Perfect. I press my palm into her lower back and lead her toward said wall. Only I take the long way.
Kaylee gawks as we pass a wall of porn. She stops to stare at all the lifelike dildos.
"It... it has veins." She reaches out to touch one of the packages. It's modeled after some porn star. "Is that sexy?"
"I'd know?"
"True. But... it's just..." She tilts her head to the other side. "Why?"
"Capitalism."
She laughs. "Of course." She looks up at me. "I like punk rock anarchist commie Brendon. But I think... I think whatever you'd call this guy—the small business owner who shops at Ikea—I think he's more you."
"You'd feel different if you appreciated The Ramones—"
She laughs. "And you'd feel differently if you appreciated The Smiths. But no one is perfect." She turns to check out the rack behind us. Ball gags. Then bondage gear. She picks up an under the bed restraints kit. "Do you have one of these?"
"Of course."
"Or... do you use rope with the bed?"
"Both."
She turns it over to read the label. "You, um, we haven't that much. Maybe we could... try it again? Soon."
"Today?"
"Today is soon."
"You sure?" I'm already thinking about it. Fuck, I'm already getting hard.
"Positive." She replaces the restraints kit then moves forward. Right to the wall of vibrators—and it really is a wall of demo units. "Shit. You weren't kidding."
I nod.
"How do I pick just one..."
"How do you fuck yourself?"
"Uh, well, I just... you mean, specifically?"
I force myself to stare into her eyes. "Yeah."
"I guess I..." Her cheeks flush, but she pushes through. "I rub my clit."
"You ever fuck yourself with your fingers?"
"No. Not usually."
"You want to?"
She picks up a bullet vibrator and turns it over in her hand. "Um... I wouldn't mind. But I'd rather... I'd rather it be you."
I reach over her to pick up a demo unit. It's big enough to fuck her with, but it's still small and sleek. "Something like this?" I turn it on and press it against her fingertip.
She stares up at me. "Maybe."
I turn it off. Set it down. Find the rabbit style vibrator at the end of the row.
Kaylee's eyes go wide as she takes it in. "Oh. So that's... and then that's... and it just..."
"Yeah."
She swallows hard. "That seems intense."
"It is." At least, that's what I hear. "You want to try it?"
"Yeah. I do."
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Brendon
Kaylee's cheeks flush a deeper red with every step she takes upstairs. Her gait speeds. She stumbles over the top step. "I, uh... I'm kind of distracted."
"Thinking about being tied to my bed?"
She takes an unsteady step into the hallway. "You know that. Don't brag."
No deal. Thinking about her tied to my bed, forced to take every ounce of pleasure I want to give her—
If I can't brag about that then what good is bragging?
Her hips sway as she moves into the bedroom. Fuck, her ass is perfect. I want to watch it slam into my pelvis as I fuck her from behind.
I want her every fucking way I can have her.
I tear off the toy's packaging as I step into my bedroom. Cardboard and paper flutters to the ground. I need to clean up all the evidence of that. But not now.
Now, I need her coming until she can't take it anymore.
"Take off your dress," I demand.
She nods. Her eyes get bright. Bold. She stares back at me, daring me to resist touching her, as she unzips her dress and slides it to her ankles.
Fuck, she's wearing that pair of panties. The one with Paradise plastered on the crotch.
My voice drops right to that demanding tone. "You wear that for me, angel?"
She nods.
I move close enough to touch her. Toss the vibrator on the bed. Trace the outline of her bra with my fingertips. "This too?"
"Yes." Her voice is dripping with confidence. "I wore my dress to torture you too." She slides her hand under my t-shirt and presses her palm against my stomach. "It gets me off, driving you out of your mind."
"What else gets you off, angel?"
"Thinking about you."
"Specifically."
"About you pinning me against the wall so hard my cheek is pressed against it. Us in some semi-secluded public place. You exposing my breasts, playing with them like you need me on display."
Blood rushes to my cock. "What else?"
"You throwing me on the bed. Peeling off my jeans. Spanking me. Holding me down and fucking me from behind." Her cheeks flush. "You're not the only one with dirty thoughts, Brendon. You're not the only one who fantasizes about it rough."
Two weeks ago, I wouldn't have believed her.
But now, I do.
It's still hard for me to wrap my head around sweet, innocent Kay wanting it as rough as I do.
But the fire in her eyes—
The way she's standing strong and proud—
She's not a clueless girl.
She's a woman who knows what she wants.
And, fuck, I love her even more like this.
I blink a few times.
I love her.
It's so fucking obvious, but I've never put it together. I've never thought about loving someone. Not like this.
I love every fucking inch of her.
Everything that brings her joy.
Everyplace she hurts.
I want her happy before I want me happy.
But then that's been the case for a long fucking time.
"Brendon." She slides her hand up my stomach, over my chest. "Are you going to leave me waiting?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't think you have it in you. Not today." She rises to her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. Her other hand goes to my hips. Then she's cupping my cock over my jeans. "You're so hard."
"Yeah."
"Fuck me."
"Not yet." I bring my hands to her waist and pull her body against mine. My lips find hers. Fuck, she tastes so good, and the way she groans against my lips—
She's needy.
Eager.
I want to fuck her. I want to bury myself inside her.
But I want her screaming for it first.
I want her so desperate for my cock that she doesn't have another thought in her head.
That she's sure she'll never think anything again.
I slide my hands up her back, unhook her bra, and slide it off her shoulders.
Kaylee's arms drop to her sides. Then they're on my hips and she's arching her back, rubbing against me.
She purrs as I toy with her nipple.
I bring my lips to hers.
Her kiss is hard. Hungry. Needy.
I tease her as I slide my tongue around hers.
I tease her until she's shaking. Then I move to her nipple and tease her more.
Her pink nails dig into my skin.