Take (Need #2)(73)

Everything happens so fast that all I can do is hang on and take all the pleasure he’s forcing on me.

And I love it.

I’m beginning to doubt there is anyone else who can ever make me feel this good. Nothing is better than this. Forceful, possessive, taking and giving. High off the pleasure from being loved and wanted so much that he can’t stop himself from devouring me with a level of passion I never believed existed.

Each *-stretching thrust only makes me greedy for more. Every time he pulls out, I practically drag him back in.

The table below me screeches each time he slams into me, scratching its way across the floor. My head is tucked into the crook of his neck, sucking the skin, marking him as my legs lock around his waist. Every available inch of my body is glued to his. I want to get deeper, closer.

I move down to his jaw. “Brayden.” Our mouths are open, hot and heavy breaths exchanging between our open lips.

His hips rotate, slowing the pace, more sensual, and I let out a whimpering groan.

“Kitty?”

“More. Please, baby, I need more.”

A growl reverberates from his chest into mine before he pulls me somehow closer. His arms lock around me.

Faster, harder, deeper. Each thrust wiping my mind more and more until there’s nothing but his cock filling me, burning me. My nails dig into his shoulders as he leans me down on the table. One hand grabs hold of the edge, the other still secured around my waist.

The pounding increases in force, making my eyes roll back while I fist his shirt and arch impossibly closer into him.

“Oh, f*ck, baby!” I cry into his ear, one hand grabbing his hair as I lose all ability to form words. Only sounds come out as my * squeezes down on him and everything in me tenses, drawing muscles tight, contorting my body.

Then everything breaks, causing me to shake beneath him as my * pulses and floods around him.

He’s cursing above me, but it’s lost as my brain is blasted of all thought. Just the pleasurable agony each time he thrusts, drawing my orgasm out as he finds his.

A few strokes with me coming and they become jerky. I can feel each pulse of his cock firing off, his body convulsing from the strain.

He falls down on top of me, our panting breaths in sync.

Neither of us move for a minute, both spent.

I can’t stop from caressing his back and shoulders with my fingers. Light strokes that pull contented moans from him as he kisses my neck.

When he pulls back, his lips are soft against mine, almost reverent. The madness is gone, his eyes clear, staring straight into me. Still inside me, he caresses my hair, forehead resting on mine.

“Did you drive?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Jenna picked me up.”

His lips move lightly against mine. “Can I take you home?”

“To Columbus? No.” His lower lip juts out, and I can’t help but giggle at the cute expression on his face. “But, you can take me to my home. I’ll even let you sneak in the shower with me once the parents are asleep, if you’re good.”

His face lights up, and he bites his lower lip. “I’m always good, baby.”

I roll my eyes and slap his chest.

“Just imagine when you move to Columbus. Sex, sex, sex all the time.”

He pulls out and steps back, walking over to the small sink and grabbing some paper towels.

“We have to have some study sessions where there is actual studying, otherwise I’m going to flunk out of school,” I say.

He wipes his cock off, licking his lips as he stares at my *. “Okay, sex first, then studying.”

“Why first?”

He puts my panties back in place, giving a little pat, letting me know he wants his come to stay right where he put it. “All that sexual tension in the air. How are we supposed to get anything done with that looming over us?”

“Sexual tension? Please! Just an excuse to f*ck me.”

He nods. “Kitty, I would f*ck you every minute of the day if I could.”

I reach up and caress his cheek before pulling his lips down to mine. Soft, sensual, spine-tingling bliss, and something I would never stop doing, because kissing Brayden is becoming my favorite thing to do.

“I have to get back to the movie,” I say. I’m no longer concerned with it really, and I’m sure it has already started, but I don’t need my friends sending out a search party.

Grabbing onto my waist, he puts me back on my feet and threads his fingers with mine, pulling me to the door.

“I suppose, if you have to get back. I can go hunt down our brother.”

“Ew, don’t say it like that after we just had sex!”

He laughs, getting what I’m sure is the response he’s after. Making fun of our situation does help a little with the reality of it.

When we get back to the door leading to the lobby, he stops and releases my hand.

“Thanks for attacking me.”

“Anytime,” His lip twitches up. “Seriously. Anytime.”

I pop an elbow into his side and find I’m having a hard time leaving him. “You’re such a jerk.”

Leaning down, he gives me a kiss on the temple, along with a slap on the ass. “Have fun. I’ll see you after the movie.”

I sneak out the door, leaving him to follow a minute later. The halls have emptied some, but there are still a lot of people milling around.