"Keith!" Etta said to him as he walked to the elevator. He turned around, saw her, and rolled his eyes before turning back to the elevator. He pressed the button and stepped inside as pressed the button to close it, but Etta put her hand between the doors and stepped inside. "You go back there and apologize to her, now." she demanded and he laughed.
"Apologize?! To her?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Keith said with a laugh. "She should be fucking apologizing to Kendall. She lied to him." he said with a humorless chuckle.
"I don't care! You're so selfish, you don't care that you could ruin his relationship with his mother even further. At least, Kendall is willing to admit he still cares for her."
"Well, he shouldn't…Why do you even care about how much that bitch is hurting?" Keith asked as he rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"I just told a woman her son is sick and it's because of her, basically. I felt horrible watching her break down in front of me, and then you show up…being as cold as ever making things worse. Why are you so unforgiving?" Etta asked as the elevator opened to Kendall's floor and she followed him to Kendall's room. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it as he stood with his back turned to her. "Answer me…"
"Because…!" Keith snapped as he turned around and faced her seeing she was slightly frightened. Suddenly, he smirked and she saw his green eyes flicker with a dark thought. "You're afraid of me, aren't you?" he said as he moved closer to her with a predatory look.
"No…" she lied, but she had to believe, somewhere inside him, Kendall was there and he wouldn't allow Keith to hurt her. Suddenly, his body was flush against hers and she stiffened feeling his hands roughly grabbing her hips. He loved hearing her pant in fear of what he might do. He brushed his lips against her ear loving the gasp that came from her
"Liar…" he said into her ear before pulling back and staring into her eyes. He almost gasped in shock when he saw the desire in her eyes. He knew he couldn't let her get away with it. "You're not afraid…" he trailed off with a smirk. "You're getting turned on by this…" he mocked and she rolled her eyes and tried to push him away.
"Fuck you!" Etta said before turning her head away from him and he licked her neck. "That wasn't a fucking invitation!" she said as she struggled against him, but his grip on her hips tightened and she whimpered in pain knowing there will be finger-shaped bruises on her hips.
"I'm fucking sick of your teasing!" he screamed and she trembled in fear as she saw his green eyes blaze with fury and frustration. "I know you're into me…not just Kendall, but me."
"That's not true! I hate you! You're making Kendall sick! You're ruining his life!" she screamed at him as she pushed at his chest to get him away from her.
"I'm making it better! Handling shit for him because of his cunt of a mother! You're just angry that I'm not as nice as Kendall or weak…but I know you want this. I know you're curious…" he said with a smirk and Etta glared at him hating that he was right. Keith was a part of Kendall. No matter how hard she wanted to fight it, she knew that Keith was just an outlet for all the built-up rage, anger, and need for control Kendall was secretly feeling and it was something that made him human. "Do you know why Kendall was pegged to be the bad boy of BTR? It's because I'm a part of him…I was subtle at first, being that he didn't know the real reason his parents divorced so he didn't need me so much, then."
"But, he's holding on to something that you won't let him know. Ugh…why couldn't you have just stayed subtle instead of full-blown taking over?!"
"I wanted to have fun." Keith said with a shrug. "Speaking of fun…why don't you just admit what you want from me, and I'll give it to you." he said as he leaned forward and rolled his hips into hers. He let out a moan feeling his erection pressing into her and he loved the surprised gasp coming from her. He dipped his head lower until his lips were merely and inch from hers. "Just say it…I know you want to…" he said with a smirk. "Say it!" he screamed and quickly moved her hands from his chest to the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
"K…" she managed to get out but couldn't finish because she was unsure if she wanted say Keith or Kendall. She felt him move a hand under her skirt and she moaned feeling his fingers brush against the material of her panties. Sliding his fingers into the band, he gripped the lacy material and give it a hard tug until it was snatched from her body. She moaned feel him gripping her hips harder and pulling her up. She aided him, by leaping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He smirked as he slammed her into the door with his mouth on her neck.
He moaned when he felt Etta reach inside his loose jeans, discovering he wasn't wearing underwear, and gripped his cock. He worked his hips in a way that caused him to grind into her and it got his jeans lower. He moaned feeling her hand move up and down his shaft now that his cock and her hand weren't confined in such a tight space. He smirked as he pushed her hand away and slammed his cock into her loving the loud moan that escaped from her. He wore his pokerface well, but being inside her heat and tight walls around his cock was driving him crazy. Without pausing to allow her time to adjust to him being inside her, he began thrusting in and out of her loving the sound of her back colliding with the door.
"See?" he breathed out into her ear feeling her nails raking up and down his back. "You see…how good this…feels?" he growled into her ear and he turned his head to see her biting her lip with silent tears streaming down her face as she gave in to her pleasure. "All you…had to do…was beg." he said as he began thrusting deeper into her causing her to cry out. He could feel she was close, and he had contemplated torturing her and not allowing her come, but was lost in…a memory…one he had tried to repress and hide from Kendall.
Kendall was young and saw his mother arguing with his father. She was crying and he was trying to console her. That can't be right. If they were arguing, why would he console her?
"Fuck…" Etta moaned out bring Keith out of his reverie, and back to him fucking Etta against the door. He tried to forget about the memory, and tried concentrate on having sex with Etta, but he couldn't let that memory go. He closed his eyes and felt pain behind his eyes as if he had a migraine. It began to conflict with the immense pleasure he was feeling and when he let out a primal scream, he knew he was gone.
When Kendall opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was doing. He was inside Etta having sex with her against his hotel door and he couldn't stop himself. It felt too good to stop. He had only had sex with one other girl and that was Jo. At least he thought he hadn't. He still could remember waking up days ago naked with a used condom around and a note written in lip gloss and a red thong attached to it, but he couldn't remember anything. Hell, he couldn't even remember how the sex with Etta had started. But he couldn't deny he was enjoying it. Her moans were like a dream. He loved seeing her face in utter ecstasy. Suddenly, they locked eyes and Etta's eyes grew wide as she stared at him as if she knew something or recognized something. With a few more thrusts, they reached their orgasm with simultaneous moans. Without tearing their eyes away from each other, they allowed pants and heavy breaths fill in the awkward silence until they would be able to speak. Kendall was about to speak when he heard a knock at his door and his mother's voice, and he panicked as they scrambled to get dressed.
