On His Knees by Tabatha Kiss

Chapter 32

Jenna

Ikiss him. I kiss Seth Newbury.

And I like it. I like it a lot.

I like the feel of his firm hand on my cheek and the way he touches my body; loose enough to let me go, but strong enough to hold me steady.

One kiss becomes another. And another. He curls his arm around my back, drawing me even closer to him.

I part my lips, and his tongue instantly touches mine, sending a shock wave down my spine. I tremble as my hands find their way into his open shirt. His skin is warm and tight, his abs flexing as my touch glides along his torso.

Seth winces. I pull back, remembering his bruises.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

“It’s all right,” he says, far too preoccupied to care as he crushes my mouth again.

He pulls me in for an even deeper kiss that radiates through my knees. I feel it everywhere. Everywhere. A burning, radiating need to be felt and held and, well…

Fucked.

But this is Seth.

My best friend’s brother. How would she feel about this? If she came home right now and walked in here, what would she say?

I turn my head to break the kiss. I instantly miss it, but Seth’s lips travel up my cheek to my ear and I...

“Seth,” I whisper.

He sucks my earlobe between his lips.

I quiver, losing my train of thought.

Fuck, that feels good...

“Seth,” I force myself to say.

He exhales, the sexiest fucking groan lingering on the back of his tongue. “Yeah?” he says before nibbling on me again.

I bite my lip, my hands crawling up his body. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

I push his shirt off his shoulders.

Seth lets it fall. Then his hands are on me again, guiding me to the kitchen table. “I think you’re right.”

His hands drift along my outer thighs.

I put my weight on the table, trembling as his mouth slides down my cheek to steal my lips again. I kiss him back, our tongues massaging together as I pull him to stand between my knees.

“This just...” I take a breath. “This doesn’t make any...”

He pushes my dress up. “I know.”

I spread my legs wider. I reach for his belt. “No sense at all.”

“Not to mention it’s just...”

“Wrong.”

Seth hooks my panties beneath my dress and pulls them down to my knees. “Very wrong,” he repeats, his lips still touching mine.

I push his zipper down while his tongue taps mine again and again. “We shouldn’t—”

“I know—”

“Stop—”

I grab his erection and squeeze.

Seth groans, igniting an even brighter fire in me as he kisses me harder and faster.

“We shouldn’t stop,” I say, my tangled tongue crumbling to pieces in his mouth.

Seth keeps me pinned to the table. I meet his kisses while I smother every thought entering my head.

Don’t.

Stop.

I know this feels good.

But don’t fuck Seth.

Do. Not. Fuck. Seth. Newbury.

“Bad idea,” he whispers. He takes hold of his cock. “This is a bad idea.”

I feel down his body. Hard and toned and... hard.

“Bad,” I repeat. I lose all control of my urges as he pushes his tip against my slit. “Bad, bad—”

Seth enters me. His thick tip stretches my opening, filling my core with deep, delicious pain, but I whimper with pleasure.

“Bad,”I say, my voice wild and high-pitched. “Bad idea.”

Seth nods, but he doesn’t pull out. “Bad idea.”

We leave tender moans on each other’s lips. We don’t move. We breathe each other’s air, stare into each other’s eyes, as we both feel each other. Him, balls deep inside. Me, wet and tight around him. It’s a long, silent battle of wills — one that neither of us is strong enough to win.

Seth moves back slowly, his cock inching out of me. Just when I think he might actually be strong enough to stop this, he penetrates me again.

I gasp, a moan building in the back of my throat. He thrusts into me again. And again.

And then he’s fucking me.

Seth Newbury is fucking me.

“Seth,” I moan. “You…”

He smothers his mouth against my shoulder. “I know.”

I hold on to his thick arms. “You should stop.”

“I know.”

He doesn’t.

I moan, my entire core surging with pleasure. He grunts, his hard body grinding against mine. I raise my ankles, sliding myself closer to the edge of the table, taking more, more, more.

“Fuck.” Seth slows down. “You’re right. I should stop—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Okay.”

He kisses me once. Twice. Again. He moves inside of me once. Twice. Again. And again. It’s a calm fuck, but the sparks burn just as hot. I bite my lip. I clench my hole. My entire body aches for more of him as I recall the whispers of my sisters in the Beta Kappa house.

Seth Newbury knows how to fuck.

Yes.

Yes, he does.

He locks his golden eyes on me. I nearly gasp, his intense stare penetrating as deep as his cock. My senses dissolve. My thoughts become muted. All I can do is feel. Passion. Pleasure. Desire for the only man in the world I’ve ever truly despised.

Turns out, he’s also the only man capable of plucking an orgasm out of me as easy as a dandelion’s petal.

I cling to him as it happens. Climax crashes through me, twitching and twisting muscles I didn’t even know I had.

Seth smirks. Any other moment, this look of triumph would have enraged me. Hell, it still does now, but I can’t stop moaning for more. I practically beg for another hit of his sweet kiss, but he doesn’t offer it.

He just smirks.

Then his grip tightens. His head dips to my shoulder. He thrusts in hard, performing another firm grind as an even deeper groan rolls over his tongue. His cock swells within me, and I welcome every delicious throb as he comes inside of me.

We stop moving. We lock together in a warm and sticky embrace. Our pulses pound. Beads of sweat grace our foreheads. Tight grips linger long enough to leave bruises.

What have we done?

Seth takes a slow step back. His flaccid cock slides out, sending one final flurry of tingles throughout my body. I gently set my feet on the floor. He pulls up his pants, leaving them resting open on his hips as he lingers next to me. I pick my panties up off the floor. He leans against the table as if standing on his own is a mighty task.

I’d feel dizzy too if I’d just fucked the oblivion out of my little sister’s best friend.

We really just did that.

We really just...

We look at each other at the same time.

We both realize the same thing.

We can’t take this back.

Seth nods. “All right, well...”

He extends his hand to me.

I take it.

I actually take it.

I actually shake it, too.

“Be seeing you,” he says.

Be seeing you.

Be seeing you?

With a nervous twitch, he drops my hand and bolts away, making his way down the hall to Heidi’s room.

What?

I clench below the belt and rush to the bathroom. One problem at a time. Let’s give Mr. Newbury a chance to come to his senses while I do a bit of… clean up.

I flush the toilet afterward and release a deep sigh. Not of regret. Or relief, even. Just…

Release.

The tension I’ve felt in me since the moment Seth showed up on my doorstep has gone. Faded. Something in me needed this — needed him — something deep in me that’s suppressed. But is this all it needed? A quickie? I feel great now, but how will I feel in twenty minutes? Or an hour?

We can’t take this back.

We can’t take this back.

But how do we move forward?

Can we even move forward?

The front door slams.

Hell, I even don’t know.

But I guess I could ask…

Wait.

I poke my head out into the hallway. “Seth?” I ask.

Silence.

“Seth?”

I step down the hall to Heidi’s room. It’s empty. His duffel and backpack, usually stacked up by the closet door, are gone, too.

Oh, hell no.

Did he just—?

An engine turns outside, filling the quiet night with the familiar rumbling of Seth’s orange truck.

I rush to the window to check. Headlights shine in my eyes for a second as his truck peels off down the street.

My jaw drops.

“Son of a bitch,”I say.