Page 51 of Spinning Out Of Control

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KIRA

I love my family, but damn, do they have awful timing.

It takes me longer than I’d like to get my family out the door and into their rental car. But finally, after twenty minutes of hugging and promises of spots in tomorrow’s live classes before they head back to Tennessee, I watch as the SUV pulls out of my garage and onto the street. I feel a bit like a grandma in a Hallmark movie, standing on my front stoop and waving as they drive away. But as soon as I see the taillights disappear around the corner, I’m running back into the house.

I find Ren exactly where I left him in the kitchen. The nearly empty takeout containers and discarded plates have all been dealt with while I was gone, and I wish I’d gotten the chance to watch him do my dishes. There’s something so annoyingly sexy about men doing domesticchores without being asked.

He’s standing near the refrigerator, back turned to me and studying the champagne cork hole in the wall. I clear my throat to get his attention.

“Does this have anything to do with the real Jerry Garcia? Or is it some weird joke I don’t understand?” He asks without turning around.

Well, that just won’t do.

I pull my shirt over my head and unsnap my bra, then throw both garments at the back of Ren’s head. He turns, and I love the feeling I get from watching him drink in the sight of my nearly naked body. His eyes narrow in on my breasts, and I love how filthy he looks, ogling me and licking his lips like a starved man. I prop my hands on my hips.

“Do you want to discuss my taste in art, or do you want to fuck me, Ren?”

He runs a hand over his jaw, blows out a long breath, then crosses the room in two strides. Before I even have time to squeal, I’m lifted into the air and hoisted over his shoulder. With one arm wrapped around my thighs, he pushes out of my kitchen and into the living room.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Finally,” I sigh. His hand comes down, swift and hard against my ass.

“Bedroom, Kira. Where’s the fucking bedroom?”

“Up the stairs, first door on the right,” I answer. When we reach the stairs, Ren takes them two at a time. The way he’s holding me by my legs has my thighssqueezing together, creating delicious friction against my clit. My nipples graze the fabric of his Henley, and it’s all too much sensation and not enough all at once. He throws open the door to my bedroom with enough force to rattle the house, then tosses me directly onto my mattress.

The night-lights I have plugged in each corner of the room cast a glow around us, enough that I can see Ren as he reaches behind himself to pull his shirt over his head. I shimmy out of my leggings, kicking them off the edge of the bed. I never bothered putting on panties after all the plane activities, so I’m completely bare when I spread my legs and dip a finger between them. I sigh when my finger brushes my clit, the relief instant and spurring me on. I circle my clit again, increasing the pressure with each pass. My head falls back on a moan.

“Fucking hell, Kira. That’s so hot. I don’t want you to stop.”

I look up to find Ren entranced, his eyes laser focused on my pussy. He’s got his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. His hand is hidden behind his briefs, slowly and intently stroking himself while I play with my clit.

“Ren,” I moan, extending my free hand out to him. “Come here, please.”

On a groan, he pulls his hand from his briefs and crawls into the bed, straddling me so that one of my legs is between both of his. In this position, he can stillsee me touching myself and I can see the outline of his delicious cock just out of my reach.

“Keep touching yourself, love. I want to play with these tits.”

He leans in, cupping each of my breasts and testing the weight of them in his palms. I learned quickly on the plane that Ren is a tits guy. At least, he’s amytits guy. He brushes a thumb over each of my nipples, causing a shiver to run through me as he teases the diamond studded barbells.

“Ren, oh my god. That feels so good,” I gasp when he pinches my nipples, lightly twisting the sensitive peaks. He leans down and sucks one between his lips, and I hiss at the pleasure. I circle my clit faster, chasing the orgasm that has been slowly building inside me all night.

“Do not come, little pest,” Ren demands as he switches breasts, dragging his teeth over the swell of my breast before lightly biting my nipple.

“I’m so close,” I say, ignoring him. My thighs start to shake as the pleasure builds at the base of my spine. I buck up into my hand as I rub myself. Stars dot my vision, and I’m right there, right on the edge of bliss, ready to tumble over.

Ren releases my breasts and swats my hand away, bringing his own palm down against my pussy with a loud ‘THWACK’. I squeal at the bite of pain, my orgasm retreating out of reach even as Warren soothes the sting of my clit with his thumb.

“I told you no. The first time you come tonight is going to be on my cock, not your own fucking hand. Do you understand me?”

Fuck, bossy Ren is sexy. Normally, I wouldn’t give in to him so easily, but he caught me in a cloud of desperation. Right now, I’m not above begging.

“Then please, Ren. Please take your cock out and fuck me. I need to feel you. Need to be full of you. I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right now.” I reach for his briefs, but he grabs my wrists in his hand and tuts at me.

“You, my precious little pest, need to learn a little bit of patience. Now, if I remember correctly, you mentioned something about wanting to be on top?”

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