Page 86 of The Secret

This was not going to work. She needed friction and dry humping my dick wasn’t going to do it.

I lifted her off the table and led her over until she stood in front of the long mirror, my hands running along her bare arms as she leaned back into me, the scent of her shampoo heavy in the air. Even with her heels, she only came up to just above my shoulder, but it also meant my lips could brush over the shell of her ear, sending a cascade of shivers over her body.

She watched intently as my arms wrapped around her, my palms running across her stomach, skimming the top of her pants until they stopped to unfasten the button. The bass of the music was vibrating through us, but it had nothing on her heart hammering against her ribs while her eyes stayed trained on my fingers as they slowly pulled down the zip, opening up a clear path to her panties.

“Watch me,” I whispered unnecessarily, because her eyes were glued to my movements, but I wanted to feel her chest hitch against me at the sensation of my breath against her, which it did. “I’m not taking these off because I’m scared I’m not going to get them back on, so you’re going to watch what I’m doing. And you’re going to feel everything.”

I wasn’t sure whose groan was whose as I eased into the silky fabric. I’d been right, she was fucking dripping, and slipping further down I found what I was searching for as she buckled under me.

“Murray… fuck.”

“Shhhh.” My lips grazed her ear lobe.

I held a steady grip across her chest with my other arm as my fingers started a slow circle of her clit, unable to move any further, restricted by goddamn leather. Her eyelids fluttered as I kept up a steady rhythm, the tiny nub under my fingers as hard as my cock.

My other hand busied itself separating her top from her incredible tits, peeling it down until I finally managed some skin-to-skin action. Her nipples were the color of warm toffee I wanted to bite down on, but instead, I rolled one between my finger and thumb which elicited another deep groan. Her eyes closed as her head fell back.

“Nah-uh, you watch me.” I stopped still until her lids fluttered open, then she fixed her gaze on me as best she could with heavily glazed eyes. “Good girl.”

She began trembling, her breathing growing shallower with the increased pressure from my finger, easily sliding over her slick, hot skin, drenched with her juices. She was so aroused that I almost wished I could make it last longer; the feel of her under my touch hot and slippery and so damn sensual that I didn’t want to stop. Her arm flung back around my neck as she held on, her legs shaking as she tried to stop the power of her impending orgasm.

“Let go, Kit. Come for me.”

The sensation of my breath against her ear as I tweaked her nipple and increased the pressure on her clit was too much. I gripped her tightly as her legs gave way and she fell limp against me. Even without being inside her, I could feel the force of her convulsions and ignored the savage weeping of my dick at having to wait to experience it for himself.

I wasn’t sure when I’d last blinked, not wanting to miss any part of the ecstasy spreading over her gorgeous face, now flushed a shade of pink I’d never seen before. “You are so beautiful.”

I watched her come back down to earth, felt her legs strengthening up again, though I was less keen to loosen my grip.

“So, that’s how the Harvard boys do it,” she chuckled softly, her eyes refocusing. “Maybe I did go to the wrong school.”

My irrational jealousy reared its ugly head again at the thought of any fumbling freshman getting their hands near her. I’d almost got used to it, but now I’d actually had my hands on her it seemed to have increased a hundred-fold.

“Oh, Columbia, no,” I reluctantly pulled my fingers free from her warmth, zipping her pants back up and fastening the button. “That’s howIdo it.”

“I like it.”

“I know. I felt it,” I smirked, spinning her round and kissing her full on the mouth. “But I’m telling you, I don’t care how hot they look, these fucking pants are going in the trash as soon as we’re home.”

Her eyes twinkled but she stayed silent.

“Come on,” I took her hand in mine, kissing her palm. “Let’s go find the others before they send a search party.”

The hand I wasn’t holding flew to her face. “They’re going to know what we’ve done.”

“I don’t care who knows.” I opened the door. “And if you’re going to be part of this family, you need to know how to take on my sisters.”

Her combined expression of confusion and horror had me laughing all the way back to our group.

16

Kit

Ipicked myself up and rubbed my bruised ass, collecting both my phone from where it had fallen and my thoughts, which were all over the place, and ran to the en-suite.

Payton:WHY ARE YOU NOT CALLING ME BACK? I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE GIVING ME RADIO SILENCE. I NEED AN UPDATE.

The buzz of Payton’s message had woken me up, and as I glanced at the screen, I could see it was the latest in a series of messages, each becoming more insistent than the last. Then, noticing the time, I simultaneously jumped and proceeded to fall out of bed in shock at how long I’d been asleep which is how I’d found myself with a sore tailbone and an impending headache, although the headache had nothing to do with me falling out of bed and everything to do with how much I’d drunk last night.

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