“Lainey,”he groans, his voice thick with desire.“Are you sure…”
But I cut him off with another kiss, my lips silencing him. My hands move lower, slipping under his shirt, my fingers tracing patterns on hot, smooth skin.
He shivers at my touch, his body responding seeming to react instinctively.
With steady hands, he begins to undress me, his fingers feeling like fire against my skin as he pulls down the straps of my dress.
I’m never self-conscious being naked around a man, but for some reason, I’m feeling like I want to hide. Holland pauses for a moment when my breasts fall out of the fabric, my nipples hard peaks. He seems to be drinking in the sight of me, his breath catching in his throat.
“You’re beautiful,”he whispers, his voice hoarse with longing.
A small smile takes over my face at his compliment, and I can feel my cheeks heat. I’ve never been complimented like that before sex. So intimately and honestly. Usually it’s sexy or hot. But hearing Holland tell me he thinks I’m beautiful when I’m at my most vulnerable does something to me.
My eyes search his fort a moment before his lips descend on mine once more, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve, every dip.
I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. The room fills with the sounds heavy breathing, soft moans, and the rustle of fabric as we tear each other’s clothes off.
Discarding Holland’s shirt on the floor, my hands roam over his chest, his abs, his hips. He’s hard and smooth, and when he presses his lower half against mine, I can feel his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his pants.
My eyes widen slightly as I shakily reach for the button of his jeans.
I expect him to stop me, to make sure I’m okay with this one more time, because that’s just who he is, but he doesn’t. Instead, his kisses grow harder and more urgent, begging me to take it further. So I do.
My heart is pounding in my chest, and every thought imaginable rushes through my head as I begin to tug at his waistline and pull his pants down along with his boxers.
This is wrong. This is a mistake. This is going to backfire so hard and I’m the one that’s going to be hurt in the end. If Ellie doesn’t approve, I lose her. If Holland hurts me, I lose him too, and possibly my entire friend group if they take Ellie’s side.
Fuck, Lainey. What the hell are you doing? I know being reckless is your MO but come on. Sleeping with your best friend’s brother? A guy you can barely stand to be around for more than an hour? What can go wrong?
But in this moment, with Holland’s lips on mine, his hands on my body, and his hard dick jutting out and rubbing against me, I just can’t bring myself to care about the repercussions. Consequences be damned.
With a swift motion, Holland kicks off his pants, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the sight of my naked body. My hands reach out to trace the length of his cock, and he hisses at my touch, his head falling back as I begin to stroke him, teasing and tormenting.
“Lainey,”he groans, his voice a plea.“Fuck.”
The sound of my name in that sexy, needy voice makes my pussy clench. Holy shit, he’s so hot.
He’s thick, his shaft pulsing with need, his tip glistening with pre-cum. My mouth waters as I sit up, pushing him backward and moving up his body until my face hovers over his cock. His breathing picks up as my tongue darts out to taste him.
Holland’s breath hitches as my lips close around him, my tongue swirling around his tip. I suck him in, my lips moving up and down his length, my hands gripping his hips to steady him.
He tastes so fucking good. I cannot believe this is actually happening right now. I am sucking Holland Monroe’s dick, and I just said he tastes good. Who am I?
Groaning, his hands tangle in my hair, his body tense with pleasure.
“Fuck, Lainey,”he mutters, his voice thick with desire.“You’re going to make me cum.”
I don’t stop. I want him to cum. I need to taste him, and I have this desire to make him feel good.
Humming in response, I continue to tease and torment him, driving him wild. His hips bucking slightly, and his breathing accelerating.
With a loud groan, he pulls away, his body trembling with unspent desire. I look down at him, disappointed that he stopped me because I really wanted to continue. He smiles, a crooked, lopsided grin that makes my heart flutter.
“Your turn,”he says, his voice low and husky.
Wait, what?
Without giving me any time to think, he pushes me backward, my head hitting the pillow. He climbs over me and my body trembles with anticipation as I lie here, my legs spreading slightly, and my body on full display.
