Kyla's Choice [Brothers Bound 4] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read online

  Kyla nodded, holding her foot up. “I said they were cute. The next day they were stuck in my wiper blades.”

  Rick chuckled and grabbed the toe of the sock and pulled. “You know laughing is allowed with sex right?” he asked.

  Kyla looked at him, confused.

  Rick smiled, pulling her other sock off. “Clumsiness… I think it’s funny.”

  Kyla wiped her hand across her forehead. “Whew, good. You know I’m clumsy right? I’ll try not to hurt you. I once hopped on Kyle and I think I hurt him, actually apologised to Ty about I, too.” She blushed. Oh, she shouldn’t be talking about her brother’s sex life or hinting at it.

  Rick chuckled. “Yes, you girls tend to do that. You did that to me on the welding trip.”

  Kyla held her breath eyes wide. “I did not!” she argued, reaching for his pants, undoing the button, stopping. Oh God, the tip of his penis was jutting out the top of his jeans.

  Rick watched her as she slowly unzipped him. “You did, you backed into me…” Her hands stroked the underside of him and her eyes were wide with wonder. “Mmm…with…” Her hand gripped him and her mouth made that little “O” that he loved to see on her face. “I forget… You did, though,” he finished, quickly inhaling a sharp breath.

  Kyla looked at him. “It…it’s…big,” she stammered softly.

  He smiled. “Thank you.” She licked her lips and sat up to get a closer look. Rick waited, gave her a minute to assess everything. He groaned when she leaned forward and licked him.

  She peeked up at him. “No?”

  He nodded. “Go on,” he urged. Her virgin hands tickled him in ways he never thought he could be tickled, so eager, so careful. Her touch was dainty and it delighted him. Her tongue traced the regular spots. Oh! She liked the sliver at his tip. Kyla tilted her head and shoved his pants down his hips and looked at his balls. “Those are…um…” She scrunched up her face and offered a smile. “Pretty?” She laughed. She couldn’t even keep a straight face.

  Rick chuckled. The chuckle cut off as she cupped him. “They also love attention,” he rasped.

  Kyla looked at him. She had never heard the throaty tone from him. She scrambled from the bed and tugged his pants down.

  Rick raised a brow. She was not the most elegant of lovers, but she was eager. He loved the eagerness she had.

  Kyla looked at the back of his legs, her hands inching up them and tracing the tattoo on the back of his thigh. “I thought I saw something there,” she whispered.

  Rick smirked. He had accidently dropped his towel in the hotel room. He had wanted to see how she would react. She hadn’t.

  “Have you always shaved your body hair?” She had noticed it before, but hadn’t asked about it. Her hands trailed lightly over his legs.

  Rick chuckled. “Is that only a girl thing?” he rasped, legs tensing as her fingers feathered over his flesh.

  Kyla grunted. “We should wait,” she decided, standing up.

  Rick whipped around but forgot his pants, teetering.

  Kyla giggled, pushing him toward the bed, landing on him with an oomph. “Kidding, although sharing a bed with someone prettier than me could be a problem.” She straddled him and looked his body over. He didn’t seem to have hair anywhere.

  Rick reclined on his elbows, watching her look him over. “My pants?” he asked.

  She nodded. “In a second.” Her eyes darted to his. “You’re not in a rush are you?”

  Rick shook his head. “Nope. Take your time, sugar.”

  Kyla pursed her lips at him. She wasn’t sure if she liked that word. He had called her that numerous times and it made her think of her parents.

  “You don’t like me calling you sugar? I’m not calling you sweetheart,” he offered.

  Kyla harrumphed. It didn’t matter. She shook her head. “Dad calls Mom that,” she whispered.

  Rick nodded. He should have noted that would be a problem.

  Kyla explored his chest with her hands, lightly skimming over his nipples. Her eyes lit when they hardened. Down across his ribs, over his sides he jerked. Her eyes darted to his. He was smiling, his eyes dark and stormy. She leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips trailed over and nibbled on his ear, down his neck, and found a ticklish spot on his collarbone.

  “Kyla…”

  She peeked at him. “Oh yeah, pants.” She skimmed down, stopping when she came face-to-face with his thick straining dick. She gripped it with both hands, one over the other and looked at the inches still left to the tip of his dick. “Wow…” Her eyes darted to his. “Telling Mel would be bad?” she asked.

  Rick groaned and fell back flat.

  Kyla sighed. “Fine I won’t share that,” she whispered, continuing down, glancing at his balls. Shit she did not like those things. “Is it true you like it when girls suck on them?” she asked, peeking at him, tugging on his pants.

  “Yes, getting in a rush, woman,” he rushed, hands clenching.

  Kyla raised a brow. Was that cum on his… Ooh… She forgot his socks and crawled up and licked the tip of his dick, head tilting in thought. She grasped him with both hands and her mouth covered him.

  Rick groaned. “Kyla…fuck.” He sat up and she peeked at him, lips curling in a smile. She managed to maneuver her tongue around him. “Woman, you’re going to…get a mouthful,” he warned. She twisted her hands. She had heard they liked that.

  His eyes closed and a long groan escaped from his clenched teeth.

  She closed her mouth and sucked and felt his dick pulse in her hands. She bobbed her head and eased a little more of him into her mouth.

  Rick growled when she removed one hand and he hit the back of her throat.

  She gagged a little then changed her position and took more.

  His eyes widened slightly. Oh fuck. Her throat was tight and shit she was moving.

  Kyla grabbed up his hand and put it on her head.

  Rick groaned and grasped a fistful of hair. “Tap me if I move you too fast,” he rasped. She gave him a thumbs-up and let him move her. Her other hand sunk lower and cupped his balls.

  Rick closed his eyes for a millisecond. He spread his legs. Shit he wished she had two mouths. At that moment her hand gave his balls a gentle squeeze. “Harder,” he encouraged. She did so and he groaned, bobbing her head. Her throat constricted around him. He stopped and she inhaled a sharp breath through her nostrils. He would wait for her to give the go-ahead.

  Kyla moaned at the fullness in her mouth down her throat. She moved and his hand tightened. She closed her eyes then looked up at him and hummed.

  His eyes shot open and his jaw dropped. “Fuck!” His whole body jerked and she just as quickly eased his dick from her throat and her mouth filled. She swallowed quick, trying to hold the gag back. A moan escaped her as she licked her lips and tasted him there.

  Rick panted heavily. “Kyla…where the hell?” he stammered.

  She smirked at him. “I told you, Paula took me to parties. I am queen of deep throating. Deep throating dildos, but still the queen,” she declared rather proudly. “Mel told me about the humming thing.” She shrugged and backed away from him.

  He sat up, looking at her. “What?”

  She smiled, tugging on his socks, tossing them behind her. Rick smiled, amazed and exhilarated. What had he brought home? Kyla climbed back up into bed, looking him over. “You didn’t get it all over my face, did you?”

  Rick chuckled. “No… Shit, Kyla, where the hell did you find all the time to go to these parties?”

  Kyla shrugged, crawling past him, tugging his blankets back.

  Rick crawled after her, tugging her ass to his groin. Kyla peeked back at him. He grinned. “Your turn… By the way, thank you.” He kissed her shoulder, lowered, and laid kisses down her back.

  Kyla plopped forward, ass up in the air, begging for his mouth.

  Rick grinned, spreading her legs. “You know, Kyla… If you want this threesome—I’m assuming another man—you will need prep
aration right?”

  Kyla swallowed. “Ohm.” She nodded. She knew she thought she didn’t want a man in her ass but the things Rick had shown his male friends had done things to her insides.

  He spread her ass cheeks and she squeaked.

  Rick chuckled, hand groping her ass. “Tiny little ass.” He hummed, his hands covering her firm ass cheeks.

  “Big hands,” she mumbled, body rocking in a slow rhythm.

  Rick kissed her ass, teeth dragging along the pale globe of one cheek. “You’re soaking wet, Kyla,” he whispered, finger dragging along her crease along her slit, hand cupping her thigh. Yes, very wet. “You good on your head?” he asked.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kyla frowned. “Sure.” She needed to quit just agreeing to things—she had no idea of what he was talking about.

  Rick grasped her by the hips and lifted her.

  Kyla screamed and laughed as his mouth covered her pussy. “Upside down?” she yelped, a moan strangling from her as he sucked her clit. He rested her thighs on his shoulder and she balanced on her head in between his spread thighs.

  She grasped his waist. Hot gasps ripped from her. His tongue laved her and she trembled. “Oh god… Ah aha ahh… Rickkkeee! Fuck.” She shuddered and her head flipped back and her back arched and she shook with a powerful tremor. Rick sucked her clit and a scream tore from her, muffled in the blankets. Tremendous vibrations thundered through her entire body, leaving her breathless.

  Rick chuckled, lowering Kyla slowly to the bed. “Contortionist,” he praised, kissing her ass. “Quick, too. Soon I’m going to torture you and drag it out,” he warned.

  She grunted, huffing till she caught her breath.

  Rick rolled her over and spread her legs. “Would you let me tie you up, Kyla?” he asked.

  She moaned as he spread her labia and ran his finger through her juices. “You…already did,” she managed, hips lifting for more. His eyes darkened. He circled her cunt and her hips fell back to the bed.

  His gaze darted to hers. “Kyla?” he questioned.

  She shook her head. “Other spot,” she mumbled.

  He smiled. “English, woman. Here I’ll help.” He circled her clit and then gave her a pinch. “Clit…” He released and she gasped, her body jerking.

  He lowered and circled her cunt. “I call it cunt. Can you say that, Kyla?”

  Kyla shook her head, her eyes wide and focused completely on him.

  He smiled. “Try.”

  Kyla bit her lower lip. “Vagina,” she answered.

  Rick grinned, dipping his finger in. Her eyes widened and she shifted closer. He grinned. “Say it, Kyla, just once,” he urged.

  Kyla looked at his eyes then his hand. “C…unt,” she managed.

  Rick chuckled, dipping, his mouth kissing her clit. “Clit,” he murmured. “Say it,” he ordered.

  “Clit,” she rasped.

  He lowered, his tongue dragging to the entrance of her cunt. His tongue dipped in and she yelped. “Cunt,” he hummed, tongue dipping back.

  “Cunt,” she cried, hips jerking against him.

  Rick grinned. “Good girl,” he praised. “Nipples.”

  Kyla rolled her eyes. “Nipples,” she repeated.

  His tongue circled and then bit down. Kyla reared up. He grinned at her. “Can we now?” she asked, her eyes wide and full of eagerness. Her hips scooted closer to him.

  Rick grinned. “What? Rub against each other?” he asked. She growled and it was music to Rick’s ears. He leaned close, lips caressing her. “Tell me, Kyla… Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he ordered.

  The heavy passion in his tone pulled her closer. She wanted that right there! That passion, that desire.

  Kyla groaned, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling her body flush to his. “I want you to fuck me…” she moaned. “Please.”

  Rick groaned, pushing her back, body hovering over hers.

  She grasped his thick shaft and guided him to her cunt. Her eyes darted to his, wide and innocent. “Shouldn’t you…” Her cheeks turned bright red.

  He groaned. “You on the pill?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “Trust me?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “Good, going commando with you, Kyla.” He thrust in and both froze. Her mouth fell open. Then in slow motion her eyes closed and she winced in pain, burning ripping pain.

  Rick huffed a heavy breath. “Breathe, love,” he ordered.

  Kyla inhaled a sharp breath as he released a raspy one. “Ohh I don’t know about this,” she whined, squirming. He shushed her, cupping her face. Her eyes opened and looked at him with hurt. “Maybe you should have eased me into this,” she gritted.

  He chuckled. “No easing here, love. Relax. Shit you’re tight.” He groaned. Kyla eased her breathing and he shifted. “Feel it, Kyla…” He pulled out and she squealed, legs tightening around him. He thrust back in. Slow and steady, his hips moved and he felt her whole body relax. He tilted her hips and she moaned at the place he hit deep in her.

  Kyla’s eyes slammed shut. She wasn’t sure what that spot Rick had just touched deep in her but she wanted more of it. Her breathing accelerated, she grasped the sheets, and she moved her hips to catch a rhythm all her own until she was hammering against him. “Right there,” she panted. Her arms flew above her head and grabbed the base of the headboard, her body rising and thumping into his hips.

  Rick groaned. “Firecracker,” he proclaimed, hammering into her hot, tight, silken, clenching sheath.

  Their loud pants filled the air, and his balls slapped her ass. Tremors ripped up Rick’s spine. Shit! He reached between them and thumbed her clit. Kyla screamed, body jerking rapidly against his. Rick jackhammered her, panting her name against her neck. She screamed every curse word she could think of then his name… A long, deep-throated moan ripped from her mouth and poured over him.

  Kyla rolled her hips as he settled on her, tremors still rippling through her. He hugged her body close. “Kyla…oh God, Kyla,” he roared her name, burying his head against her neck. “What you do to me,” he mumbled.

  Kyla giggled. “I can’t stop, Rick,” she cried. Oh fuck she wanted more. Could he do more? “More please. I want more.”

  Shivers crawled over his back at her request. “Need a sec, sugar,” he whispered.

  Kyla moaned, her hips still moving against him. Chaos filled her and spread. Her limbs wrapped around him and demanded more of him.

  Rick chuckled, holding her still. He eased up, looking her in the eyes. Pride filled him. He cupped her cheek. “Lusty woman.” He hummed, thumb wiping away the tear slipping from her eye.

  She clutched his shoulders. “Please,” she begged. She needed more, wanted more.

  He licked his lips. The desire in her eyes broke his heart. He pulled her up with him, making sure not to break contact, and she gasped. “Like I had you on Mark,” he panted.

  She nodded, straddling him, head falling back at the sensations his thick dick rent on her tight cunt. He grasped her close and lifted her. She sighed and he slammed her down on him. Kyla moaned at the sensations, the sounds.

  “Ride me, Kyla,” he ordered, looping her arms over his shoulders. “Come on, babes, you can do it, faster,” he urged.

  Kyla lifted herself up, shifting down, tremors of pleasure ripping through her, she repeated. Rick guided her as she slammed herself down on him. He could feel her cunt tightening. “Harder, babes, you’re almost there,” he whispered.

  Kyla groaned, hand twisting into his hair, pulling. She quickened her pace and soon bounced on him with an erratic pace.

  Rick slammed her to the mattress, lifted her legs, and hammered her. She squeaked with every stroke then her cunt clamped around him and the spasm milked him. Her scream was continuous and filled the night air.

  Rick eased out of her, brushing her hair from her brow. Her eyes were closed and her breath erratic. He kissed her jaw. “Be right back, babes…” He waited for her e
yes to open.

  Kyla nodded. It was all she could muster at that point. She wasn’t sure she could even open her eyes, let alone open her mouth to respond. Her legs burned. Her arms even ached uncomfortably. She moaned as her legs closed and spasms of leftover passion gripped her. Her body shuddered.

  Rick returned with a warm cloth and a glass of water. “Open your beautiful eyes, Kyla. Take a drink.” He handed her the glass. She gulped back the water and nearly sputtered it on him when he placed the warm cloth on her pussy.

  He smirked at the outraged look on her face. She held the glass to him. He gulped back the rest and laid a kiss on her pussy. “Be right back,” he whispered.

  Kyla nodded, watching him go. She looked around the room, head spinning. She just had sex…twice! Oh God. She fell back, exhilarated. She had Rick! He was hers and she was his… She smiled and her eyes closed.

  Rick looked her over, splayed out in his bed, body flush from their loving, the biggest smile on her face. He kissed her thigh. “Into bed, Sleeping Beauty,” he ordered, rolling her over, helping her crawl under the covers. He pulled her close and nestled her under his chin, snuggling the blankets around them and releasing a breath.

  “Rick…”

  “Mmm?”

  “Thank you,” she whispered, snuggling closer.

  He smiled, laying a kiss on the top of her head. “Thank you, Kyla,” he replied, embrace tightening. He wasn’t ever going to let her go. He knew that right then and there.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kyla stared at his sleeping face and smiled. Her fingers itched to touch the stubble on his jaw. She bit her lower lip and her hand took action. She giggled at the tickle on her palm.

  “Do you ever sleep, woman?” His voice was soft and husky.

  He was tired, she was sure of it. “Sometimes no,” she admitted.

  Rick’s eyes shot open at that confession. “Pardon?” That was not how she was supposed to answer that question.

  Kyla shrugged and ran a finger along his jaw, down his neck, back up to his ear. “There are nights where I just can’t sleep. So I stay up and read.”