He groans against me, and it breaks something in my concentration before I’m able to pull it back together.
We fall into it—his hands firm on my hips, mine gripping his cock. I settle into a rhythm and push deeper, feeling his hips lift. A flicker of satisfaction surges through me.
“Mmm—”
He’s relentless—adjusting, reading my body language, staying just ahead of me every time.
Then his hand slides up the back of my leg. His thumb presses somewhere new—slow, circling,testing—and I tense.
I didn’t expect that to feel good.
It does.
The pleasure building in me tips into something sharper and deeper. The sound that comes out of me is muffled by his cock in my mouth.
Then he pushes a single finger into my ass.
Oh God.
The stretch pulls a full-body reaction out of me, my back arching as his other hand holds me steady. He works them together—mouth and finger—and the ache builds fast.
“Oh—God—Dane—don’t stop—please?—”
Steady strokes, his mouth never letting up. My thighs shake around him, my eyes squeezed shut, everything narrowing down to that one point.
And then he stops.
Just fucking stops.
“No, Dane—don’t you dare?—”
“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, voice rough beneath me.
“Dane, I swear to God?—”
His hands slide under my hips and lift, shifting me down his body in one smooth movement until I feel his cock lined up beneath me and know exactly where this is going.
“You’re going to fuck me this way.” His hand drags up my spine, slow and possessive. “You’re going to ride me facing the other direction, so I don’t have to look at your face after what you just said about another man touching you.”
I actually laugh, breathless. Then I sink down onto him from behind, and the sound that comes out of both of us echoes in the cabin.
“Oh—”
“Fuck,” he groans.
I brace my hands on his knees and start moving, rolling my hips, finding the angle that makes my breath catch every time. His hands lock onto my hips, pulling me down harder to meet him. I let him take control of the pace, my head tipping back with it.
“Are you jealous of a hypothetical man?”
“What the fuck do you think?”
“I think you are.”
I lean back, and he drives up into me, the change in angle pulling a sharp gasp from my throat.
“You really piss me off talking about another man like that.”
“Because I’m your fucking brat sister. So fuck me like it, Dane. Punish me. Fuck me like you hate me.”
