A smirk settles across my face. She’s such a fucking fireball. I can’t wait until it’s me she’s screaming at like that. The only difference is, I wouldn’t dare leave her all worked up. Hell no, I’d rather have her screaming at me while my head was buried between her pretty thighs.

  Realizing her biker friend isn’t about to turn around and give her what she wants, Kyah gives up and turns to face the building, muttering to herself as she makes her way toward the door. She’s hidden beneath the small shelter that covers the main entrance of her building, but I can picture her so clearly fumbling over the small buttons on the keypad as she hashes in the code—3821.

  She disappears completely, and I can only assume she found the right numbers. Realizing she’s on her way up to me, I shuffle across her small room and slip inside her closet, leaving the door cracked just an inch to give me the perfect view of her.

  I wait only a minute before hearing her key in the lock. Her apartment is dead quiet and every slight noise she makes sounds like it’s made with a megaphone. She slams her door behind her and takes a moment to bolt all the locks, and judging by the sounds coming out of her, she’s wasted.

  Kyah sings to herself, sounding like a drowned rat, and I find it oddly soothing, like something I’d happily wake up to each morning.

  She shuffles through her apartment, scuffing her feet as she goes, her bag and keys crashing against a hard surface. The singing stops as she bolts for the bathroom while muttering about Viper being a little bitch with a useless cock.

  Frustrated grunts come from the bathroom, and before I know it, she’s half naked, striding into her bedroom with nothing but her phone in her hand. My gaze immediately lingers on her body, and I’m thankful when she bypasses the light, striding through her room in the dark.

  It’s an overcast night, clouds filling the Brooklyn sky, leaving only a dull glow of moonlight to pour through her bedroom window. I see enough though, barely a silhouette, but it’s more than what I need for tonight.

  Kyah scrambles into bed, tossing and turning for a moment, and over all the nights I’ve watched her, she’s never seemed so frustrated. Something’s bothering her, and I can’t fucking stand that I don’t know what it is. Surely this can’t just be because that asshole refused to fuck her. No, this has got to be something more.

  The tossing continues and then finally, a frustrated groan tears from deep in her throat and she scrambles for her phone. Swiping her thumb across the screen, it lights up her face, and my dick hardens when I’m able to see the hard peaks of her nipples through her thin tank.

  Reaching down, I fist my cock, giving a hard squeeze. I’m already so worked up, but I don’t dare take my eyes off her as she types out a text, and then, biting her bottom lip, she hesitates. A moment passes, and my hands itch to pull out my burner phone to see what she’s written, but before I get a chance to even consider it, a fucking gorgeous smile tears across her face and she hits send.

  Kyah laughs to herself, placing her phone back on her bedside table, and then in a moment of pure heaven, she reaches over the side of her bed and drags open her side drawer. She fumbles around inside and then pulls out a fucking huge silicone dildo.

  My cock flinches in my hand, too fucking excited for its own good, and I watch, already panting as Kyah tears her flimsy tank over her head, her fingers rolling over her pert nipples. She scrambles onto her knees, her blonde, messy hair creating a halo around her head with the dull moonlight streaming through the window.

  She groans, and I’m completely captivated with pre-cum already beading at the top of my cock. I’ve never felt a rush like this in my life. I need her to hurry up, to show me exactly how she likes to fuck herself, to hear what she sounds like as she comes. But on the other hand, I want her to take her time, for this to last all night. Judging by the frustration in her groans, this is going to be a quick one tonight, and if it is, I’m going to be ready, right there, coming along with her.

  Kyah frees herself of her panties, and despite her not even having started, I find myself inhaling deeper, desperate to smell her scent in the air. My grip tightens around the base of my cock, and as she pushes up higher on her knees, completely naked, I watch as she continues to caress her nipple, softly groaning and tilting her head back.

  Her other hand trails down her body, and she jolts as her fingers skim over her clit, moaning with pure satisfaction. She does it again, starting to rub tiny circles over her needy clit, and I can tell that she’s trying to take her time, wanting this to last, but she’s too worked up and her fingers quickly dive a little deeper, pushing up inside her cunt.

  I groan before catching myself, cutting off the sound before she hears me, my fists working furiously up and down my cock, imagining just how good it’d feel inside her.

  Kyah rides her fingers, her thumb working her clit, but it’s not enough for her, and she quickly pulls out and reaches for the monster cock laying beside her knee. Her other hand moves down her body, continuing to work her clit as she lifts the dildo to her lips, opening wide and lubing it up with her saliva before finally reaching between her legs.

  She props the dildo on the bed and adjusts herself over it, and the huge tip barely penetrates her entrance at first, and then as she rolls her fingers over her clit, she lowers herself down, those sweet walls stretching wide as she groans with blissful satisfaction.

  “Ahhhh fuck,” Kyah moans, taking it so fucking slowly. Inch by inch. Deeper and deeper.

  Holy fuck.

  My knee starts to shake, and I grip my tip, willing myself not to come just yet.

  Fuck, she’s so gorgeous, and as I take a deep breath, I can finally smell her, so fucking sweet. It’s the best kind of torture I’ve ever experienced, and then she drops right down, taking the monster cock until she bottoms out. “OH GOD,” she cries before slowly coming back up, the dildo soaking in her arousal.

  Her fingers move over her clit like lightning, working herself just how I wish I could, and as her sweet cunt adjusts to the large intrusion, she finally starts to move. She fucks the dildo hard, taking it deep with long, forceful thrusts, one hand gripping her headboard just to keep herself balanced.

  It’s intoxicating, and I work myself right along with her, matching her fast thrusts and squeezing hard as I grit my teeth.

  She’s fucking perfect, so damn beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone like her. I need to touch her, need to taste her, but she’s not ready. Soon though. So fucking soon.

  Kyah cries out again, and when her thighs start to shake, she throws herself back on the mattress, her legs spread wide, giving me the perfect view of her soaking pussy as she reaches through her legs and grips the dildo. I can’t tear my eyes off her, watching the way her cunt stretches around the thick cock and as she throws her head back, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit. I push the closet door open, not wanting to obstruct my view of her a second longer.

  My cock is throbbing, the hard angry veins pulsing as my balls tighten. I’m so fucking desperate for a release, but I hold on to it, determined to come with her.

  Kyah pants loudly, barely able to catch her breath, and if it weren’t for her groans and desperation, she would have heard the way my fist moves up and down my cock or the subtle grunts tearing from the back of my throat.

  I inch closer through the darkness, needing to see the way her arousal glistens on the dildo, and fuck me, it’s everything. She pushes it deeper, taking long forceful thrusts, and as she clenches her eyes, her head tips back, and I know this is it.

  “FUUUUCCCCKK,” she groans, coming so goddamn hard I can see the way her pussy shudders, clenching around the thick dildo, but she doesn’t stop thrusting, doesn’t stop rolling her fingers over her clit as she rides out the high, and as I watch the way she falls apart, her scent so thick in the air, I come hard, blowing my load right across her fucking bedroom, my hips jolting forward.

  My whole body feels paralyzed as the hot spurts of cum shoot out of me, and God dammit, I’ve never come so hard, and judging by the way Kyah cries out into the night, she’s right there with me.

  Her high finally starts to ease, and she slows her movements, panting so fucking heavily she doesn’t even hear as I tuck myself back into my pants and inch away from the foot of her bed, keeping myself hidden in the darkness.

  Kyah takes shaky breaths, her fingers falling away from her clit, and as she slowly pulls the dildo out of her sweet pussy, she cringes, and I can only imagine just how sore she is as she tosses the glistening dildo across her bed. The overwhelming need to ease her pain blasts through my veins, desperately wanting to crawl into her bed and part those pretty thighs, gently pushing my fingers inside of her and massaging her sore walls until she’s coming all over again, my tongue leisurely roaming over her pretty clit. But instead, all I can do is stare at the used dildo.

  Kyah instantly crashes against her pillow, grabbing her blankets and pulling them right up over her shoulder, and I’m sure had she not been drinking so much tonight, she’d be more than aware of me standing in the shadows. But tonight, I’m thankful that she’s not because if she were, I wouldn’t be able to creep forward and reach across her bed.

  My hand closes around the base of the dildo, lifting it to my lips, and without even a moment of hesitation, I open wide, lapping up every drop of her arousal and tasting just how fucking sweet she is.

  My knees buckle, and as I place the dildo exactly where she’d put it, I drop down, catching myself at the base of her bed, being careful not to wake her, knowing without a doubt that Kyah Bailey is about to change the fucking game.

  Soon, Kyah, my sweet little devil. So fucking soon.

  12

  KYAH

  My eyes spring open as a loud banging booms through my apartment, and I cringe, the morning sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. My head immediately starts to pound, and I instantly regret my decision to try and keep up with Nat last night.

  What the hell was I thinking? I know better than that. Nat is a beast when it comes to holding her liquor. On the other hand, I like to think I can handle it, but in reality, I’m the biggest lightweight to ever walk the planet.

  Dragging my hand over my face, I try to adjust to the bright morning, but let’s face it, it’s no use. Nothing but a screaming orgasm is going to help this hangover. Though the one I had last night was pretty fucking good. Hell, I still feel my legs shaking.

  That was intense. I don’t usually use the big boy, but when my hand curled around the base and I pulled it out, I couldn’t resist giving it a go. I had to take it slow at first. I wasn’t sure it would really fit, but the tequila and the vibration of Viper’s bike under my pussy really gave me the extra encouragement I needed. Then once I was comfortable and I’d adjusted, there was no stopping me. Hell, I don’t think I can go back to using my other ones now. It’s a sad day in hell for the rest of my collection. I’ll have to host a wake for them. I could make miniature caskets and then send them out in a blaze of glory.

  A soft beep fills my room, and I groan, rolling over to find my phone, and as I scoop it up, I see a new notification from Alex. My stomach sinks.

  “Oh no,” I mutter to myself, dread filling my veins.

  What the hell did I do?

  As I unlock my phone and open the next text from Alex, I mentally prepare myself, trying to go over everything that happened last night and hoping like hell I didn’t throw myself at him and embarrass the shit out of myself. But come to think about it, maybe it was Viper I was throwing myself at.

  Shit. This calls for damage control.

  Ignoring the thousand new texts from Crew, I open the single one from Alex.

  Alex - Open the fucking door, Mace.

  What the fuck?

  My gaze scans over the message just as the same loud banging sounds through the apartment again, and I fly up in bed, my eyes wide with horror. My blanket falls to my waist and I quickly realize I’m still butt-naked.

  What the hell did I say to this guy to deserve an early morning wake-up call in the form of loud banging? Perhaps I did try and throw myself at him after his declaration in the alleyway not to touch me until I’d worked out what I wanted.

  Fucking tequila. Every time I have even a sip, it’s as though my body just decides to be a reckless asshole with no concern for my health or safety. Hell, last time Crew poured tequila down my throat, I let him screw me all night, and look how that turned out. I’m just glad Viper had the decency to keep his hands off me, though I’m almost certain I offered to suck his dick in the middle of the street.

  The banging at the door sounds again, and I cringe, my gaze falling back to Alex’s message only to realize there’s a message above, but not the one I remember sending last. No, this is a brand-new text from me, one sent at precisely two thirty-eight this morning.

  Dread fills my veins, and I scan over the message, my heart racing faster with every passing second.

  Kyah - You’re right. I thought about fucking you all day. Thought about your tongue working my clit. Your fingers pushing deep inside of me. How it would feel riding your cock, and how my walls would squeeze you so damn tight you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. I want you, Mr. Parkour, but you don’t get to touch any of this. I’m about to fuck myself. I’m going to take myself so fucking deep, and when it’s too much for me to handle, when I come so hard I pass out, I’m not going to scream your name.

  Oh no. Tell me I didn’t.

  Ding!

  Shit.

  A new message pops up below his last, and my hands shake as my gaze drops, reading over his latest message.

  Alex - Two fucking seconds before I kick this fucking door down. I know you’re awake, Mace. I can see you’ve read my text.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, throwing myself to my feet and grabbing the throw blanket off the end of my bed and pulling it around my naked body, doing a shitty job at trying to cover up. My new favorite friend sits at the end of my bed right where I left it, and I mentally battle with myself, wondering if I can spare an extra second to kick it under my bed or risk Alex coming right through here and seeing what I got up to last night.

  “ONE,” I hear called through the door.

  Shit. My heart races just a little bit faster, my hands shaking with a strange mix of nervous anticipation and excitement, not knowing what I will get with this intriguing stranger. Fuck the monster dildo. I don’t have time. I’m going to have to risk it.

  “TWO.”

  Fuck.

  “Hold your horses,” I call through the small apartment, noticing something wet on my bedroom floor, but not having a second to stop and see what it is. I hurry out of my room, listening to the heavy thumping coming from my door, and I scramble, hoping like fuck I can open it before Alex pisses off our neighbors.

  Hastily unlocking the dead bolt, I turn the main lock and then finally grip the handle before yanking the door open to find Alex in nothing but a pair of workout shorts, a sheer layer of sweat coating his defined body as though he’s just spent the morning working out his frustrations on the street instead of working them out on my body.

  I barely get the door open before Alex barges in, his strong arm scooping around my waist as he whips us both around, somehow slamming the door in the process. My back flattens against the closed door, and Alex instantly crowds me, his forehead tipped against mine as he breathes heavily, his eyes closed. “Fuck me,” he mutters, the darkness in his tone instantly making me wet as my fingers splay across his strong chest. “Tell me you’re not naked under this.”

  A wicked grin stretches across my face, and without hesitation I release my grip on the throw blanket, letting it fall to the ground, parts of it getting caught between our bodies.

  Alex groans, his fingers going straight to my waist, holding me so fucking tight as I feel him harden beneath his workout shorts, and good god, this man could rival the monster cock that’s currently chilling out on my bed.

  “Do you have any fucking idea how it feels to listen to you come through the walls and not hear my name on your fucking lips?” he growls, looking as though he could crumble.

  “Probably about the same as you slamming me up against a brick wall and putting your hands all over me but not giving me what I want.”

  He clenches his jaw. “I won’t touch you,” he rumbles. “Not until you know what the fuck you want.”

  “Sounds like a you problem,” I murmur, placing my hand over his on my waist and dragging it up my body, letting him touch me wherever the hell he wants, his fingers skimming over the curve of my breast.

  “You’re a me problem Kyah,” he tells me, his fingers pulling away to ball into a fist, forcing himself not to touch me a second longer. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”

  Lifting my chin, I meet his gaze, my tongue rolling over my bottom lip. I lower my voice, barely a subtle whisper, but enough to get my point across. “So what do you plan on doing about it?” I murmur, holding his gaze hostage.

  “Get dressed, Mace,” he says. “I told you yesterday that I’m not playing your fucking games. I want you. I want to take you out, and after spending the night listening to you coming without me, I swore to myself that I would never let that happen again. I don’t give a shit about the list of people you refuse to date. I’m breaking your fucking rules, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

  “Alex,” I warn.

  “No. Get dressed, Kyah. We’re doing this.”

  “It’s barely seven in the morning,” I remind him. “I don’t care what kind of rules you want to break, but you’re not getting me out of here anytime before ten. Plus, I smell like a bar. I need a shower—and a really cold one at that. Otherwise, you and I aren’t making it anywhere.”