“I want you to. I want you inside me.”
“Fuck.” He slapped his hand on the wall next to my head, his fingers digging into my ass as he sank his teeth into my neck. “I can’t fuck you. Not now. Not like this.”
“But I—” My words cut off on a gasp as he shifted forward, sliding his cock through my slit, the head bumping against my clit.
“You need another one, greedy girl?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to take care of you. Put your legs together, baby.” He adjusted his stance behind me and squeezed my hips. “Make it nice and tight for me.”
I did as he asked, standing on tiptoe and arching my back, presenting my ass to him in hopes that he’d do whatever it was he was planning on because I was dying for more. For his words and his touch. For every bit of him I’d never known before this moment.
And then he gave it to me.
He dragged his erection down the cleft of my ass, bending at the knees so he could slide his cock into the slick, tight space between my legs. I moaned, long and low, as he withdrew and thrust forward again, the thick length of him sliding through my slit, the head of his cock bumping against my clit with each pass.
“Jesus Christ,” Beck growled, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as I ached with need, his thrusts picking up speed. “You feel so fucking good, and I’m not even inside you yet. Your pussy’s going to ruin me, isn’t it, sunshine? Never gonna be the same after I slide inside this tight little cunt.”
His words ignited something inside me, the heat building in my core until it felt like every inch of me was a live wire, primed for detonation. I trailed my hand down the front of my body, not stopping until I could feel him sliding through my pussy lips.
“Beck,” I breathed, dropping my forehead to the tile, my eyes fluttering closed. I rocked my hips back to meet his thrusts and cupped his pumping cock with my hand, adding more pressure with each pass of it against my clit.
“That’s it, baby.” He brushed his lips against my shoulder, his fingers digging into my hip as he pressed his other hand on top of mine between my legs. “Use my cock to get yourself off. Show me what you like. Slide that pussy over me and mark me as yours.”
OhGod… That thought sent a shudder rippling through me. My body was already cresting the wave again, and I couldn’t believe it. I’d never in my life come more than once during sex—had never even tried because it’d been such a pipe dream. But the tingle in my limbs and the flutter in my stomach and the throb of my pussy told me that previously unreachable orgasm wasn’t far off.
Beck removed his hand from on top of mine, trailing it up my body, between my breasts, until he cupped my throat, and my breath caught. Just last week, I’d flagged a scene like this in the book we were reading. And while it wasn’t exactly the same—that had been full-on breath play, where the hero choked the heroine to near unconsciousness as she came—it was still enough to get my attention. Enough to spark my curiosity to try it.
He tightened his fingers, not cutting off my air supply, but enough to be noticed, and my eyes popped open. “What about this? You like my hand on your throat?”
I bit my lip and nodded, my pussy thrumming as I swallowed against the slight pressure from his hand.
“Fuck, you’re my sweet, greedy girl, aren’t you? So desperate to come again.” With his fingers still wrapped around my throat, he pressed his thumb to my chin, turning my head toward him so he could capture my mouth in a kiss. He thrust his cock faster against me, his hips slapping my ass as he kissed me and tightened his fingers on my throat.
He was everywhere all at once—pressing me against the shower wall, arms caging me in, fingers wrapped around my neck, body crowding me and making me feel safe and secure and warm. Cared for, even while he used me to get off. While he pumped his cock between my legs, driving us both toward an ecstasy I’d never known.
I was close. So close, so close… And then he squeezed my throat and tugged my nipple just hard enough that a jolt of pain shot through me, and I exploded.
He groaned into my mouth as I came against his cock, his movements growing jerky until he stilled, his hot come spilling out over my hand and my pussy. He kissed me then, a slow, deep slide of his tongue, his hand still cupping my throat, though gentler now, thumb brushing softly along the column of my neck, and I wondered if it could really be this easy. If Beck and I could really become something more.
But a tiny part—the barest whisper in the back of my mind—worried we’d just taken a step we could never come back from.
* * *
Beck
I’d just come—twice—andmy cock was still half hard as I wrapped a towel around myself after handing one to Everly. I wanted to carry her to my room, lay her out on my bed, and spend hours worshipping her body. I wanted to know what every moan, every gasp, every sigh meant and how to elicit them over and over and over again. But I’d already screwed up.
I may not have fucked her in the shower, but I might as well have. I’d spun her around, shoved her into the tile wall, and then jacked myself off against her pussy, all with my hand wrapped around her throat. I’d taken her like she was a one-night stand I didn’t care about, instead of one of only two girls in existence I would give the world to. And considering the other was my sister, she didn’t count.
I’d used Everly as my own personal sex toy when she deserved to be worshipped.
I could barely look at her, too disgusted with what I’d done to her to meet her eyes. So instead, I mumbled something about getting dressed and stepped out of the bathroom. I’d barely made it into the main living area when a throat clearing stopped me dead in my tracks.
I snapped my head up, and there my sister stood, leaning back against the counter, not a care in the world.
“How’s Everly?” she asked without preamble.
