Play pretend

Play pretend
Raelynn POV

Kieran’s hands grip my ass, pulling me to the edge of the countertop. His erection presses against the inside of my thigh, “Come on, Rae. Feed me some bullshit. I need to pretend for a minute.”

He grinds his hips, and my hands fly to his shoulders as pleasure zaps through my core.

“Tell me all those little fairytales you’ve got in that pretty little head of yours, Bambi,” his lips slam into mine again, gripping the edge of my shirt with one hand and unhooking my bra with the other.

I should stop him, but I can’t bring myself to.

“I don’t care that your family are a bunch of sick, twisted murders,” my voice shakes when he nips the skin on my neck. “The whole truth, sweetheart.”

My body trembles as his fingers dig into my hips painfully, “Key.”

He’s just as sick and twisted as they are, Raelynn. He wants you to admit it out loud.

“Come on, baby,” he grips my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. “Whisper those sweet lies so I can devour them.”

“They’re not lies….. mmmm,” Kieran rips me closer, grinding his hips to show exactly how much this is turning him on.

“Tell me you don’t care that I’m sick and twisted, Bambi,” he sucks on my earlobe, tugging it with his teeth. “That I’ve had my hands drenched in blood.” His hands slide beneath the hem of my shirt, flicking open my bra with the flick of his finger, “The same hands that have you crying my name.”

Kieran’s index finger and thumb roll my nipples, and I feel myself panting. Not just from his touch, but his words, and the fleeting thought of how screwed up I was, vanished the moment he chuckled.

The sound was deep and raspy, vibrating through my entire body. Kieran dragged his hands down, rough with callouses, until he reached my waistband, “Are you dripping for the monster, Bambi?” the nickname rolled off his tongue the same way it had before, and my body shook as a shiver slithered down my spine.

I should stop him…. We should be discussing my meeting with Ares. Or my fear that Cae and I might be next. We should be discussing how to get him help, both with his drug dependency and his family, but my mind had floated to a different place. One that only Kieran can take me.

He makes me feel seen, despite everything.

I was desperate for that feeling. The euphoria that only he could create.

I pushed what I should be doing to the back of my mind, locked away behind a wall to deal with another time, and decided to play his game.

“I don’t care that you’re a monster.”

Kieran’s lips split into a broad grin, “Fuck, that’s good to know,” my sweats were ripped down my legs, tossed to the side before Kieran let out a low whistle, his pupils blown wide with lust, “You’re just a fuckin’ sick and twisted as me, sweetheart,” I was too far gone to feel shame when he pulled my underwear to the side, sliding his fingers through my arousal before lifting them up to the light.

“You haven’t been with that shithead Miles, have you?” Kieran drops his sweats, kicking them with mine before grabbing his cock, pumping his fist slowly.

“What?” I gasped. “No. No one but you.”

“That’s really fuckin’ good to know,” Kieran steps forward, pushing my underwear to the side, “You’d tell me no, right?” the sincerity in his voice stuns me for a moment before the actual question registers in my head.

“Of course.”

That was all he needed to hear. He thrust his hips, sinking into me in one motion.

“What else do you tell that pretty little head…” Kieran gripped my hips, tugging me until my ass was hanging off the edge of the counter. The new angle had heat pooling in my gut. “To convince yourself to let me fuck you raw, sweetheart.”

Three little words.

Kieran continues pistoning his hips. I don’t want to play his game anymore. I just want him to keep looking at me like this. I want him to tell me he knows they’re not lies.

I want to tell him that I love him.

At my silence, he pulls out, quickly scooping me up, and dropping me facing the countertop. He roughly splays his hand against my spine, pressing me against the countertop.

My nipples pebble as they hit the cold surface.

“Come on, Rae,” Kieran kicks my ankles apart before sinking deep into my pussy. My back arches and he let’s out a low growl, “Fuck, that right there is a view I could never get used to,” his body lays overtop of mine, “Do you wanna know why?”

No.

“Please,” I whimper as each thrust brings me closer to the edge.

“Because I’m a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve a view like this,” his thrusts get rougher, and my hips dig into the countertop painfully, but I don’t stop him. I’m far to close to the best orgasm I’ve had in weeks.

I tried getting myself off thinking of Kieran, but the first time, I cried out his name, and had to bite my palm until the skin broke to keep quiet, and the second, Veronica pounded on my door at the exact moment that I was orgasming…

“Who’s the liar now?” I lifted up, meeting Kieran halfway. His tongue immediately slid between my lips, mouth devouring mine as though he was trying to consume me.

“If you knew what was good for you, you’d walk away now,” he grits out, biting my bottom lip roughly.

“You don’t get to decide what’s good for me,” my words must spur something in Kieran. His pace becomes brutal, and I know I’ll be sore tomorrow, but it doesn’t slow the build up of pleasure.

“You don’t have a goddamn clue what’s good for you, sweetheart,” Kieran reaches between my legs. “You’re about to drench a Decker cock with your cum despite everything.”

His middle finger massages my clit with expert precision, his words pushing me over the edge. My legs shake, body tense as waves of pleasure make me feel boneless. I want to scream, my lips parting, but nothing comes out.

Kieran picks up the pace, spearing his length into me over and over until his movements grow sloppy, and I feel him still. His cock twitches until I feel his cum dripping down my inner thighs.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot, Rae,” Kieran chuckles, pressing his lips to my temple. “But I think I might keep you.”