Drown in You, page 5
Except I haven’t heard from him since I mentioned my father’s wedding and I’m starting to wonder if I did something to piss him off. He never goes more than twenty-four hours without responding to me, even during hockey season. But I can’t shake the feeling that he’s ignoring me, and I don’t know what I did wrong or how to fix it.
The man I’m straddling wraps his lips around my hard nipple and I shove thoughts of Ten out of my head. I can’t be thinking of him when I’m literally about to fuck another guy.
He sucks my nipple, making my eyes roll as I claw at his hair. “I can’t wait to taste you everywhere.”
Holy shit. Every word out of this man’s mouth turns me to molten lava. “You don’t have to do that,” I gasp. “I’m plenty wet.”
“I know you are,” he growls, grinding my pussy against his cock, my panties the only thing separating us. I cry out when his tip hits my clit. Yeah, it’s not going to take me long to come at all. Not with him. “But I want you dripping for me.”
I rock my hips, desperate to relieve the growing ache between my legs. “Do whatever you want,” I pant before quickly adding, “Within reason. I mean—”
Thank god, he stops my blabbering, flipping me onto my back and kissing, sucking, and nibbling his way slowly down my body like he’s entranced by every inch. I jerk and writhe beneath him.
When his head is between my thighs, he murmurs, “You’re going to love this, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. It’s not good girl, but it’s somehow better. Especially with that slight Southern accent, barely noticeable for anyone not fixated on his every sound. Or maybe every word out of this man’s mouth is better by default. He could probably read a grocery list and turn me on.
“You seriously don’t have to,” I offer one last time.
Most guys like to get in and get out during a hookup, especially a one-time thing like this. Guys only care about getting you off if they care about you, and most of them don’t have the patience or the endurance to go down on a girl long enough to make her come. Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s always taken me forever to get there because no man has ever turned me on this much before.
His brows furrow now, but he keeps his head between my legs, the flimsy fabric of my panties the only layer separating us. “You’re not making me. I want to lick your pussy until you come.”
My god. Why can’t every man be as direct and pornographic as this one? Thank god he’s the one I met at the hotel bar tonight and not some other schmuck who would have no doubt disappointed me.
While his fingers trace my panty line, making me gulp, his eyes blaze. “Are you going to try to stop me again? Or are you going to be a good girl and take it?”
I shake my head quickly. “I’m not going to stop you.”
Some crazy part of me trusts him enough to tell him he can do whatever he wants to me, but the much smaller, smarter part of my brain chastises the horny part for even considering it.
If this was more than a one-night stand, maybe I would. If he was my fuck buddy, I’d be on his cock three times a day, just to experience all the different ways he would fuck me. After the way he kissed my bruises and demanded to know who left them on my body, he might even be boyfriend material. If that’s something I wanted.
Juliet would probably date him, but I’d die of jealousy knowing the incredible foreplay she’s experiencing on a daily basis while I’m stuck getting jackhammered by fumbling, inebriated frat bros.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, drawing my panties to the side and baring my pussy to him. He hisses sharply, and I freeze. “You’re perfect.”
My pussy has definitely never been called perfect before. I nearly blurt that he’s perfect, but if that doesn’t scream this-girl-is-going-to-stalk-me, I don’t know what does. So all I squeak out is “Thank you.”
His head drifts closer, his soft breath hitting the wetness pooling between my legs. I stop breathing as I brace for contact.
But instead of licking me, he blows softly on my pussy.
I jerk, gasping at the unexpected pleasure from a little air. Jesus. It’s like I’ve never experienced human touch before. Every move this man makes sets me on fire. By the end of this, I’m going to be a burnt husk in front of him.
He chuckles softly, getting far too much enjoyment out of my reactions.
“When I finally lick your pussy”—He kisses my thigh—“are you going to scream for me?”
I’ve never screamed in bed before. Moaned, yes, whimpered, yes, but never screamed. Yet I am fully convinced that I’m going to scream when this man finally makes me come. I’ve never been wound so tight with sexual tension in my life. My screams will probably bring the entire hotel crumbling down. “I might.”
“Mmm. Let’s find out.” Without any more preamble, his tongue flicks against my clit.
I cry out, back arching. Fuck. This is exactly what I need. Him. I need more of him. Like air. More than air. “Holy fuck!”
His tongue digs against my clit harder before swirling. My heart hammers against my ribs, and I cling to his hair, loving that it’s long enough to tug on. He lets me pull him closer, pressing his mouth harder against me.
When he dips a finger inside me, I cry out again at the stretch, at the exquisite feeling of being filled, and he groans. That sound alone is almost enough to make me shatter.
“Jesus.” His groan is agonized. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“I know,” I gasp. “You did this to me.”
He chuckles. “I’m going to do a lot more.” He groans again when he slips a second finger inside me. My eyes sting from the stretch and I tug so hard on his hair, I’m vaguely worried that I’m going to yank clumps from his scalp. “You’re so tight.”
“I’m not sure how much you’ll be able to fit inside me,” I warn.
“We’ll make it fit.” His tongue returns to my clit before he wraps his lips around it and sucks.
Stars explode in my head, and I’m gasping and moaning as he sucks my clit hard and pumps his fingers inside me.
The orgasm comes on so fast, I don’t have time to brace for it. My pussy throbs hard once, twice around his fingers before pleasure barrels through me.
Electricity bursts along my spine. I scream, just as he predicted, back arching and hands pushing his head to escape the overwhelming pleasure. But he doesn’t ease up. His mouth only sucks my clit harder as he continues thrusting his fingers inside me through every wave of my orgasm.
I’m torn between begging him to stop and begging him to never stop.
The pressure from his mouth starts to lessen and the pumps of his fingers slow as I come down from my orgasm, heart still pounding. My mind is buzzing, but there are no thoughts in my head. Exactly what I wanted.
But about a thousand times better than I could’ve ever anticipated.
He slips the condom on while I recover. I expect him to return and fuck my limp body before he comes in three pumps, but instead, he sits with his back against the headboard and picks me up like I’m a pillow, dropping me onto his lap. His hard length presses against my pussy.
“If you wanted me to ride you, you should’ve thought about that before you made me come so hard, I lost all motor function.” My arms are too weak to lift, and my legs are jelly.
“All I want is for you to let me fuck you.”
My pounding heart skips. “That’s all I want too. Please do it. Please fuck me.” I grind against his cock in emphasis.
His low chuckle makes my thighs clench. “I’ve never really liked dirty talk before, but I do with you.”
I wrap a hand around his shaft, stroking. God, he’s enormous. “If you fuck me, I’ll indulge you in all the dirty talk you want.”
His gray eyes hood. “Put my cock inside you, sweetheart.”
I smirk when he hisses as I grind his tip against my clit first. He made me suffer in anticipation, so the least I can do is return the favor.
I rub his tip down my slit, spreading my wetness over the condom before slowly sinking onto him.
My breath hitches, every muscle in my body stiffening at the burning stretch. I’ve barely gotten his tip inside me and I already feel so full.
His hands tighten on my hips. “Take it like a good girl.”
I try to be a good girl, I really do. But when I sink lower and lower until finally reaching the point that I can’t take any more, I reach down and find that I can still wrap my hand around the rest of his cock.
He smirks. “You’ve got a few inches to go, sweetheart.”
“Some things are impossible and getting your entire dick inside me is one of them.”
He shakes his head, fisting my hair like he did earlier, sending tingles of anticipation skittering down my spine. “You can take it.”
With that, he yanks my hair back and drives his cock up into me.
A scream rips from my throat almost as loud as when he was making me come, and his thumb circles my clit wildly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body to loosen my taut muscles and stretch my pussy for him.
My nails bite into his bare shoulders, and I cry out when he thrusts into me again, the bursts of pleasure making my head grow lighter and eyes cross.
He circles an arm around my back to anchor me in place as he repositions us with his legs under him to give him some leverage. He thrusts into me once, twice, panting against my shoulder. “Bounce on my cock.”
His order is breathless, desperate, so I muster up as much strength as I can and rock my hips up before slamming back down.
We both moan, hearts pounding against each other’s chests.
I’m not sure why he wants to keep me on top instead of just flipping me on my back and finishing this in two seconds, but I’ll happily go along with it. This angle is so deep and surprisingly intimate for two complete strangers, our bodies entwined and pressed flush together, our breaths mingling and his gaze boring into mine.
We fuck like two people who’ve known each other for a lifetime, not like two strangers who don’t even know the other’s name.
Whoever he is, he is no mortal man. He’s a god.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he pants as I bounce on his cock faster. A warning and a plea.
I clutch him to me to breathe the dirty words in his ear. “I want to feel your cock throb when you come inside me.”
His groan is abrupt and sharp, eyes rolling as the pleasure overtakes him. The arm around my back anchors me in place as I keep rocking against him, and I yelp when his cock gives a hard throb inside me. “Fuck.”
Even though most guys stop thrusting when they come, he doesn’t stop me from rocking against him as he spills into the condom.
My movements get slower and slower, coming down from his orgasm with him as he did for me.
We’re both sweaty and breathless, panting and clinging to each other.
Holy shit. That just happened. I just had the best sex of my life with a total stranger.
Too bad this is nothing more than a one-night stand. I could do this over and over, at least five times a day until I die.
He inhales a deep breath, and for some reason, just listening to this man breathe is sexy. “That’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life.”
My chest floods with pride. He doesn’t know it, but I have a major praise kink. My praise kink and my mask kink are forever at war over the horny part of my brain. “Me too.”
I’ve lied to make someone feel good about themselves before. To spare their feelings. Chronic people pleasers are notorious liars. We lie like we breathe air.
But I’m not lying now. That seriously was the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. The worst part is that’s probably the last time I’ll ever come that hard.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear with heartbreaking tenderness. “I knew this is how it would be with you.”
I smirk, even as his words make my heart skip. “And when did you come to that conclusion? In the five minutes we spent getting to know each other before leaving for my hotel room?”
“Something like that.”
In the ensuing silence filled only by our breathing, a ringtone blares from his pants on the floor.
I climb off him, immediately slipping under the covers. Reality hits us like a bucket of cold water as he slides out of bed, ditching the condom in the trash and checking his phone. “Shit. I better take this.”
“No problem. Thank you for—” What the hell do I thank him for? Making me come? Fucking me? Making me forget for an hour the shitstorm my life has become? The longest I’ve gotten to forget in months. Finally, I manage, “Hanging out.”
He gives me a small smile. “No problem.” He quickly slips on his pants and shirt, not bothering with the buttons before he tosses his suit jacket over his shoulder and heads for the door. God, he’s so sexy. A more beautiful man has never left my bedroom. He turns back to give me one final smirk. “Thanks for letting me . . . hang out.”
I smile at the easy way he teases me. Being with him is easy. Easier than being with anybody else I’ve ever met.
Too bad.
Chapter 6
Luke
Love at first sight. The stuff of fantasies. But here Sienna Carter is, waltzing into my life and making me fall in love with her the second our eyes lock.
She’s always been a pretty girl, but pictures didn’t do her justice. Years of friendship made me care about her, but meeting her in person—hearing her voice and laugh and moans, touching her, holding her, fucking her—that’s what pushed me over the edge.
I’ve fucking fallen for her, harder than I ever thought possible.
In the hotel hallway, I’ve got a grin on my face when I answer Ma’s call. “Hey.”
“Oh, good! You’re still up! I figured you were probably heading upstairs to sleep when you left the reception early. Can you come down to the hotel lobby?”
“Why?”
“I just want to go over the schedule for tomorrow morning again before we head up to bed.”
Translation: She wants to threaten me again if I don’t drop her and Mike off at the airport and move Sienna’s stuff into her dorm.
All I want to do is head back to Sienna’s room and crash after the best fuck of my life. I fantasized about sex with her being good, but I never could’ve expected it would be like that. Thank god she had condoms. The second the door closed behind us, I knew if I didn’t get to fuck her, I’d leave that room with the worst blue balls of my life.
Her moans, her whimpers, her taste . . . every second with her drove all the thoughts out of my head, inflated my ego to the point of no return. Her screams when she came almost convinced me she came as hard as I did.
I don’t care if we’re step-siblings now. She’s mine.
Ma is talking in my ear again, and the magical tranquility of the past hour is gone. “Meet us in the hotel lobby.”
“I’ll be right there.”
In the lobby, a few remaining stragglers from the reception amble up to their rooms or out to their cars. Ma waves to me and jumps up from her perch on Mike’s knee before running to hug me, still in her wedding dress.
She looks really fucking happy, and she deserves to be. I just wish it didn’t cost Sienna her favorite masked man.
Ma flings her arms around me, the fabric of her white dress crinkling and her flowery perfume burning my nose. I squeeze her back. She keeps her hands on my arms when she pulls back, beaming at me. “Someday, you’ll find love too.”
She has no idea I’ve already found it with my stepsister.
Behind Ma, Mike stands, a phone pressed to his ear. He strides over to us with a grin and ends the call. “Sienna got here late, but she’s up in her room and she’s coming down now to meet us.”
She’s about to get the fucking surprise of her life. They all are.
When the elevator dings behind us, Mike waves to someone over my shoulder.
Ma gasps, clutching her hands together with a grin. “Is that her?”
“That’s her,” Mike confirms.
“She’s beautiful!”
Mike’s shout echoes. “Sienna!”
Behind me, a cheery, soprano voice calls, “Hi!”
I turn in the direction of the clicking heels. When she spots my face, she halts and the bright smile slips away.
The soft, round face I was just caressing minutes ago. That I watched contort in ecstasy as I made her come with my mouth between her legs.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Sienna!” Ma calls, and her voice kickstarts Sienna back to life. She plasters a smile on her face as she ambles toward us, far slower this time. “I’m Deb. And this is my son, Luke.”
Sienna stops at my side, folding her arms tight across her stomach. Her gaze flashes to mine for a second before she glances away again. “Nice to meet you,” she mumbles.
So that’s how we’re playing it. Pretending we haven’t already met. Pretending I haven’t already had my cock buried inside her.
Ma wraps her in a hug, and Sienna pats her on the back awkwardly before doing the same with Mike.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he tells her.
I can practically hear the thoughts swirling in her head. There’s no way this is fucking happening. There’s no way the guy I just hooked up with is my new stepbrother.
Ma backhands my arm. “Well, don’t just stand there, honey! Give her a hug. You’re family now.”
Little does she know, I’ve already given my new stepsister a warm welcome into the family.
Sienna stiffens when I step toward her, and her hands barely brush against my back as I hug her.
Her body is still as soft and inviting as it was when she was naked. I’ve seen my new stepsister naked. I’ve made her come. I’ve been inside her.
I can’t wait to do it again.
“Welcome to the family, sis.”
Chapter 7
Sienna
I’m dead.
If our parents find out how Luke and I really met, they’ll ship me back to Wakefield in a heartbeat. Where Marcus and his henchmen will get their grubby hands on me.
