Page 32 of Heat & Hard Candies

A few of them nodded at me, grinned at me, or congratulated me for the way I’d played them. I smiled and thanked them, still blushing but no longer actively avoiding them.

When the goodbyes were over, Kyle put an arm over my shoulders and pulled me to his side. We walked together to the armored vehicle the Society had provided, and slipped into the back one after another.

I watched the scenery all the way to his house, leaning against his side as we drove. There was a divider between us and the driver, so we couldn’t see them, and they couldn’t see us.

Kyle’s hand cupped one of my breasts partway through the drive.

The touch was nice, and made me itch even more to get out of my sandySurvivalclothing. It would’ve felt much better if I was naked.

He slowly dragged his thumb over my nipple, and I bit my lip as we flew down the beachside highway.

Desire pooled between my thighs as he continued touching me.

Teasing me.

Making me want him.

I set my hand over his erection when I was too horny to think straight, and his chest rumbled lightly for me.

I gripped him through his shorts, and he kissed the side of my neck, sucking lightly.

“When we get home, I want you sprawled out on my kitchen counter, naked,” he murmured, low enough that the driver wouldn’t hear.

“What are you going to do to me?” I stroked his cock lightly, over his shorts.

“First, I’m going to take you hard and fast. Make you mine. When the bond’s started and you’ve gotten your wings, I’ll take my time with you. Open your legs up and lick our pleasure off your pretty little cunt. Watch you come on my fingers. Taste you on my tongue some more.”

My chest rose and fell rapidly.

“When you feel so good you can’t think straight, I’ll roll you onto your stomach and take you from behind.”

“Fast and hard again?”

“No, Beautiful. I want you slow, so I know you can feel every fucking inch of me rubbing over every gorgeous part of your channel. When we finally leave the kitchen, you’ll know I’ve claimed you so completely that I’m never letting go.”

I could’ve climaxed there and then, if he touched my clit just a little.

But, he didn’t.

He just kept playing with my breasts and sucking on my neck until the driver finally made it through the gates and parked in front of his house.

Everything was a blur as Kyle thanked the driver and walked me up to the double doors, the back of my body pressed to the front of his. I was so wet between my thighs, I felt my desire drip down the inside of my leg.

He typed a code into a keypad, unlocking it.

We didn’t make it to the kitchen, though.

As soon as they were closed behind us, Kyle had me pinned to one of the doors, his mouth taking mine in a deliciously brutal kiss. It didn’t feel like kissing—it felt like making love.

“I need you now,” he growled against my swollen lips, when he finally pulled back for air. He was already pushing my shorts and swim bottoms down, knowing I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

Kyle recaptured my mouth, and kissed me as I stepped out of my shorts and bottoms.

As he shoved his own to the ground.

As he ripped my t-shirt down the middle, and tore the bikini top I never wanted to see again.

One of his hands squeezed my breast.

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