I don’t know who moves first, but in a second I’m in Ryan’s arms with his mouth on mine. Our lips move hungrily againsteach other’s, frantically, like we’re trying to soak up every second before someone stops us. He smells like the same body wash he wore in high school, and for some reason, that sends a jolt of molten heat through me.
“You look so fucking good, Pips,” Ryan growls as his hands run up and down my sides. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.”
The words make my heart thud—both because I love hearing the praise, and because I’m scared he said them too loud. There could be a knock on the door at any second—eventually, they’re going to wonder where we are.
Ryan pulls me back and we both tumble onto his twin bed. Suddenly, I’m back in high school, living out the illicit hook-ups I was too nerdy to actually have. Ryan presses a leg between mine, giving me a chance to grind against his muscular thigh while he presses hot, wet kisses against my neck. It feels so fucking good, but my nerves can’t stop screaming that we’re going to get caught. I keep glancing over at the door until Ryan finally takes my jaw in his hand.
“Hey,” he says. “Eyes on me.”
“What if someone hears?” I murmur.
“Seriously?That’swhat you’re worried about right now?” He drags his teeth over my earlobe, making the little hairs on my neck stand up. “You can worry about it later, once I’m making you come.”
Blood rushes to my face as reality clicks into place. I’m really underneath my naked stepbrother while my Mom drinks Christmas cocktails with our family. This is beyond wrong, even though there’s not a cell in my body that wants to stop it.
“We shouldn’t,” I whisper against Ryan’s lips between kisses.
He hums in affirmation. “No, we shouldn’t, but I’m a selfish prick.” He pulls my shirt up and over my head, kneading mybreasts through my lace bra. As I reach down to grab my shoes, he stops me.
“Hey. Take it all off, but leave the shoes on. The shoes and the hat.”
“Seriously?”
“You heard me, Pippa.”
His dark brown eyes are dead serious, so even though it makes me feel ridiculous, I follow instructions.
Once I’m mostly naked, Ryan’s eyes rake over me. He grabs the base of his cock and squeezes, and I know that he’s trying to keep himself from coming already. All from the sight of me in red heels and a Santa hat. It’s enough to make me breathless.
“Better than I even imagined,” he mutters. “Now, you better stay quiet for this, or you’re going to be in trouble.”
He crawls down the bed, stopping to suck on my breasts and kiss down the center of my stomach. His mouth is hot and sensuous, and molten heat spreads from my core.
“The first time we did this,” Ryan murmurs, “I skipped this part. That was a fuck-up, but don’t worry.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, first with just a featherlight touch from his lips, then with a small nip of his teeth. “I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
His tongue moves over my sex in a long, torturous stroke. My hips jolt up toward his mouth, and a moan spills out from my lips. Ryan pinches my ass and glares up at me.
“Are you going to be quiet for me, Pippa?”
I bite my lip and nod. His lips curve into a satisfied smile, and he pulls my thighs over his shoulders as he settles down to feast on me. He’s not careful or sophisticated—he’sferal, lapping at me like he’ll die if he can’t get enough of me. Every stroke of his tongue stokes the fire in my core until I’m overwhelmed by the heat. All I can do is clench my fingers in Ryan’s hair and do my best to hold onto my sanity.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
My hips buck with every lick, until Ryan has to put his hand on my stomach to hold me down to the bed. Sweat prickles on my skin as I try hard—so goddamn hard—to stay still and quiet for this.
It’s hard as hell, with Ryan looking devilishly up at me from between my legs.
My entire body shakes from the effort of holding back my moans. When Ryan spears his tongue inside me, I have to bite my fist to keep from screaming. The orgasm spirals up, shockingly fast. Up and up, the pleasure coils until I’m hovering at the edge, terrified to fall. Because I might just scream, and then we’ll definitely have to deal with someone bursting through the door.
Ryan knows it, too. I can tell by the way he smiles against my pussy—even if it means that he’s caught, too, some part of him is excited by the idea of me getting in trouble.
He lets go of my thigh and presses his finger inside me. That’s all it takes for me to finally come.
The orgasm savages through my body like a wildfire. Every cell in my body lights up with white-hot heat as the pleasure explodes through me. Only Ryan’s hand on my stomach keeps me from bucking off the bed.
As the aftershocks ripple through me, I realize there are tears streaming down my face. I can’t tell if it’s because the orgasm unlocked something inside me, or just because it was that hard not to cry out.
Ryan crawls up my body until he’s gazing down at me, his mouth glistening with my juices. “Fuck. For someone with the rudest mouth, your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever had.”
