“Are you afraid of monsters, Ava?” His voice was quiet and smooth, right next to my ear. I felt chills on my neck.
“No,” I said quickly. He hummed and the vibrations traveled over me. I squeezed my eyes shut. Our legs were touching, his shin rubbing against my calf.
“You don’t like monsters, Ava, but maybetheylike you,” he whispered as he swiped the hair from my neck. The soft sensation of his lips pressed into the side of my neck and I let out a gasp of shock.
“Stop messing with me." My voice was breathy and I cleared my throat, embarrassed by the way I sounded.
“Do youreallywant me to stop though?” I could hear the smile in his words. He placed another kiss on my neck and I didn’t like the overwhelming way it made my body light up. I squirmed, pressing my legs tight together.
“Let me tease you some more, Ava. Okay?“ He purred the question in the golden voice that charmed the world. His hand brushed downwards on my body, trailing over my stomach until he found the edge of my shorts. His fingers played with the material’s edge, making my heart hammer in my chest.
“Caspian,” I said in shock. His lips pressed into my neck again. “What are you doing?” My voice was shaky and my neck tingled where his mouth kept pressing. My head felt light, my thoughts swirling into a mess.
“Teasing you.”
“Teasing me,” I repeated in an apprehensive whisper, my body a ball of anticipation. He hummed in response, the sound rolling over me.
“Yes. Do you want me to take it further because I can take it much further,” he promised, his intimate voice against my neck. His fingers pushed inside my shorts and kept traveling lower until finally, I could feel them between my legs. My breath hitched, my legs opening slightly for him. Was this really happening?
The tip of one of his fingers pushed through my folds, playing at my entrance. His breath hitched.
“You’re so wet,” he commented, his voice husky. I felt my face burn in embarrassment. “Wet for your teasing stepbrother,” he taunted while pressing his mouth to my ear, the words rough and thick. The tone didn’t sound playful at all.
“You aren’t my stepbrother anymore.” My voice warbled at the end as his fingertip began to languidly circle around my clit. Why wasn’t I telling him to stop? Why were my legs opening further, my hips pressing towards his fingers?
“Do you want this?” His question wasn’t fair because he swirled his finger around then finally pressed directly where I wanted him. A small sound of relief got caught in my throat.
He continued to rub my clit languidly and a whimper came out before I could stop it. I slammed my hands to my mouth in mortification. Caspian didn’t tease me about it though. I could feel his heavy breath on my neck as his fingers picked up pace, making pleasure climb higher.
“Ava,” he breathed out. His lips pressed to my neck tenderly again. “Answer me. Do you want me to do this?” His talented fingers stuck to a rhythm, making my muscles tense and my pussy throb in need.
I didn’t want him to stop but his fingers slowed when I didn’t respond.
“Yes, I want this,” I whispered and he groaned. I felt a change in him—from passive to active, from teasing to heated. Tension pulsed off him as he pressed my belly to the ground, rolling half on top of me, partially pinning me as if keeping me from escaping.
He put his mouth on the side of my neck as his fingers continued rolling in a wave of pleasure. I felt teeth on me, sharper than they ought to be. I was too distracted to care. Distracted by how he had me suddenly pinned to the ground while his fingers swirled, plucking pleasure from my body with the same skill he had used playing his guitar earlier.
It hit me that I was going to come.Caspianwas going to make me come. The thought elicited knee-jerk panic.This is wrong, my mind said—an old concept that still lingered. It wasn’t wrong, I knew that, but I couldn’t stop the ingrained reluctance to accept this as okay.
“Relax, Ava,” Caspian whispered in my ear with that wicked voice he enchanted everyone with. It rolled over me like a languid, warm wave and I realized I’d been whimpering and squeezing his forearm. My hips moved back and forth, my ass pushing into his hip.
His fingers plunged lower, caressing my entrance, exploring and teasing the area. Slowly he sank his fingers inside me, not stopping until he was buried to the knuckle. He groaned against my neck. Two long fingers spread me out, so deep inside that it made me squirm and gasp.
The sensation of Caspian inside me was boggling. Years of resistance to the idea was ingrained into me and yet my pussy clenched down on his dancing fingers all the same. It made me shiver with thrill at the slight wrongness of it—the sudden shift from platonic to sexual was almost too abrupt but more than welcome.
“Tighter, Ava. Squeeze me,” he demanded, warm breath on my ear, body still pressing into mine from behind, pinning me. I clenched, squeezing my muscles as tight as possible, wanting to please him, impress him. He hummed in deep approval, the sound reverberating in his chest. He pushed his fingers even deeper, the edge of his hand tightly crushed against my body.
“That’s good,” he purred. “A pussy like this deserves something special,” he remarked, pulling his fingers out before plunging them back in.
“Cas,” I moaned as the embarrassing sounds of my wetness filled the tent, turning my face hot. I pushed myself up and down on his hand despite that, following his rhythm, fucking myself on his fingers. My clit rubbed against his thumb, creating a dull pleasure punctuated by his plunging fingers inside me.
He hooked his fingers, playing at a bundle of nerves that made me gasp and my walls tighten.
“Fuck,” Caspian murmured in reverence. He was breathing heavily as he pulled his fingers back out and worked my clit faster than before, with almost desperate movements.
Was he turned on? Did he want me?
The building pleasure grew between my legs, stretching deep inside me and rolling up my body to my chest. Caspian’s labored breath was right in my ear, hard and fast, making shivers race up my spine. I felt his hips grind into my side, moving against me. Was he hard?
