"Scary?" I grinned and bit her neck. She threw her head back. I sunk lower into the bath, taking her with me. "Are you scared you'll like me more than anyone else touching you? Does it frighten you to think it could have been me all along?"
My hand drifted down her belly, and her thighs opened in response.
"Does getting you scared make you wet, Laney?" I parted her lips and ran my fingers down her slickness. "It appears it does." I teased her clit, rotating in slow circles over it. She arched her back in response. "I'm glad you're not a virgin anymore. You want to know why?"
"Why?"
"Because now I can do stuff like this." Finding her opening, I slid a finger inside. Laney shuddered, and her pussy clenched around my finger tightly. "Relax and let your big brother take care of you." I pushed deeper into her, hooking my finger. She lurched forward and I pushed her back against my chest. I moved my finger slowly back out, and then in again, finger fucking her slowly.
"Ah," she winced at first, but the more I thrust, the more she relaxed. I continued sucking on her neck and shoulders while pinching her nipples. I ran my thumb along her clit while I moved my pointer finger inside her. She was so fucking wet and tight and the closer she got to orgasm, the more my cock strained and pleaded to be touched. I bit back my desires and focused on hers. Knowing I'd get mine later, I was able to calm down and chase her release.
"Come on, Laney, you don't have to be scared anymore. It's natural to feel this good. To want this. I want this too. I want you. I need to make you come."
"Ah!" With a cry and a shudder, Laney exploded. She gasped and panted and jerked against the finger buriedinside her. I watched in awe as she came, and only when she collapsed again did I remove myself from her.
"How does it feel?" I asked, bringing my finger to my mouth and sucking on it. Her arousal was a mix of her and the soap from the bathwater. She pulled my arms around to embrace her. "Your big brother being inside you?"
"Like I shouldn't like it as much as I do," she confessed. "If anyone knew..."
"What? You want to keep this a secret?"
"Yes."
"And what if I don't want to?"
"Please, Priest," she begged.
I kissed the top of her head and returned my hand to her pussy. “Fine. For now, it’ll be our little secret.”
Rule 34 - Delaney
Listen to instructions.
"That wasn't like the baths we'd had as kids, but I kind of like this more." Priest nuzzled my ear, and I let out a small giggle.
"Stop!" My stomach fluttered nervously. I shook my head. "What are your plans for when we get back home? We can't be like this in front of..."
"People who know the truth?"
We stood in the bathroom, with towels wrapped around us. Just hours ago, I'd been about to die of hypothermia, and then when Priest saved me and put me in the tub, we saw... a ghost? A spirit? I was unsure, but before I could process it, Priest joined me in the bath and proceeded to...maybe I’d been hallucinating?
I should have been more concerned with the ghosts and Carson trying to kill me, but my mind was elsewhere, thinking about Priest. I hated how good it felt with his hands between my legs and his mouth on my neck. I shouldn't like the dirty things he whispered in my ears just as I was reaching my peak, but I'd be lying if I said they didn't assist in getting me there.
I came so hard with Priest.
"I'm tired." I sighed, and after drying my hair, I padded out of the bathroom and to my bedroom. "I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight, Priest."
I turned at my door to look at him. He was standing in the bathroom doorway, a towel hanging low on his hips. This wasn't the first time I'd seen him just like this, but it was still incredibly hot. It was on the tip of my tongue to invite him to sleep in my bed, but I knew that was taking things too far. The look Priest was giving me with those sinful green eyes right now told me that he had no intention of sleeping if we shared a bed, and I wouldn't be strong enough to refuse.
"Goodnight, Laney darling."
I shut my door softly and rested my forehead on the wood. What the fuck was happening to me? I locked the door again, finding comfort in it. However, it felt less like locking Priest out and more like locking me in. I pulled out another lacy, pink nightgown and then turned the lights off. I wanted to be tired, I should be tired, after my day, but I wasn't quite there yet. I went to my bag, pulling out my Kindle. I paused at the table with the book page roses. I picked one up and sighed. How fitting for a writer’s retreat set during Valentine’s Day week. I set it down and flicked to the book I'd been reading and climbed into bed, almost instantly getting lost in my dark romance novel.
There was always something about the push and pull, the long gazes, and secret touches before finally giving in to the heat and tension. I'd been reading for almost an hour, fully immersed in the secret society of hot, wealthy, sex-crazed men, when a ping rang out through my room. I blinked and looked at the clock. My phone went off again, and I reached for it. I must have left it up in the room when I'd gone swimming. My stomach fluttered when I saw Moth's name on the screen.
Moth:You up?
Moth: I have something to show you.
