Page 120 of Bad for Me

The tips of his fingers reach the apex of my thighs and waste no time delving underneath my panties. He brushes my bare skin before finding my clit, and I grip the sides of my seat as he teases me.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I taunt but lift my hips and quickly yank my panties down my thighs. When he rolls up to another yellow light, he pulls over into a parallel parking spot and stops. He meets my gaze as he puts the BMW in park, and a small smirk lifts his lips.

“No. We shouldn’t.” Despite his words, his eyes never leave mine as his fingers glide through my arousal. They pause just outside my entrance, and shadows accentuate his hard features when he growls, “But I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

He forces two fingers into my pussy and my head rolls back as I moan. His palm presses against my clit, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves from the outside while the pads of his fingers stroke featherlight touches inside. I claw the back of the headrest and ride his grip, getting a better angle to increase the friction.

“When light shines on you… it’s like sunshine,” he whispers, his voice deep and hoarse. I didn’t realize I closed my eyes, but they flutter open again at his words.

He watches me, soaking me in. The blinking, golden hue of the traffic signal highlights the appreciation softening his features as he focuses on my pleasure. After the hatred in his expression yesterday, I never expected him to treat me with such… suchreverence. My muscles tighten everywhere, anticipating what’s to come, but I bite my lip and try to hold back. His undivided attention alone gives me a hopeful thrill. Along with everything else he’s doing? I’m already at the brink of release.

But then his gaze moves up to mine, and the caution light deepens the shadowed curve in his lips as they spread into a mischievous smile.

Apprehension flutters in my stomach, and I’m just about to ask him what he’s grinning about when he shifts in his seat to get a better angle. His hand spreads my thighs farther and he squeezes a third finger in with the others. He stretches my channel, and my clit tingles against his palm. I teeter on the precipice of ecstasy as he repositions his fingers inside me.

“Oh God, Woods. I-I’m going to…”

“Come, sunshine. Come for me.”

Sunshine.

My chest warms, but he doesn’t give me time to process the endearment. His long fingers move in and out, mimicking how he’d fuck me. The heel of his palm applies firm pressure on my sensitive clit and I explode. His name rips from my chest on a scream.

“Woods!”

My eyes slam shut again as my body takes over, tensing and vibrating as pleasure burns through me. I stretch and push against anything holding me down. My feet against the floorboard, my head against the headrest, one hand against the door. My nails embed into his forearm.

I cry out again as I come down. Blood pumps hard through my veins making me fully aware of my heartbeat while my muscles tighten and release, tighten and release, slowly bringing me back to the moment. I can’t help but melt deeper into my seat with every panting breath.

Once I’m able to breathe again, he slowly leaves my pussy, drawing a whimper from me.

“That was… God, that was amazing.”

He remains silent, but his wet fingers grip my nape to turn me to face him. I open my eyes and smile, but the furious expression on his face makes me wince. Uneasiness creeps in like the fog. If he goes back to being my cold, unfeeling stepbrother, I won’t be able to take it, not after the way he looked at me only minutes ago.

His narrowed eyes are dark orbs in the night, making them more intense. When his jaw clenches, I squirm with apprehension, but his hand tightens on the base of my neck, stilling me.

“You put yourself in danger tonight.”

My brow furrows. “How though?”

“I can’t tell you that. You just have to trust me.”

“You said that before.” I sigh, frustration threatening to weigh down all the wonderful sensations still floating through me. “But it was just a party, Woods. I didn’t even drink.”

“Don’t question me, Everly,” he warns, voice low, and my clit tingles infuriatingly. “Promise me again you’ll never go back to Corvus House.”

“I already said I wouldn’t!” I shout just as his promise to my stepfather flashes in my mind. “Wait, is this some protective stepbrother bullshit again? What’re you going to do? Teach me a lesson again, Professor?”

Even sated from one orgasm, taunting him flutters my core with anticipation for another.

“You’re damn right I’ll teach you a lesson if you don’t listen to me,” he growls. His gaze drops to my lips before his eyes return to mine and glare into my soul. “Quit talking back, or I’ll give your mouth something better to do,stepsister.”

“Ugh, you’re ridiculous.” I squirm to dislodge his grip on my neck, but he doesn’t relent. “I was hoping taking your mind off of that party would make you calm down, but you’re back to being a dick, and once again this was a mistake?—”

His warm mouth collides against mine, and his tongue pierces the seam of my lips. Frustration and desire rush through me, fueling me to meet him with just as much force. His seductive tongue dances with mine, tasting like whiskey. The kiss is intoxicating, clouding my judgment and making me crave more of him.

I blindly search for the lapels of his black dress shirt to bring him closer. Before I can grasp the fabric, though, he frees my chin to rip his shirt open. The buttons tear away, clattering against the car’s interior, and he snatches my hands to place them on his hard pecs. I scratch down his hot skin and feel his need rumble through his chest.

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