His other hand squeezes my hip, pushing my ass harder against him. There’s a low rumble in his chest, and I can’t help but grind against him. His breath is fanning against my face, and when I feel his lips against my cheek, it feels like my skin is on fire. He still hasn’t kissed me, but with his lips so close, I’m hoping that he does. Except he doesn’t move. Just moving me against him, it’s almost like what I fantasized when I worked at Lavender Moon. The way I would dance on Ian, even though we’re lying down, it feels just about the same.
Ian slides his hand across my stomach, and the tips of his fingers pull up the hem of my shirt before slipping under the waistband of my shorts. The pace of his breathing increases as his hand goes lower, his middle finger touching my clit first with a few slow taps before going lower toward my entrance.
“Never going to get enough of this, little moon.” He squeezes my throat slightly before dipping his fingers inside of my wetness with a low groan against my hair.
Ian’s fingers are like heaven; I never want him to stop touching me. His touches are exploratory, the complete contrast of utter dominance that he showed in the back room of Lavender Moon. He’s showing me that he can be soft and not always domineering. I’m not sure which side I enjoy more. As his lips touch my cheek and his breath hitches, I find myself loving this side.
I know my body agrees. I can feel my wetness on my thighs and the damp material of my shorts as Ian lazily fucks me with his fingers. The ball of his palm hits my clit with each pronounced flick of his fingers.
I can’t help the wanton gasp that escapes my lips as he picks up the pace. Each of my hands has found purchase on his forearms. And as soon as my hands are on him, he picks up the pace. The sound of him filling my cunt and our heavy breathing are the only sounds filling his spacious room.
My hips can’t help but to cant against his hand, making me push against his rock hard length. His hips meet each one of my thrusts, and his low moan against my ear has me gripping his fingers with need.
I need Ian.
“Fuck. Are you trying to make me come by just rubbing this sweet ass on me?”
“Mmm,” is the only response I can come up with because everything just feels so good. The idea that I could make someone as powerful as Ian come without hardly trying makes me feel powerful. That’s what I’ve been searching for all along, isn’t it?
His words spur me on as I push against him, and he keeps finger fucking me. He picks up his speed, and so do I, a low whimper ripping out of my throat, and Ian shows his approval by giving my neck a little squeeze.
“Come on, baby. Come on your stepbrother’s fingers. I fucking need it.”
That’s what completely shatters me. Is it fucked up that I get off when he continues to call himself my stepbrother? Probably, but right now I don’t care if it’s wrong when it feels this good. His grip is heavy on my throat as my cunt squeezes against his fingers, my back arching and ass pushing against his dick.
If I wasn’t already coming, the moan escaping Ian’s lips would have sent me over the edge. I feel a small patch of warmth against my back. I did it, I made Ian Martinez come without touching him with my hands, mouth, or having sex with him.
I might not have believed him when he said I didn’t need to work at Lavender Moon to feel powerful. But at this moment, I feel like a goddess, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone take this feeling away from me.
That high is short lived when my release subsides and Ian gets up from the bed. The loss of his physical touch feels like a limb being removed, and I wish I could stop the whine that escapes my lips.
Ian is suddenly at the side of the bed. “Hey, just getting us cleaned up before bed.”
He places a soft kiss against my hair, and the last thought before I drift off to sleep iswhy the fuck he hasn’t kissed me.
There’s a soft snore and a heavy arm draped over my chest when someone whispers my name.
“Hmm?”
“Did you still want to go to work with me, love?”
“Hmm?”
“It’s okay if you need sleep.”
I blink my eyes a few times to finally see that Ezra is standing in front of me. He’s wearing a white polo with the zoo’s name embroidered on the breast pocket. His hair is pushed back, and his glasses are perched on his nose. Simply put, he looks handsome and very edible.
I rub my eyes and push Ian’s arm off of my waist. He grumbles and squeezes me tighter. “No, I want to come,” I tell Ezra, and the beaming smile that takes over his face is all the reassurance I need. I might regret it when I’m half asleep all day. But the truth is, I love animals, and getting to see what Ezra does is exciting.
The realty is, that living in this house, I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep as it is.
“More sleep,” Ian grumbles behind me, and I pat his hand, taking it off my hip. He turns and lies on his stomach, gripping a pillow. The view of his muscular bare back has me licking my lips, but I shake the sexual thoughts out of my head. It’s time to be professional and go with Ezra.
“How much time do I have?” I ask him.
“Think you could get ready in twenty? We can stop for coffee and breakfast on the way.”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
