Page 6 of Cruel Steps

“That… wow,” she said, breaking the kiss with a smile.

“The night’s still young, Wildcat, and I’m not done yet.”

Shaking away the melancholy, I grinned and lifted her into my arms. A laugh tumbled out at her squeak of protest, but she wrapped her legs around my waist and I marched down the hall, my mission clear—time to run the ball.

CHAPTER

THREE

EMERSON

My mind couldn’t comprehend that a guy this hot wanted me. The broken and bullied part of my soul kept waiting for the punchline. Any minute now…

The best orgasm of my life cleared away the doubt, and I leaned into trust. Worst case, this was a prank, and the orgasm was a nice parting gift. But on the off chance it was real, I wanted to be fully present in case this was the only time I ever felt this desired, sexy, and treasured.

This accepted and wanted.

To feel like I mattered to Holden, that he cared about my pleasure above his own, soothed that broken piece I’d carried for the past six years.

“Which door, Wildcat?”

“Last one,” I squeaked, clinging to his shoulders. He kept picking me up, and I didn’t know how to feel about it. I knew some girls liked to be hauled around, but it made me self-conscious. I’d come a long way in accepting myself and learning to love my body after years of shame. The number on the scale might fluctuate, but it didn’t determine my worth.

However, it didn’t change the reality of how much I weighed, and being dropped or hurting this hot guy was an embarrassment I didn’t want to experience.

“You can put me down, Holden,” I whispered.

He stopped, lifting his brow. To his credit, he didn’t appear to be straining—there was no grimace or sweat on his brow.

“Are you saying that because you want me to or something else? Because if you don’t like it, I can stop. But if it’s out of some misguided?—”

I shook my head, placing my fingers over his lips. “I don’t doubt you’re strong; it just makes me anxious.” My teeth sank into my lip, my eyes pleading with him to let this go.

He searched my eyes and then kissed my forehead. “Okay, Wildcat.”

The simple gesture melted my heart, and I had to fight the tears that wanted to fall. Holden squeezed my butt once before he sat me on my feet. I stepped away and turned on the LED lights around the ceiling, casting the room in a soft turquoise glow.

Holden peered around my room, glancing at it before returning to me. His aquamarine eyes shimmered in the soft light, the hue magnifying the blue. Not wanting to overthink anything else, I pulled off my shirt and unhooked my bra, tossing them both to the ground. His eyes fell on my breasts, and I fought the urge to suck in my stomach and cover it with my arms.

Holden growled, stepping forward as he yanked his shirt over his head with one hand. He invaded my space, erasing my view, and I frowned. The desire to trace his body with my eyes so I could remember it forever was so strong. The amount of muscles on his body was insane. The need to touch them, to ensure they were real, came over me and I lifted my hand, then hesitated.

“Don’t be shy now, Wildcat. Touch me. Please.”

Lifting my eyes to his, I saw the yearning and need reflected there, encouraging me. Trailing my fingers lightly on his abs, a jolt of pleasure hit me when Holden sucked in a breath and his lashes fluttered closed. Leaning forward, I followed my fingers with my tongue. A hiss of breath escaped his lips and spurred me on. I added my second hand, mapping out his body with my fingers and tongue.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to reveal baby-blue boxer briefs. His cock strained against the fabric, and a distinctive wet patch drew my eyes. Glancing up at him from under my eyelashes, I watched his reactions as I gripped his dick through his boxers and squeezed. Holden moaned, his head falling back at my touch.

Pulling the band lower, my eyes widened when his dick popped free. I’d never seen one so big before. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him, but unsure if I’d be good at it. Tentatively, I snuck out my tongue and tasted the salty precum. Wrapping my lips around the tip, I sucked and moved lower, only taking in a fourth of him.

“Shit, Wildcat. That feels phenomenal.” He groaned, his big hands softly touching my face. Brushing my hair back, he stared into my eyes as I stroked and sucked. I got so lost in watching him that I forgot to be nervous about my skills. His constant praise and attention made me enjoy this more than I imagined.

“So good. Your mouth is perfect, Wildcat.”

Spreading my legs, I teased my clit as I took him deeper.

“Fuck, that’s sexy. Sink your fingers deeper for me.”

I did as he asked, my eyes rolling back at the dual pleasure. Holden cursed and pulled away. My eyes flew open at the sudden loss of him. I watched in a daze as he shoved his jeans and boxers down and kicked off his shoes.

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