Because of Kian (16 page)

“Brynn?”
Kian’s voice was velvety rich behind me, rough and coarse.

Here goes
, I thought. I said nothing, but tipped my head slightly back towards him. Not looking at him, but indicating I was listening.

“Come here,” he commanded from where he stood just inside the entryway of my front door.

Without thinking, I did as he said. His voice had a certain intonation, firm and no bullshit. I hadn’t the faintest wish to defy him. But instead of looking up into his eyes, I focused on the logo of his t-shirt, the jagged zipper teeth on his open jacket.

His hands slid along my jaw, just above my neck, and nudged my face up to his. My eyes closed to shield him from the raw emotion he would see in them. I waited for his words.
A rebuff or a command. Something to start the argument that was sure to follow.

But instead of hearing the growl of his voice, I felt his lips crash down on mine. And I blossomed beneath him
.

My arms frantically wrapped tightly around his waist. His kiss was demanding, fervent and rough. My aching soul relished in the painful, bruising force of his mouth on mine, the tight pull of his fingers in my hair. Taking a few steps, he pushed me roughly up against the wall, and I moaned
as the rush of desire poured through me.

He knew. I needed him. I needed this. Tears sprang to my eyes and ran down my cheeks and a sweet ache grew
in my chest. His plundering lips left mine with a gasp and roamed down my neck as one of his hands gripped my ass tightly, the other crushing my body against his chest. He guided me into the room, towards the couch, and we fell onto its softness.

Franticly, my fingers tore at his clothes, shoving his jacket down his shoulders and ripping his t-shirt in my hurry to pull it over his head.
I needed his touch, I needed him inside me, to explode around him and fly into the trance-like state that only he could take me to.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered
.

I pushed at his heavy muscular frame, and he rose above me, sitting back on the couch. Scrambling to stand, I pulled off my
scarf and top and quickly shimmied out of my skirt and panties, leaving my heeled boots on as I straddled him. My fingers, clumsy with need and fear and impatience, could barely unhook my bra, and Kian’s hands tangled in to flip it open and tear it away.

“Fuck me, Kian,” I demanded as I pulled myself against his strength and heat.

“Brynn,” he growled into my mouth, “your trying to top me. And I’m not going let you do that.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but I need you right now.” I kissed him hard, pouring all my anxiety and
longing into it. “Please, Kian, I want you to fuck me. And make it hurt.”

Rising up on my knees a little, I reached for the fastening of his jeans, ripping the button fly open. His hands stayed mine,
capturing my wrists, and I almost screamed in frustration.

“
I’m not sure what’s going on with you tonight, but this ends now,” Kian admonished. “I’ll give you what you need, but I’m in control, Brynn. Because you are most definitely not.”

I tried to wrest
le my arms away, but he held my wrists tightly, and frustrated tears began to stream down my cheeks.

“Dammit, Kian,” I snarled. “Let me go
then.”

Using my confined wrists to
manipulate my body, he pushed me back down onto the couch and leaned against me. “No. Fuck no, Brynn. You’re mine. You’re not going anywhere.” He wrestled hands up above my head, and held both of them in one of his. His other hand pulled the silk scarf from my pile of clothes on the floor, and he quickly wrapped my wrists tightly before he flipped me over so I was face down, sprawled over his lap with my feet dangling over the other side. One muscular arm held me steady as he caressed my exposed ass for a moment before bringing his palm down on it sharply.

And that did make me scream.
It almost made me come. There it was. That crazy pain that pulled me out of the abyss.

“Fuck,” I cried with a trembling voice, “
do that again.” My fingertips dug into the fabric of the couch as the stinging reverberations of shock coursed through me.

“
You’re not calling the shots, Brynn. Ten times,” he gruffly forced out, “and you count for me.”
Smack
!

As much as I loved what he was doing, his dominating manner was pissing me the fuck off.

“You said you’d never hit me like Evan did,” I screeched into the soft microfiber of the couch.

“I’m not. This is not me hitting you out of anger. This is me knowing what you need, and right now you need
to let this shit go. You need to get out whatever the fuck you’ve gotten bottled up in there today.” Another hard swat burned the skin on my buttocks. “That’s three. You count the rest.”

“Let me go, Kian,” I shrieked as I tried to wiggle from his grasp.

“Are you going to count?” he asked, and swatted me again.

“Fuck you,” I spat.

And, instead of another fiery handprint on my ass, his fingers plunged deep inside my wet center. My breath caught in my throat.

“You fucking love this, baby,” he whispered harshly. “You’re drenched. This has you so hot
that you’re going to come the second I set you on my cock.”

The nagging
, fiery sting on my ass and the fullness of his fingers pumping inside me wrenched a jagged moan from my throat.

“Think hard for a second, Brynn,” he growled
as he withdrew his fingers, spreading the moisture across my stinging ass. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. God no, please no,” I sobbed.

“Then count,” he demanded.

I nodded quickly, and he brought his hand down abruptly again.
The wetness of my arousal sharpened the sting of the blow, heighted the sensitivity.

“
Four,” I cried.

Then five and six.
My voice cracked at seven. Eight and nine were delivered down towards my thighs. And ten had me shaking, trembling as he lifted my body to lay me face-down on the couch, covering me with his heavy frame and nudging my legs apart with his own. I heard the tear of the condom wrapper and then the slow, thick slide of his cock fill me from behind.

“Good girl, Brynn,” he groaned into my ear
. “That’s my girl.” The rough edge to his voice, the prickling twinge from his body pressed against my searing ass, and the full, thick feel of him buried inside me brought me to life.

I felt his hands in my hair, combing through the tangled mass to settle against my scalp. Then, they firmly tightened and pulled hard. The sharp sting forced my head back, made my body rise up to press against his with a short scream.
He bit lightly at my shoulder as he built up the pace. The tight pull at my hair, the nip of his teeth, and the slap his body against my stinging backside had me shaking to pieces, coming apart at the seams with a surge of ecstasy that blasted through my body.

Suddenly,
Kian withdrew and pulled me up with him, facing him, settling me over his hard length again as he sat on the couch. One hand cupped my face while the other guided my hips into a circular motion on his dick. His lips firmly captured mine as he jerked me against him. Harder. His fingertips painfully gripped the hot, tender skin of my ass, spurring me on to come undone again.

“Let me see your pretty eyes, baby,” he whispered against my lips. “Open up and let me see you.”

My first reaction was to close them tighter, and he growled at me.

“Brynn, now.”

I finally complied, and, in the midst of riding his cock hard and fast, his steely blue gaze centered me, brought be back to him. I shattered around him and watched him closely as he exploded inside me.

Kian

Her delicate body was still wrapped around me, quietly shaking with tears and release. I trailed my fingers along the smooth, soft skin of her back, worshipping her.

“Tell me,” I quietly whispered after some time.

Surprisingly, she answered immediately.

“I’m scared.” Her breath rush
ed out, as though she was still holding that in after everything she’d just released.

“Of what, baby?”

She lifted her head from where it rested on my shoulder and looked me square in the eye.

As close as I was, I could barely hear her
faint response. “Of being without you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I reassured her.

A single tear slipped from her eye, and I leaned forward to kiss it away, then pulled her tightly into my arms. For a long moment, we remained like that, my fingers softly caressing her skin to soothe her ragged soul.

“
We need to do something, though,” I finally said after her breathing had normalized. “Before we do anything like that again, you need something to say, a safe word, for when it gets too much.” She shook with an intake of breath.

“What
if I say no?”

“I will absolutely stop when you want me to. But no might just fly out of your mouth as a reflex before you’re ready for me to stop. You need something else. Something you wouldn’t ordinarily say in the heat of the moment. And that will end it.
I’ll stop, just like that. Right then and there.”

With a small nod, she thought for a moment.
“Hyper,” she finally whispered.

“Hyper it is.”
I brought her lips to mine, kissing her softly. “Are you okay?”

A slight
ly, tremulous smile lit her features. “Yeah, I am. I think it’s safe to say that my ass hurts a little,” and the smile spread into her eyes, growly slightly wicked, “but I love it.”

“Fuck,
Brynn, I think you were made for me.”

And I was rewarded with a delightful giggle as my girl snuggled up against me.

• Tennis Court ~
  Lorde
  
• Off to the Races ~ Lana Del Ray
  
• Closer ~ Kings of Leon
  
• Stronger ~ Thirty Seconds to Mars
  

Kian

That evening
as we were finishing up the Chinese take-out we’d gotten for dinner, Brynn wanted to sit on the roof to watch the lightning illuminate the mountains around town.

“Are you nuts?” I asked with a laugh.

“Well, yeah,” she chuckled back sarcastically. “I don’t think I’ve kept that much of a secret, Kian.”

“Touché,” I replied
with a smirk.

“But seriously, the mountains are miles away. If it start
s to get close, we’ll come in.” She rose from the table and tugged me to my feet. “Please, I just need some air.”

So here we stood, occasional raindrops falling around us, not enough to even really even notice. I stood behind her, my arms wrapped around her slender frame, and
watched as she looked out over the city. The pulses of lightning intermittently highlighted the soft contours of her face, revealing an almost dreamlike expression. The warm summer air swept through her hair, and her intoxicating plumeria scent filled my nostrils. I was hypnotized momentarily by her stunning sensuality.

It had only been a little over an hour since I’d been buried inside her, but, watching her absorb the nigh
t around her, my cock throbbed furiously.

She slowly turned in my arms and
looked up at me, an intense expression on those stunning green eyes. Her lips had fallen open ever so slightly, just enough for me to see the tip of her tongue run along the edge her teeth.

T
he throbbing intensified.

It became a
full-bore ache.

She was going to kill me off.

Her hand came to rest on my chest, and she started to speak softly.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do up here,
” she whispered.

My mouth went dry and I swear I got even harder. Like I was about to bust clean out of my
jeans. The heat in her eyes left no question as to what this desire was.

Her fingers caressed their way down the length of my arm, leaving a tingling sensation that went straight to my dick.
Then, she slipped her fingers to the front of her white sundress, unfastening the scanty garment. Button by button, that perfect creamy skin began to come into view, the curve of her breasts encased in a lacy beige bra, barely lit in the shadowy light that filtered up from the street. A gentle gust of wind blew her soft, blonde hair back from her face as she continued to reveal her body to me. I saw a hint of her matching lacy panties before she spread the fabric of her dress and slid the silky fabric down her shoulders, tucking it at her elbows.

Holy fuck.
She was perfect.

Every time I saw her –
feeling the beat at Hyper, rocking above me that day in the gym, in the soft light of her little bedroom lamp, laughing when she played with Sage’s kid, woven into the dark purple rope – I thought she was even more gorgeous than before. Every time she made my fingertips ache to touch her.

She made my
heart ache to love her.

I leaned down to kiss her, stopping a fraction of an inch from her lips. “You
know, anyone could just walk up here and see us.”

With a wicked smile, she dropped her dress. It floated softly to the ground to pool at her feet as she lifted her arms to press her soft little body up against mine
.

“I know,” she murmured, running her tongue along my lips, biting gently. “That’s kinda why I want to do it.”

“We could actually get arrested,” I grinned.

“Handcuffs?” she exhaled with a long sigh. “If you’re trying to talk me out of this, you’re not doing a very good job.”

I pressed a hard kiss to her lips.

“You sure about this, baby?”

“Absolutely. The lightning, the cool breeze, the city lights… all of it. Some days, before I met you, they were what kept me alive.” She gave a light giggle. “It’s kinda like an homage to the gods.”

“Well, in that case,” I
teased, and lifted her against me. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I made my way to one of the chaise lounges. I set her down before me, pulling off my shirt as I watched while she deftly removed her bra and panties in the dim light. Bare and lovely in the open air of the roof, light raindrops falling around her.

She
came forward, kneeling on the rooftop deck in front of me, and pulled at the buttons of my jeans to release my dick. With a loud moan, her lips closed over the head and she sucked at it greedily. Her hands ran up my thighs, around to my ass and clawed at me as she opened her throat with a swallowing motion.

The rain began to fall more steadily, wetting and cooling our skin as she sucked my cock. Everything was dreamlike. My fingers tangled into her wet hair, guiding the motion of her head, pulling and gripping as I fucked her mouth. I felt my balls tighten up, and I fought the release.
I wanted to paint her white, to shoot off all over her breasts and watch it mix with the raindrops.

But I wanted inside her more.

With a hoarse grunt, I declawed her hands from my ass and pulled her to standing, guiding her sideways to a picnic table that sat close by. Perfect height for fucking. I nudged her back to lie on the table, and reached into my pocket to grab a condom from my wallet. She leaned up for a moment to grab the package from me and tear it open, lining it up and slowly rolling it on my dick. My fingers closed over hers and together we pumped a couple strokes. My impatient girl threw her body back down on the table and arched her delicious pussy up towards me.

The rain was falling earnestly by this point, the thunder in the distance followed random flashes of lightning. I pulled her legs up to rest her ankles on my shoulders, aligned myself with her waiting body, and plunged deeply inside.

That fucking storm had nothing on us. It was only an accent to our own frantic need, illuminating her enticing body as she arched and tightened around me. The cold rain splashed down on our skin, then began to fade away as the clouds moved on through the valley.

I
suddenly heard voices coming up the stairs.

Fuck, someone was
heading up to the roof.

“Shit,
Brynn,” I murmured as I pulled out of her, “someone’s coming.”

“Motherfucker!”
Brynn breathed in agony.

I chuckled as I quickly grabbed her dress, tossing it to her.
She had a mouth on her when she was wound up. I reached down and grabbed her bra and panties, tucking them into my jeans along with my aching, condom-wearing dick. Brynn was fastening the last few buttons of her dress as I threw my t-shirt over my head and handed her my jacket.

“I love those nipples,
baby, but they’re about poking through that damn dress. And they’re mine. I’m not sharing them with the fuckers that are coming up on the roof.”

She laughed as she slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled the black leather closed in front of her. Grabbing her shoes, she turned for the back stairway.

“First one to my apartment is the first to come,” she grinned wickedly as she skipped through the rain.

Silly girl.

She thought she had some say in that.

Looked as though I’d have to show her who was in charge.

Brynn

No matter how I squirmed or moved or shifted, he wouldn’t touch me inside.
He refused to go near my clit. I moaned and begged and sobbed. I dug my heels into his back and clawed at his arms and pulled his hair. His lips and his fingers caressed up and down my inner thighs, faintly circling my clit, but never quite close enough. Teasing me with promise and setting me on fire.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered against the tender skin
low on my stomach.

“Please,” I moaned brokenly.
Desperately. “God, Kian… please.”

I arched my pelvis up towards him, begging with tears forming in my eyes
.

“You taste so good,” he breathed,
running his tongue along the outer lips of my aching sex, arcing around where I needed him the most. “You have to wait until I’ve had enough.”

His lazy movements frustrated me. In a defiant motion, I
pushed him away and stood up against the wall by the bed. I could barely breathe, and the labored rise and fall of my heaving breasts left him with a heavy-lidded expression. It made me feel fucking sexy as hell.

He stared at me with a fierce
, ravenous expression as I traced my fingertips down my breast, across my stomach to massage the intense ache that was building inside me. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers wrapped around his hard length, still fully sheathed, squeezing and pumping slowly. Enthralled with the sight, my head fell back against the wall.

He lay on the bed watching me, stroking his
rigid cock. His muscles flexing. His hand slowly working himself as he watched my fingers slide into my wet center. I was soaked and my whole body was throbbing with need. This, him watching me. Me watching him. My fingers moved faster and faster and my thumb pressed on my clit. My legs began to tremble as my orgasm consumed me, and I collapsed against the wall.

Before I hit the ground, Kian
stood and grabbed me.

“Okay, I’ll let you get away with that one,” Kian ground out fiercely as he
lifted my body and tossed me on the bed, “because that was really fucking hot. But now it’s my turn.”

He stood over me while I lay panting, trying to catch my breath and aching for fulfillment, for him deep inside me. My fingertips dusted over my naked body,
silently coaxing him closer.

“Do you still have those popsicles?” he suddenly asked
.

My hands stopped moving.
“What?”

“Those popsicles from when you were sick? Do you still have any?”

Confused, I nodded. “Um, yeah… in the freezer.”

“Don’t move,” he commanded
as he tucked himself back in his jeans, leaving them undone. “Stay just like you are, legs spread wide open, waiting for me.”
Ooooh!
He leaned over me and kissed me hard. “Be right back,” he murmured, and was gone.

I was dying. Seriously about to explode in spite of the orgasm I’d just had. The look in his eyes, the naughty glint, had me all kinds of twisted up. I lay there quietly, patiently waiting for him to return. My fingertips trailed over my sk
in. Every breath I released echoed in my mind.

Then he was back, standing over me with a box of grape popsicles. He slowly unwrapped one and sucked long and slow on it before he trailed it up my calf, then my inner thigh. Up around my aching heated core and over
my bare sensitive pussy. The frigid cold felt almost painful on my warm skin as he drew it up my midline and circled around my nipples. The hardened peaks ached tremendously with the cold, then it was gone and replaced with his hot mouth. The temperature change wrought a gasp from my lips.

“
Shhh…” he murmured against my breast. “Quiet, baby. You just need to lie here and take it.”

He traced the
popsicle over my other breast, sucking hard after. I tried. I tried so hard to keep it in, but a faint whimper escaped from deep in my throat. In response, I felt a quick bite of his teeth on my nipple. My hands wound through his hair, pulling tightly to urge him closer, to bring the pain.

He lifted his head,
raising above me, and my arms fell to my sides.

“You’re such a hot little thing, aren’t you?” he grinned wickedly. “I better cool you down a little, huh?” Using the
popsicle, he drew circles down my ribs and across my stomach, licking and sucking the skin in its wake. Down around my clit, teasing before the cold hit my hardened bud. The icy chill slid along my sex and then deep inside me.

I almost screamed.