The Flyer

CHAPTER 39: Brat

CHAPTER 39: Brat

Kyle's POV

"I think you should go home," I repeat.

"W-why?" She's confused. As she should because what the fuck am I saying?

I prop myself up on my elbows. "I don't want to force you into anything."

I don't know how I was able to be so considerate with her. Or why I even cared. Especially, seeing the position we'd just been in.

"You're not." She says.

"I feel that I am. Too much is happening very quickly and you're not like this."

"You don't know what I'm like." She quickly states.

"You're right. I don't know what you're like, but I do know what I'm like. And I just think you should have time to process-"

"I don't have anything to think about," she interrupts.

She was making this very difficult for me. "I don't want you to give in to things just because I'm able to make you feel good."

She crosses her arms over her chest. "It's not like I'm going to let you have sex with me."

"You weren't going to let me do a lot of things today," I remind, "You didn't want to do a lot, but you still did." I go forth to elaborate. "You were extremely hesitant to touch me, but you ended up doing it. You didn't want to get in the shower with me, but you did. And you didn't want me to touch you, but I did. Just because you don't want to let me do something or you don't want to do something doesn't mean it won't happen."

She scoffs. "So you want me to leave then?" She runs her hand through her hair and I just stare at her breasts as they slightly jump up and down with her movement. A groan becomes trapped within my throat and I force myself to avert my eyes.

"Look, it's not that I want you to go home. Believe me, baby, that's not it at all. I want you to stay right there and I want to make you wet all over again, but I just keep thinking about how young you are and-"

"I'm not that young!" Her face is red from my previous comment, but she's being feisty anyway.

"Yes, you are." I feel my voice shake, but it's all in my head. I clear my throat anyway.

She gets on top of me and sits on me. "I'm not."

I suck in a breath. It would be so easy to push her away from me, but I don't. I can't bring myself to do it. The position she's in, her ass on my junk, her legs on either sides of me, and her hands on my chest... She was making me weak.

"Do you really want me to leave, Kyle?" She was teasing me.

"No."

I bring my mouth to hers and suck on her bottom lip, but I stop when I feel her rub against me.

"What are you doing?"

The rubbing falters slightly, but doesn't stop.

"Stop that," I growl, "You're supposed to be going home."

"You can't make me go home," she argues.

I close my eyes. She was being so bad.

"Behave."

She tilts her head to the side and looks at me curiously. "You know," she says, "I've figured you out a bit."

I arch a brow. "Oh? What have you figured out?"

"You're always ordering and demanding. You like it when I do what you say."

I smirk. "You got me, doll."