“In what form?” His hand slides down my hip, over the outside of my thigh.
This is a dangerous game.
“I don’t know.” The words come from me in a breathy whisper.
“I do,” he all but purrs the words as he begins to inch my skirt up.
“What?” Heat floods my body as his fingertips move up the inside of my thigh in slow, languorous circles.
“I want to make you come.”
My heart beats erratically as his fingers work their way up to the edge of the lace covering me. Mom and Banks are literally sitting at the island catching up. It would be wrong to let him do this.On so many levels. But it feels so good to be cocooned by him. My hips rock against his hand as he runs his fingers over my laced covered center.
“Please.” His lips brush the shell of my ear, and I’m done for.
“Yes.”
His fingers slide beneath my panties. A moan vibrates from deep within his chest when he feels me for the first time. He slides his knee inside mine, holding me open for him.
“Fuck, Harper.” He slips a finger inside me. “Are you always this wet?”
I shake my head, unable to form words while he plays me like an instrument.
“Did you get this wet for Cy?”
I nod.
“Good. We like to share.” He finds my clit and begins to circle it. “Do you want that? To be able to use our hands, mouths, and cocks whenever you want?”
I clench around his fingers. My body reacts to his words of its own volition. There’s no shame in this moment, and it feels so freeing. It’s just Declan and his dirty words.
“You like that, don’t you? Your pussy just keepsgetting wetter. What if I told you that Emerson is included in the package. We could fill every one of your holes until you scream for us. Can you do that, Angel?”
All he gets is another nod as an orgasm builds within me. If it’ll feel this good, I’ll do whatever he wants. He thrusts his fingers in and out of me, adding his thumb to my clit.
I grip the shelf for support with one hand and dig my fingers into his forearm with the other. The muscles beneath my hand contract with each slide of his fingers. My toes curl as I bite down on the inside of my cheek so I don’t cry out.
“Oh, God. Declan.” I pant as the first wave of hot pleasure courses through me when he finds a spot along my inside walls. “Right there, yes.”
He keeps his pace without deviating from the spot he found. Another wave crashes over me, and every muscle in my body tightens with it. He supports my weight as I go slack from the release. Both of us are breathing heavily. My head falls back on his shoulder, and I look up at him.
His lips cover mine in a tender kiss while he pulls my panties back over me. They’re soaked, and it’s going to be uncomfortable to wear them throughdinner. Not as uncomfortable as going back into the kitchen and pretending my stepbrother didn’t just make come so hard I saw stars while my boyfriend was talking to my mom ten feet and one wall away.
He hands me the honey with a smirk. “Better put your game face on because you’re going to have to go out there first.” He points down at the erection straining against his slacks. “I’m going to need a minute.”
An unfamiliar urge to drop to my knees and put him in my mouth surges within me. I want to makehimcome like he just made me. I want to know what he feels like, what he tastes like.
He must figure out where my mind went because he shakes his head with a tortured groan. “Go. We can’t do what I want to do right now, but if you keep looking at me like that…”
“What then?” I challenge with newfound confidence.
The door opens behind me, startling both of us. “Did you need help finding the honey?” Cillian asks.
“I found it, but couldn’t reach the top shelf. Luckily Declan heard me struggling.” I hope my face doesn’t give us away.
Cillian looks back and forth between ussuspiciously. “Okay. Good. Annabelle said dinner's nearly ready.”
“I better finish up then,” I say as I scoot past him and back out into the kitchen.