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Chapter Twelve– The Morning After
“What am I going to do with you, Kitten?” I heard Iain mumble softly. I curled into his chest, hiding my face from the light streaming through his blinds.
“Morning, Kitten,” Iain chuckled, wrapping his arms around me, and that’s when I felt his arousal pressed into my thigh.
“Sorry,” he mumbled awkwardly.
“It’s okay,” I shrugged, “Thanks for last night.”
“It was my pleasure, you say some quite interesting things when you’re drunk,” he laughed.
“Oh no,” I groaned, “What did I say?”
“You don’t remember?” He chuckled amusedly.
“Not really,” I grumbled, “Do I want to know?”
“Well, what’s the last thing you remember?”
“Coming back here and laughing for like an hour,” I said.
“Well we stumbled into my room, and I took off my shirt, and then you stripped doon into this sexy number. I took off my jeans and you complained that it was hot. And we fell into my bed, laughing, and asked me if I knew what else what hot, and you made me promise not to tell me,” he laughed, “So I pinky-promised that I wouldn’t tell myself. And then you proceeded to go on and on aboot how hot you thought I was,” he laughed.
“Oh no,” I felt my face heat up with embarrassment.
“Well at least I know that you meant it, and weren’t just drunk,” he chuckled, pecking my forehead as I hid my face with my hands.
“It was really sexy, Kitten. Who knew you yearned for such naughty things? I mean, I know I’m ‘hotter than the sun’ and that I’m ‘sexier than sin’ and ‘even the devil should be jealous of how hot I am’ but I never knew that you wanted to bang me or sit on my face, or ride me like a horse,” he laughed.
“Iain,” I complained, “I can’t believe I said that.” I tried to get up so I could leave or something, I don’t know, but I didn’t want to sit here embarrassed, but Iain pulled me back into him.
“It’s okay, Kitten, I might have said some things back, and we might have made out a lot, and if we hadn’t have been so off our asses, who knows,” he smirked.
“Did I mention you look sexy as sin?” he whispered out huskily, capturing my lips with his.
“Ben would be furious if he knew everything,” I murmured.
“You know, this kind of sucks,” he says, “I just want to make out with a really hot girl, but there’s this problem, she’s my best friend’s baby sister.”
“Iain,” I sighed, biting my lip.
“The fun’s over isn’t it?” he asked.
“I mean, I just think we should keep it professional. You know, like only kiss when we have to for the sake of Ben. I just…I don’t want one of us ending up hurt or I don’t know. I just…,” I stopped.
“Whatever you wish, Kitten,” he said in a way that almost sounded angry.
“I’m sorry. I just…this is dumb, forget it,” I sighed.
“No, Kitten, say it. I don’t get it. Is it because of that fuck face Karl?” he asked, frustratedly.
“No, it’s just…I don’t want to lose you in my life. I don’t want to make things awkward between us. Anymore it feels like Ben and I are on two completely different wavelengths, for the first time in my life I feel like I can’t talk to him about everything, about how I feel and I just feel like a complete stranger to my own brother. I don’t want that for us. I can’t lose both of you.”
He clenched his jaw, and nodded.
“Okay. Cutting everything off cold turkey.” he agreed. We sat in silence for a few moments before he sighed, “One last kiss.” Then his lips were on mine. I tangled my fingers in his hair, and he pulled me on top of him. I straddled his waist, and I could feel his boner at my core. I grinded against him, and we made out frantically. He reached up and unclasped my bra, but made no move to pull it off. I pushed him away for a second and took it off before pressing my lips on his again. He flipped us over so he was on top and pulled away, his eyes on my chest. I felt my face heat up, and he smirked.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Kitten,” he growled out and kissed me again. He kissed down my neck and across my collar bone before teasing my nipple with his teeth. He gave the same treatment to the other and then kissed down my stomach, stopping at my belly button. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled his lips back up to mine, and pushed him onto his back. I climbed back on top of him, and grinded my hips against his arousal and he gripped my hips, helping to guide them. It was kind of weird to think that if it weren’t for the thin layers of fabric separating us we’d be having sex basically. And I didn’t really care. I just wanted Iain. I wanted all of him. I moaned as his hard dick hit my clit in the most perfect way possible, and Iain smirked. He played with my boobs with one hand, and controlled my hips with the other.
I moaned again. I was so turned on. Seriously, I was so wet I was practically drowning. I continued grinding against him, until I nearly couldn’t take it anymore. Iain groaned as I continued grinding on him. He gripped my hips tightly and I moaned. I was so close, so close to something. I’d never really had an orgasm, and I didn’t know what to expect, but once the waves of pleasure fell over me as my heart pounded and I moaned, I knew. Iain smirked, and sat up, with me still on top of him. He pecked my lips and I kissed him happily and lazily.
“So…breakfast?”
“Sure,” I said.
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