I come home to find Kayla sleeping soundly in my bed. My fucking arousal goes berserk seeing one of my wettest dreams come to life. How long have I wanted Kayla in that exact spot? Over a year, and like the gods have finally heard my plea, they offered her up on a silver platter. I try to keep my composure, I really do, but her pink cheeks and long dark hair fanned out over my pillow are causing me to lose the war. My cock is as hard as a steel pipe, and my sexual frustration is volatile.
“Kayla?” I all but moan her name as I gently shake her awake. “Kayla?” I run the tip of my thumb over her bottom lip as she stirs.
With small, sleepy noises she comes to life, fluttering open her dark-brown eyes.
“Dev?” She looks around the room disoriented.
“Morning.”
“Where’s Reese?” she asks, sitting up.
I frown, hating to be the one to tell her. “He’s gone.”
“Gone?” She pulls her eyebrows together, puzzled. “Gone where?”
“I’m betting he’s somewhere over the Atlantic by now.”
“What?” She can’t seem to fathom what I’m telling her, but it doesn’t surprise me one bit. Reese is famous for his disappearing acts. I was expecting it, and in hindsight, maybe I should have warned her.
“His backpack is gone from his room, and I found this on the kitchen counter.” I pull out a check from the pocket of my scrubs and hand it to her. She takes it cautiously.
“Holy shit.” Her sleepy eyes widen. “There’s one too many zeros.”
“Don’t worry. Reese can afford it.”
Kayla stares at the check longer than I expect her to; her expression moving from disappointed to what I believe is anger. What’s got her so upset? The fact Reese didn’t say good-bye? Or maybe she thought the last few months earned her more of Reese than he let on. My brother is a mysterious creature. One thing drives him, and that’s racing. No one, not me, our mother, or a natural disaster could keep him away from the track. From the adrenaline rush. If Kayla believed she had clout, she just found out she was sorely mistaken.
With a pained expression, she pushes to get out of bed. “I should go.”
“Or you can stay.”
“No, Dev—”
“Shhh.” I grab her chin and press my thumb to her lips. Like hell, I am going to let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers. I’ve waited too long and too patiently. I’m fucking done waiting. “Do you know how hard it makes me seeing you in my bed?”
Her brown eyes widen, but not from shock, from arousal. I know she likes it when I’m blunt, and I plan to do and say every single thing I’ve been holding back.
“Do you know how bad I want to run my tongue over every inch of your body?” I lean in closely so the only thing that separates our lips is my finger. “How much I want to lick your pussy until you’re screaming and crying to come?”
She inhales sharply, her pupils dilating. I know I have her.
“I’ll make you beg, Kayla. I’ll make you beg until your voice goes hoarse, and only then will I consider it.”
Her breathing picks up as a multitude of emotions storm in the deep brown of her eyes.
“Dev,” she expels my name in a hush. Reservation, regret, and want all playing on the single syllable.
“Don’t think. Just shut up and kiss me, Kayla.”
And to my greatest surprise, she does, with more force than I was expecting.
It’s a barrier-shattering embrace. A wall has just crumbled between us, and I have full intention of ruling over the formerly forbidden land.
Passion roars between us as clothes rip and hot breaths mingle. I don’t waste one second taking control. This is my show, and Kayla is about to become my living puppet.
“Spread your legs,” I order, pushing her thighs apart. “Put your hands over your head, grab the sheets, and don’t let go.”
Her eyes widen to the size of satellites, but she obeys my command. She’s a good girl already. I suspend myself over her naked outstretched body. The tip of our noses a centimeter apart, our fiery gazes locked. “You come when I say you come, understand? No matter what.” I grab her face and kiss her roughly. “I’m going to lick you until you cry and then fuck you until you beg.”
Kayla’s breathing accelerates rapidly. “I told you, you have no idea what I’m capable of. So it’s time I show you. Don’t let go. Don’t move, just moan, and give me what I fucking want.”
The pounding of Kayla’s heart gets louder. She’s nervous. Probably more nervous than she’s ever been with a man. That’s exactly how I want her to feel. I want her scared so I can show her just how exciting the unknown can be.
I suck my way down her neck, leaving lingering red marks over her skin. Stopping at her chest, I fondle both breasts at the same time, teasing her nipples with only the tip of my tongue. I work them both over until they’re sharp little points, and Kayla is writhing. As much as I enjoy her tits, it’s her pussy that’s making me salivate. The closer I get to the overstretched apex of her thighs, the more unhinged my desire becomes. She’s already wet when I take my first lick; the sweet taste of her arousal is potent. I take my time, finding a comfortable position to lay in as I force her legs farther apart and feast on breakfast. Kayla keeps a firm grip on the white sheet above her head as I lick and suck and nip and bite barbarically. Her tortured moans growing louder by the minute. When I sink my tongue into her flooding entrance, she spasms. “Dev!” Her entire body twisting with ecstasy.
I don’t say a word. I only respond with a swifter, more brutal tongue-lashing. I meant it when I said I wanted her crying, and by the look and feel of it, she’s close.
“Dev, oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Her voice elevates as she undulates her pussy frantically against my face. I pull back, not even a tiny bit close to allowing her relief.
“Fuck. Please don’t stop.” She flails on the bed to my delight.
“Cry for me, Kayla.” I flatten my tongue against her pussy and drag it up mercilessly over her swollen clit, again and again.
“Dev, plee-aaa-sss-eee,” she gasps, satisfying me thoroughly.
With a smile I can’t erase and a throbbing cock so powerful, it could crush stone, I climb up Kayla’s primed body. Her entrance so slick, I slide effortlessly through her drenched folds.
I gaze down at her as she pants laboriously, her eyes closed and facial muscles tense.
“Beg me to fuck you.” I bite her earlobe and tug.
With her hands still clinging to the sheets, she mewls, “Please.”
“Not good enough.” I rub my cock harder against her clit.
“Dev, please!” She arches, but that’s still not sincere enough.
“Look at me.”
Kayla cracks her eyes open slowly. Her warm brown pools are now a bottomless sea of black. “Say it.”
“Dev, please fuck me. Please let me come.”
Oh shit, my cock twitches. I wasn’t expecting the last part.
“Damn, Kayla.” Without restraint, I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt. The two of us spasming out of control. I slide a hand underneath her back, forcing her up. She clings to my neck as I surge my hips, submerging my cock over and over.
“Tell me.” I grit my teeth. “Tell me how fucking much you want me to let you come.”
“So much!” she pleads, grinding against me, her walls tightening. “I need it so much!” Her voice is a strained whisper. “Dev, please.” Her pussy constricts, and I know no matter what I say, she’s going to explode.
“Let go.” I pump faster. “Come for me, Kayla.”
Not a moment later, the floodgates open, and I drown in a tumultuous sea of arousal. Kayla’s screams climb to a crescendo. The sensations and sounds spur my balls to draw up and follow her down the orgasmic black hole.
We fuck so hard, we shake the four-poster bed, and when the volcanic vibrations cease, we’re both left in a pile of rubble. Worn bodies and vacant minds. I pull Kayla close and close my eyes. There’ll be plenty of time for pillow talk later. Right now, I just want to wrap my limbs around the woman I’ve been pursuing for months and fall asleep to the rhythmic sound of her rapid heartbeat.
Mine, motherfucker. All mine.