Toys with my piercing with her tongue.
And my conscious thoughts flee at an alarming rate.
She's too good at working that thing.
I'm gonna come way too fast.
She does it a little harder.
Harder.
My balls tighten.
The fluorescent light and low hum of the air-conditioning fades into one blur of Chloe.
She groans against my cock.
Presses her thighs into my cheeks.
Writhes against my lips.
I hold her in place as I work her.
With every breath, I lose track of another thought. But I don't need thoughts. My body knows what it's doing.
It needs her pleasure.
Period.
I find that spot where she needs me and lick her harder.
She takes me deeper.
There's something fucking beautiful about this, the two of us pushing each other to the edge.
But with the next flick of her tongue, I lose interest in poetry.
I lose interest in everything but making her come.
And coming inside her.
I pull back enough to groan. "Get on your stomach."
She pushes herself up, but I don't give her time to get into position. I wrap my arms around her waist. Pin her to the bed.
Her breath catches in her throat. "Fuck." She looks back at me, daring me to split her in half.
I hold her in place as I tease her.
My cock strains against her.
With one quick motion, I fill her.
"Mmmm." Her legs spread wider. Her groan gets louder.
I sink into our position, her back against my chest, her ass against my pelvis, her thighs against my hips.
She arches her back to meet me.
Fuck, that feels good.
Like it's where I belong.
But it's not enough.
I need her coming too.
My fingers dig into her hips. "Touch yourself. I want to feel you come."
"Dean…" She shifts to her right to make room for her hand.
I wrap my arm around her chest.
Pull her closer.
There's no space between us. All of her is against all of me.
She's all mine.
And I'm all hers.
She turns back. Brings her lips to mine.
I kiss her as I pump into her.
She rocks her hips with mine.
Strokes herself.
Pushes herself right to the edge.
She pulls back to groan. "Fuck. Dean." Her fingers curl into the white cotton sheets. "Dean."
My name rolls off her lips again and again.
Her cunt pulses around me as she comes.
Fuck, that feels good.
I lose track of everything but her flesh against mine.
A few more thrusts and I'm there.
I groan her name as I come inside her.
Pleasure floods my pelvis. It spreads through my stomach and thighs. It turns my world to pure ecstasy.
Once I've spilled every drop, I untangle our bodies and collapse next to her.
She nestles into my chest.
We lie like that until we catch our breath.
And then for a little longer.
She looks up at me with those almond eyes.
I rest my palm on her cheek. Rub her temple with my thumb. "Shower with me."
"Mmm. Yes." Her lips curl into a smile. "Get it warm for me."
"You know I love when you're bossy."
She pushes herself up. "You're ruining the moment."
No. The moment is perfect like this.
"Just shut up, okay?"
"Yes ma'am."
She laughs. "You're the worst."
"Thanks." I slide off the bed.
She shoots me that trademarked you're ridiculous and I love it look of hers.
Fuck, I love the way she looks at me.
I love those almond eyes. That wide smile. The shooting star across her hip.
I love every fucking thing about her.
I even love the four different kinds of black eyeliner on the sink.
And the dozen shampoos in the shower.
I turn the knob until the water is just right.
Something catches my eye. A flash of movement in the bedroom.
Both doors are open a crack. I can just barely make out the dresser.
Chloe pulls open her drawer. Grabs the white tank top she sleeps in.
Moves to the bottom drawer.
My drawer.
Shit.
She paws through my drawer, moving past pair after pair of jean.
She freezes.
That must be it.
Slowly, she pulls out the ring box.
Her eyes go wide as she flips it open.
I couldn't ask for her mom's ring—Mark beat me to that—but the ring I got is perfect for her. A round stone on a platinum band.
She slips the ring onto her left ring finger. Holds it up to catch every ounce of light.
Squeals the way she does when she perfects a tattoo mock-up.
Turns toward the hall.
I push the door closed just in time.
The water is hot as hell. Or maybe that's all the warmth flowing though my veins.
Her footsteps pad the hallway.
She slips into the bathroom with a goofy smile.
Fuck, it hits me everywhere.
I'm over the moon.
It's nearly impossible to keep a poker face, but I manage. "What got into you?"
"You did. Or did you forget?"
My smile spreads over my cheeks. "Sunshine, that was terrible."
"You do better."
"I can't. You worked me too hard."
"Mhmm." She wraps her arms around my waist. Traces circles on my skin with her ring finger. "Just thinking… I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"Now get in the shower."
"Yes ma'am."
"I don't mean it like that." She drops her voice to that I'm obviously talking about sex tone.
"You sure?"
She pulls back with a laugh. "Can you even… ahem… this soon?"
"No. But I have hands."
"Oh."
I raise a brow.
"Okay… maybe I'll get a little bossy."
"Maybe?"
"If you're into it."
I step into the shower and offer her my hand. "Sunshine, you know the drill. Your wish is my command."
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Kaylee plants her palms on the table. Her cheeks spread to her ears. They're pink. Then red. She's laughing so hard her tits are shaking.
Damn, that tight blue dress, the same blue as her glasses.
She looks amazing, like the sweet, innocent angel she is and like the sex goddess I'm desperate to unleash.
But I still hate that scrap of fabric with every fiber of my being.
I hate every ounce of air between us.
Every flint of wood in this table.
Every guy here looking at her the way I am.
Fuck, if I don't get ahold of myself, I'm going to break a few arms. And maybe my hand. And I can't exactly finish Alex's back piece at nine a.m. tomorrow with broken fingers.
Em wraps her arms around Kaylee.
Kaylee laughs, pushing her long blond hair behind her ears and gathering it at one shoulder.
Her eyes flit around the room.
They catch mine.
They scream I'm about to wish for you to take me to your room.
Or maybe that's in my head.
Today is the day.
She's no longer a temptation that can get me locked up. Just a temptation that can rip away everything that matters to me.
Em leans in to whisper in her ear. I know my sister. I know exactly what she's saying. Wish for someone to fuck tonight.
Not happening.
Not as long as I'm here.
I hate to be a cunt-blocker, really, I do, but there's no way Kaylee is taking home anyone on my watch.
I have no idea how she's managed to stay single this long.
She's beautiful. Smart. Funny. Kind. And innocent... fuck, the way her cheeks are blushing.
The way she's leaning over the table, letting her eyelids fall together, parting her lips...
I could teach her so many things.
I could teach her everything.
But I can't.
She's my sister's best friend.
And as much as Em is a brat, she's all the family I've got.
These two are the most important people in my life.
My cock is going to have to cool it.
It's not getting anywhere near Kaylee.