KESTER.
I dragged my mouth away from hers just for a breath, only to find myself drawn back, hunger consuming me as I kissed her again, deeper this time. I pulled her closer until the heat of her body seared through the fabric of our clothes.
She responded with a soft gasp, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping the edge of the table beside us for support.
I pressed her further against her vanity table, making it wobble under the pressure of our movements. A few items that I barely took note of fell to the ground.
I lifted her right leg, placing it securely on my waist, granting myself the access I needed.
The lamp by the nightstand just beside the table tipped over, its light flickering briefly before it settled with a dull thud. I barely registered the noise in my ears.
The mess on the floor mirrored the mess in my head-everything in disarray, just like the way my mind spun in circles around her.
“Kes…” She whispered, moaning against my lips when my finger brushed over the soft fabric of her thong.
I eased my finger inside, touching her soft, moist, fleshy lips. Probing her fleshy, moist center, I slipped up and down her wet, tight hole.
She wasn’t the only one who felt that electrifying wave roll down her spine. I did, too. It was unexplainable. I paused as if trying to comprehend the event unfolding before me.
Was this truly real? I had my obsession’s pussy in my hands? Fuck. I’d do anything to remain in this moment for the rest of my life.
I snapped the flimsy thong out of the way, and a gasp escaped her mouth while, for the first time in forever, my hands trembled.
“What are you doing to me, Kasmine?” I asked, my voice huskier than I’ve ever heard it before. “I want to drown in you, feel you take over every part of me.”
Her fingers clenched in my shirt, but she didn’t answer. Didn’t need to.
Her body told me everything I needed to know.
And fuck, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “I love the way you beg for me without saying a word.”
I slid a finger up and down her sleek entrance, and, gods, the sound of the friction made me want to break down in several emotions.
She moaned louder this time, pulling me in for another kiss as she pressed against my finger. She adjusted her stance, trying to grant me better access, but there was no better access as long as we were standing in this position. And, venturing in the direction of the bed was a bad, bad idea.
I maintained this position.
I began a slow rhythmic movement, doing all I could not to let my finger cross the line. That line was solely for my cock.
My attention was caught by a bead of sweat running down the side of her face, hanging there timelessly before dripping onto her cleavage. Gods, I wanted to ravage those round, perky breasts of hers… But, not now… There was still more than enough time to do that. We had forever together.
My hand tangled firmly in her hair, and a growl left my chest. Her small moans sent jolts of electricity straight to my cock, and I was fucking hard already. I had to do all I could to keep my control.
I added another finger to the one peppering her entrance while my thumb found the soft node of her clit, rubbing against it lightly, delicately, but with just enough force to make her eyes glisten with moisture.
“Oh… Kester…” She said in a trembling voice, “Ah…”
“I want to hear you say my name like you can’t breathe without it,” I said, more like a warning before I intensified my strokes against her wetness, rubbing her clit and sliding up and down her slit faster.
“Kes… Kester…” She shuddered, her knees almost buckling beneath her, but I held her firmly, refusing her to fall. “Please don’t stop,” she almost yelled as her body tensed.
“I don’t plan to, baby,” I replied with a grin, and gods, the flimsy thread of control I had was about to snap. I wanted to fuck her so badly that my raging cock was almost tearing out of my pants.
My fingers were coated with her wetness, and I was too eager to lick them off, to taste her.
I felt her orgasm building up so quickly that I wished it never had to end.
But just when I was about to bring her to the desired end she anticipated…
Knock. Knock.
A knock sounded on her door, stopping us abruptly. We paused immediately. My heart stuttered, and a cold rush of panic gripped me for the first time as I realized the door wasn’t locked. What if it was Mum? I didn’t want her to see us like this, at least for Kasmine’s sake.
Fuck.
“Kasmine?” The voice of the one person who’d been trying so hard to taste my patience came calling.
Kasmine’s body stiffened. Her leg, which had been wrapped around me, slid off my waist in an instant. She fumbled with her gown, trying to adjust it as she attempted to regain some semblance of composure, but I could see the way her hands trembled.
She was shaking. Trembling with that intense need, that release I had almost given her. This would be the second time my virgin Mine had been denied a release. But that was fine. She was edging. And it was only preparing her for the perfect release for later.
She couldn’t even look at me, her eyes darting to the floor, avoiding my gaze as if she couldn’t bear it.
A growl rumbled deep in my chest as I fought to control the throbbing of my cock. I took in long, hard breaths to calm my raging cock.
I wanted to reach out to her, hold her, and promise to get her the release she sought, but I heard June’s annoying voice again before I even had the chance to. And this time, not only did she call, but she also pushed the door open.
“Kester?” June’s voice rang with an innocent surprise, as if finding me in ‘my sister’s’ room was anything but expected.
“What?” I bit out in a menacing tone, my voice laced with an irritation I couldn’t even hide as I turned to glare at her, knowing that my cock had eased up a little, but the frustration in my veins was thickening by the second.
I was so pissed at the fact that the one person I had no tolerance for was interrupting something that was just for me. Something I had craved almost all my life.
My fists clenched at my sides, the urge to march right up to her, to shove her out of the damn room, was nearly irresistible.
“I… Uh…” June faltered, her gaze moving between us, noticing the disheveled state of the room, the discomfort radiating from Kasmine, her flushed cheeks, and unsteady hands. “I didn’t hear your car leave, so I… I thought-” She paused, studying Kasmine with concern, “Kasmine? Are you okay?” She stepped into the room.
It was like she was trying to understand what she’d walked in on, her gaze flickering between Kasmine and me.
I could see the confusion and concern in her eyes. Fuck that. I cursed under my breath. June, as always, just couldn’t mind her own fucking business.
Kasmine, clearly rattled, couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. Her voice was small, strained. “I’m fine, June. Just… late for work,” she said, her words barely more than a whisper, her face still burning with the aftermath of what had almost happened.
She turned swiftly, heading for the closet, trying to mask the chaos inside her as she reached out for her handbag – the one I had gifted her on her twentieth birthday. It made me smile seeing her with it.
I didn’t even look at June anymore. My focus was entirely on Kasmine, who was already retreating into herself. It fucking pissed me off.
I exhaled sharply through my nose, making sure my frustration showed as I finally turned on my heel, walking toward the door with the kind of cold, intimidating movements I’d perfected over the years.
“Kester, wait,” June’s voice called after me, but I didn’t even break my stride as I pushed the door open and walked out on her.
I’ll get another chance. I wasn’t done with Kasmine. Not by a long shot.