“You’re about to make me come…” I prepare to pull my cock away from her mouth—to spill my seed elsewhere—but she moves her lips faster.
Her moan is an invitation for me to come in her throat. I can’t resist. I drive my cock deep and feel the rush through my shaft before my seed explodes in her willing mouth. She immediately begins to swallow. I use my momentum to rub the head against her tongue as she devours the last few drops of my lust. I’m spent, but fuck if I didn’t enjoy every second of it.
One hell of a way to get ready for work. I wouldn’t complain if those lips were mine every damn morning.
“I hope I didn’t make you late for work.” Kiana leans back and grins.
“Nah, I’m the boss.” I laugh and lean past her to start the shower. “I’ve got all the time the world.”
Because we’re just getting started.
And it’s one more moment when I get to delay the inevitable discussion we need to have before I go.
Chapter Thirteen
Kiana
Am I living in a dream?
Is this real? Are every one of my fantasies finally coming true?
Bram took my virginity, and when the sun came up, I woke up alone in his bed. I was scared when I walked down the stairs. Scared that I would find out it was all in my head, or what was so special to me was a normal evening for him. I remember how he used to be. A new girl on his arm almost every time I got to meet the one he shared his bed with. Now I’m one of them. But I don’t want to be discarded like all of the others. I want it to be as real as it is in my imagination—the way it is in my fantasies.
It certainly seems like that could be the case. Have others been where I am? Hoping it could be more than just one night? I accepted that risk when I climbed into his bed, but now I don’t know how to come to terms with that reality.
And here I thought my biggest worry would be making sure my parents never find out…
“I think you can take this off now.” Bram pulls at the shirt I put on before I came downstairs for breakfast.
“You don’t want me to shower in it?” I grin at him and then peel it off.
“No.” He holds my hand and helps me into the shower. “Especially considering what I have planned.”
“What’s that?” I try to turn so I can face him, but he pushes me against the wall.
“Second place gets a prize too.” He slides his hand down my body and I feel his cock pressing against my pussy from behind.
“I think I’m going to like this prize…” I gasp as he begins to enter me.
I’m wet from being on my knees for him. It turned me on a lot more than I expected, but I was ready to handle that problem myself when I got home. Now I don’t have to—my prize will be one that we both enjoy. Bram gives me a couple of gentle thrusts and then goes deeper. It’s easier than it was last night. My body already knows what to expect when it feels him—how to get ready to experience pleasure—and I crave it just like I did the first time he was inside me.
“You’re the real prize.” Bram’s arms wrap around me. “And I don’t want to let you go.”
His cock thrusts into me as he whispers that into my ear. Does he mean it? Am I different from the girls who used to adorn his arm? Maybe. Or maybe they’ve heard these promises and watched them turn into lies. Time will be the reveal all, but it isn’t exactly working in my favor. I wish it was different, but the harsh reality is that I’m taking the stage tonight—I’m taking off my clothes for strangers instead of the man that is currently fucking me. I might just have to go behind the curtain with one of them too.
But I won’t enjoy it. It won’t mean a damn thing.
This does.
“Oh god…” I moan as his thrusts get faster.
The water rains down on us. I’m wetter. I feel the pressure building inside of me. The time on my knees was foreplay for the both of us, and I can feel Bram’s throbs matching the surges of pleasure that swarm from my g-spot. We’re in the moment—our moment. It’s magical, amazing, and a continuation of a fantasy I never thought would come true. But it has.
“I want to feel you come.” It’s a command. My body obeys.
“Yes…” I lean my head against the wall as my body buzzes with pleasure.
My pussy spasms on his length, and I feel him begin to explode. Mutual bliss. So damn beautiful. He comes inside me, and I drain him with my lust. The peak sends me soaring, and I coast on it until I start to come down. His thrusts get slower. I descend on his cock until he’s deep, and he stays there as the last passionate convulsion subsides. The shower washes away the love we’ve made until there’s nothing left except the emotions in the air.
“I always wanted to be yours,” I sputter my words against the water.
“You are.” He squeezes me tight.
I want to believe it. Our bodies have become one, and our hearts could follow—if that’s possible. There are so many complications. I try to force them out of my head as we exist in our moment.
Bram reaches for the soap and lathers me up. I take it from him and trace his muscles with my fingers—just feeling them makes me crave more passion. It’ll feel like a lifetime until
