her lips. “Stay here, or find a way upstairs,” I whisper.

Nodding, she slowly pulls her legs out and sneaks over to get a towel.

Guess upstairs it is.

My heart is hammering in my chest with each step I take, water sliding down my body. I grab a towel from one of the loungers and do a pat dry of my legs, then swing it over my neck to drape in front of me.