Drown in You, page 12
I’ll do everything you want me to do to you.
There’s so much I want him to do to me. Everything.
“This is my new favorite game,” he croons. “Can’t wait for what we play next.”
Do I try to run now? Swing the door open and dart past him? Or do I give in? Let him do what we both want and hope no one walks in on us. My pulse echoes in my ears as his footsteps grow closer.
A squeal of the bathroom door opening.
“Hey!” A sharp, feminine voice calls. An RA. “What are you doing in here?”
Luke’s rumbling voice follows. “Just came in to take a piss.”
“Out. And take off that silly mask.”
To my relief, Luke’s footsteps retreat. “Come on, the mask is sexy.”
“Uh-huh.” The RA’s voice tells me she doesn’t care to hear his bullshit at one in the morning.
The door clicks shut behind them.
Every tight muscle in my body relaxes at once. Yet my stomach dips with disappointment that the RA on duty intervened. The horny part of my brain wanted to find out what Luke had planned for me in the shower stall.
With weak legs, I leave the stall and peek out of the restroom. No one in sight. No masked man waiting for me in the shadows. I escaped him.
At least for tonight.
This is what I get for hooking up with a stranger at my father’s wedding. Of course he would be unhinged. And of course, despite my better judgment, I would be into it.
I head for the stairwell and slowly climb the steps, exhausted. My bed sounds so good right now. The slickness hasn’t disappeared from between my legs—if anything, the chase and anticipation only made it worse—but I don’t have the energy for an orgasm tonight. I’ve got early morning classes tomorrow, and I have a bad feeling if I slip that vibrator down my shorts again, I won’t be able to stop fantasizing about Luke being the one between my legs.
When I finally reach the top of the stairs, I grab the door handle.
But when I start to pull it open, a huge hand slams it shut.
I gasp as someone grabs me and pins me to the wall, my escape just out of reach.
Luke looms over me in his mask, hands gripping my hips in an unshakable hold.
My breath catches in my lungs as every muscle in my body stills.
He tips his forehead against mine, stormy gray eyes glazed with lust through the hollows of his mask. “I told you what would happen if I caught you.”
Before I can react, he presses his mask against my neck, his hot breath hitting my skin through the small cluster of holes. With his body, he keeps me glued to the wall, one hand gripping my hip and the other drifting down my shorts.
I writhe and push at his chest, trying to escape him, but he warned me what would happen if I failed to hide from him.
This can’t be happening. Not with him. We can’t get caught. We can’t do this—
His warm finger slips over my pussy before parting me, dipping in just enough to drag my arousal up to my clit.
A whimper escapes my lips at the sharp contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Beg me to make you come,” he murmurs.
I shake my head. I won’t beg him for that. I won’t let him make me. I’ll stave off the orgasm, push it down so he doesn’t get the satisfaction he craves. “No.”
“We’ll be in this stairwell all night.”
“Your finger will fall off before you make me come.”
Even though I can’t see his face, I can hear his wicked grin. “If you don’t come in five minutes, you can go back to your dorm. If you do, you’ll stay in my room.”
I hesitate. This bet isn’t fair. I’m already horny as hell, and we’re both well aware of the effect he has on me. “No, you need to get off me. This is wrong, Luke.”
“It isn’t wrong and you know it,” he growls. “We’re meant to be, Sienna.”
I freeze. How can he think that when we barely know each other? One night of mind-blowing sex can’t be enough to convince him we’re soulmates.
“Either I make you come in five minutes, or I take you back to my room right now.” His low threat is clear. He’s not budging. I can either let my stepbrother finger me in the stairwell, or I can let him hold me hostage in his room. “Do we have a deal, Sienna?”
I hate the way he says my name. So low and alluring and perfect.
We shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t let my stepbrother finger-bang me in public, but it’s clear I don’t have much of a choice.
Besides, I can suppress an orgasm for five minutes. “Deal.”
I can’t believe the word actually left my mouth. I’m literally making a deal with the Devil.
“That’s my good girl.” He’s not allowed to say shit like that. That wasn’t part of the deal. That has to be against the rules. Against the rules of this new, fucked-up game we’re playing.
His finger travels down before slowly sinking into me. I bite back the groan at the delicious stretch. His breath hits my neck before he moans. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I’ve missed being inside you.”
My heart skips, thighs clenching around his hand as the ache builds between my legs. No. I won’t come. I won’t let him make me. “I haven’t missed it.”
A blatant lie, but maybe he’ll believe it.
Luke keeps his finger inside me as he pulls back so he can glare at me from beneath his mask. “Don’t lie to me.”
His finger eases back before plunging into me again, sharper and harder this time. Punishing.
I cry out. The pleasure is building dangerously, the threat of my orgasm looming. I try to tamper it back down. Try not to look at the mask that turns me on way more than it should or the stormy gray eyes that make me want to see how they’ll change when he watches me come.
A minute must’ve passed by now. Only four more to go. I can do this. If I hold off, I can go back to my dorm. I can avoid him for another night.
I can’t let him take me back to his room. To the seclusion of that house where only the Devils will hear me scream. Because if he does, I won’t want to leave.
The hand Luke uses to grip my hip drifts up to my neck. I swallow hard, panic stirring in my belly as his fingers encircle my throat. “Luke, don’t—”
“I decide when you breathe.” Damn it. The same pillow talk I told him makes my knees weak. He’s using my kinks against me.
His thumb hits my clit at the same time his hand tightens around my throat.
I gasp, dragging the tiniest current of air down as Luke squeezes hard. He slips another finger inside me, the squish of my arousal obscene. I wince against the stretch until his thumb rubs my clit, pleasure shooting through me and mixing with the adrenaline.
The slowed blood flow from my neck makes my head grow lighter, somehow increasing the pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans. “You’re going to come for me, sweetheart.”
He’s so certain, so cocky. He already knows exactly how to touch me. Knows how to play my body like he’s known me forever. His thumb grinds against my clit as he finger-fucks me, and the wave of the orgasm is building to a dangerous height.
His grip on my throat loosens, letting me catch my breath for just a second.
Don’t come. Don’t come—
“You know what I did while you were sleeping last night?” His voice is breathless, like fucking me with his fingers brings him just as much pleasure as it does me. “I put on a mask, snuck into your room, and jerked off while I watched you sleep.”
I freeze, hating the pleasure building between my legs, the flood of arousal that greets his fingers at the thought of him jerking off to me while I was blissfully unaware.
He grinds his hard-on against me. His hips thrust forward like he’s inside me, like he’s imagining how he would fuck me. It makes me ache for him to fill me. “You were so beautiful. I wanted to eat your pussy while you slept and make you come before you even opened your eyes.”
I clutch at his arm as he squeezes my throat again. The pleasure from his fingers inside me, his thumb on my clit, his hand controlling my breathing, his cock grinding against me, becomes too overwhelming. I bite my lip. He’s going to make me come, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Then, when I was about to fucking explode, I grabbed your dress. I covered it in my cum. Now I wish I’d made you wear it.”
My eyes sting. I can’t push the orgasm down now. I can only hope the five minutes have passed.
At once, everything stops.
I suck down air as Luke’s grip loosens, heart racing and the pinnacle of pleasure ebbing away as his hand stops moving between my legs. But he doesn’t pull it back out of my shorts.
What the hell is he doing?
“Beg me to make you come.” That same command.
My eyes water. I’m aching to come, need it like I need the air he’s allowing to flow down my throat.
But I can’t give in to him.
Even as every cell in my body is screaming at me to plead with him to keep going, to make me come as hard as he made me come in that hotel room, I keep my mouth shut.
At my silence, his eyes narrow.
I brace myself for him to shove his fingers inside me again and fuck me hard until I’m shattering around him.
Instead, he yanks his hand from my shorts and drops his palm from around my throat.
Disappointment rockets through me as the orgasm completely subsides. A sob builds in my chest. I’ve never wanted to come so badly I could cry before.
This is a far worse punishment than him dragging me back to the Devils’ house and tying me to his bed for the night.
He steps back, turning from me and descending the stairs. My heart plummets, even though it’s exactly what I wanted.
Convinced myself I should want.
“So is the deal off?” I call, embarrassingly breathless as my heart continues to hammer, still coming down from that mountain of pleasure.
I can’t stand that he’s walking away. Exactly how he wants me to feel.
On the landing, he pauses and turns back to me. The mask is equal parts eerie and arousing. “Yes.”
I expect relief to rush through me, but it doesn’t. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Great.” I spin on my heel before he notices how much he’s flustered me. How disappointed I am watching him walk away.
“You won’t spend just one night in my room now. You’ll be there all weekend.”
Chapter 14
Luke
Back at the hockey house, I hear everything going on. Everything.
On the other side of my bedroom wall, Knox, Finn, and Damien are sharing a girl. Her high squeals are quickly muffled by a cock in her mouth whenever they move her around the room or change positions. The three of them love finding new puck bunnies to share but only for a night or two.
They’ve yet to find a girl they want to keep, but god bless her when they do.
Upstairs, Wes and Violet are going at it in his room. Sienna and I could be doing the same if she wasn’t so fucking stubborn.
After I stole the key card from Juliet’s bag, I snuck into their dorm, figuring Sienna would be asleep. But when I inched the door open, a man’s voice and the buzzing of a vibrator filled the room.
My stomach dropped to my feet. In a split second, I was convinced that I was walking in on Sienna fucking some other guy. A guy I was about to kill. Didn’t matter if he was one of my teammates.
Until she bolted upright in bed and scrambled to turn off the vibrator and the audiobook playing from her phone.
My cock twitches at the memory. Even in the trickle of light from the hallway behind me, I spotted the flush on Sienna’s chest and the heaving tits beneath her top. She was close to coming.
A whole night spent with me at home and she didn’t try riding my cock once. But the second she gets back to campus, she can’t control herself. As if a fucking vibrator could ever replace me. Could ever make her feel what only I can.
Pulling out of her right as she was on the verge of unraveling beneath me was a feat reserved for the gods. Even when she refused to beg, I nearly relinquished my control and plunged my fingers back inside her just to remind her how she screams for me. Even if she uses that vibrator to come tonight, she won’t be satisfied. Not until it’s me bringing her to that height of ecstasy.
If she knew I was Ten, she’d already be in love. Now I need to make her fall for me all over again.
Upstairs, a shower kicks on. Wes and Violet are finished, but Knox, Finn, and Damien aren’t done with their toy yet. I clamp the pillow around my head to muffle Damien’s groans and Knox’s shouted words of praise. Not that I can sleep anyway. Not with Sienna running through my head.
My phone lights up.
Sienna
Juliet thinks I should stop texting you.
For a second, I wondered if maybe she was right. Maybe I’m pathetic for continuing to send messages to someone who clearly isn’t reading them.
But I’m not giving up on you. I know how much it hurt when my dad abandoned me. I know how much it hurt you when you lost yours. I won’t let you abandon me too, and I won’t let you lose me.
Lump in my throat, I type back a response.
Ten
Fuck, Sienna. I’m sorry. I love you.
Then I delete it. I’m a piece of shit for letting this go on as long as it has. For not coming clean the second she showed up. But it’s too late now. If I tell her the truth, I’ll lose her forever. She’d never forgive me.
I text her from my real number.
Luke
Send me that audiobook.
She needs a distraction from Ten, and I want to know what book she was listening to. What she was getting off to. We can come to it together.
The minutes tick by, the puck bunny in Knox’s room getting louder, her moans high and whiny, and my teeth grind together. I know Sienna is up. She’s ignoring me.
Luke
I’ll send the Devils to drag you here if you don’t respond.
Seconds later, Sienna sends me a link to the audiobook.
Luke
Good girl.
Sienna
How did you get my number? Don’t say light stalking.
Luke
Asked Mike for it.
I click the link, buy the audiobook, and download it.
Luke
What chapter?
This time, I don’t have to threaten her to get an immediate text back.
Sienna
Ten.
I grin. Once the audiobook finishes downloading, I slip on my headphones.
I skip right to chapter ten. Plenty of mentions of cocks and pussies and thrusting. Every groan the narrators act out triggers memories of my night with Sienna in the hotel room.
Her moans, her gasps, her little whimpers. Every sound of pleasure she couldn’t contain, every clench of her thighs around my head, every spasm of her pussy as she came on my fingers. She’s better than I ever could’ve dreamed.
I pull my cock out of my sweats before they’re wet with pre-cum. The vein on the underside of my shaft throbs, and I stroke down. Fuck.
With every pump of my fist, it’s Sienna riding my cock. Her tight, soaked pussy gliding up and down my shaft, her wetness dripping down to my balls.
She was soaked for me that night in the hotel room. Soaked after I chased her and cornered her on the staircase. It took every ounce of self-control not to shove those flimsy shorts to the side and slide my stiff cock inside her. Bend her leg up and remind her just how much she loves getting fucked by me.
I need to feel that again. Feel her tight walls clench around my shaft as I drive my cock into her relentlessly. Feel her spasms when she comes, watch as her eyes roll until she’s screaming my name—
My hand slams onto the bedside table, frantically searching before I snatch a handful of tissues just in time, catching the shot of cum that shoots out of my dick.
Pleasure rockets through me and my heavy breaths drown out the audiobook still playing in my ears.
But it’s nothing compared to the real thing. Nothing compared to coming inside Sienna. My need for her isn’t quenched in the slightest. With every dry jerk-off, my appetite for her only grows.
I’ll never be satisfied until she’s mine.
Knox claps me on the shoulder while we wait to climb onto the bus. “Grab a nap on the way, Valentine. You’re working yourself too hard. You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” I grumble.
He’s not wrong, though. My arms and legs are weak, hands shaky from the exertion. Normally, I only get like this when I haven’t gotten enough protein, but I ate a hearty breakfast, lunch, and dinner and supplemented with protein powder before my workout this afternoon. Yet hitting the weight room after classes wiped me out and we’ve still got a game against the Wildcats tonight.
But the buzzing in my head is quiet, all thoughts focused on the pain radiating throughout my body. The only way I find peace anymore other than with Sienna.
“Yeah. I’ll take it easy tomorrow.”
“What’s your stepsister up to tonight? I was thinking we could convince her to come to my room with Finn and Damien after the game. We’ll rock her fuckin’ world.”
I punch his shoulder, arms too weak to do any damage. “She’s coming to the game.”
He lifts a brow. “Yeah? Wearing my jersey, I hope.”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole.”
Knox laughs his ass off, breath clouding in the air as he heads for the bus. Wes, Finn, and Damien are already in their seats, slipping on their headphones to get into the zone before the game.
