He brought me firmly to him, and I didn’t push away. I didn’t want to. It all felt too damn good. Instead, I melted into his chest. His scent rose around me, the addictive smell of his skin, one that seemed to make my cells hum with satisfaction.
His lips moved against mine, deepening the kiss, sending his tongue deeper still, and heat rushed through me. My nipples hardened to glass points, and my core clenched. I had no control over this kiss. I didn’t know what he was going to do next, and yet… I was getting wet. My body warmed and loosened all over, tension falling from my shoulders.
He spun us around so that my back was to the counter and then lifted me like I was a feather. He parted my knees, making space for him, and he pressed his body to mine, recapturing my lips in a searing kiss. His lips moved along mine, and he bit gently down on my lip ring, pleasure zipped through me.
He rocked into me, and I felt it, long and hard up his belly, nudging my jeans.
He thrust at me, butting his dick against my pussy, and I could feel it so well I shivered all over.
I broke the kiss to look down at the place where we were fused together.
“That’s really becoming a problem for you,” I murmured, my voice low and throaty.
“You’rereally becoming a problem for me,” Brody muttered and rested his forehead on mine, all the time dragging his dick on me.
“Likewise,” I whispered, and my breath hitched when he caught my clit just right. God, it felt too good.
“How good does it feel, little heathen? Tell me how good it feels, and maybe I’ll continue,” he murmured.
I couldn’t help a small, breathless laugh escaping me. I shook my head. “You’re so fucking annoying, you know that?”
“Likewise,” he echoed my word from before. “But it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re all pent up with nowhere to go… except to me.”
I groaned as he thrust against me. I was all wet and slippery, my panties a mess, and yet, I didn’t stop him or shove him away.
I knew I could if I wanted to, though. No matter what, if I really wanted him to, he’d stop. I felt it in my bones.
Wait, did I trust Brody? When did that happen?
“Fuck,” he hissed, his pace increasing, dry humping me harder and harder.
I held on to his shoulders, accepting the fact that I was probably going to come, just like this. The first time I’d come with a man in longer than I could remember. And it was Brody. Stepbrother. Forbidden. Off-limits.
“We can’t do this,” I managed to mumble through my spiraling pleasure. “Our parents will kill us. Your dad will kill you.”
“Stop talking about my dad—we’re not doing anything. We’re not breaking any rules,” he said firmly. He changed angles, leaning in to speak in my ear while moving his rigid dick in slow, deliberate circles over me.
My eyes threatened to roll back.
“I’m not inside you. I’m not getting to feel your cunt grip my cock, or taste you or smell you… I’m just not going to come inside you, sinking deep, and filling you up.”
God, the dirty talk in that accent was doing something to me. This wasn’t normal. I couldn’t stop.
“I’m just hanging out in the kitchen, and so are you. We’re just rubbing against each other as we pass by… nothing more. I’m just going to get to see you come, like you did me… it’s only fair.”
“Damn!” I threw my head back and let the pleasure roll through me, building and building. I couldn’t keep it back. I’d reached the point of no return. I couldn’t control this; I couldn’t manageit or keep it at a distance. It was happening, here and now, and I was being swept along.
And it felt so good to let go. It felt so good to surrender and know I was safe.
Brody shoved his hand back into my hair and forced my head up, so my eyes were on him.
“Fucking come and let me see, cheer captain, before I do,” he warned.
“You can come like this?” I asked between clenched teeth, my mind looking for any way to stave off the impending orgasm. I was scared of it, a little. It felt too big and uncontrollable.
“I can come at just the thought of this, with you,” Brody bit out, muscles straining in his powerful neck. His words were unplanned and heated. “It’s really fucking irritating.”
His annoyed tone somehow tugged laughter out of me, even now, when I was about to peak.
