Page 18 of King of Hearts

Her face turned red, her fingers turning into fists.

“Look, I didn’t ask to stay here. I didn’t ask you for a handout.”

She stormed past me to the bathroom.

“You’re just not used to people treating you the way you deserve to be treated. Thought you were fucking Holden—how come you aren’t in his dorm right now?”

I watched as she turned the handles, starting the bath in the massive sunken tub.

She didn’t answer, just started stripping.

I turned away, hating how quickly she was able to thwart my asshole attempts. She knew I wouldn’t stay in her bathroom, being a dick to her when she was getting naked. She was my best friend’s little sister. There was no way I was crossing that line…not again.

“I’ll be gone by tomorrow,” she said to my back, her voice sounding muffled as if she was pulling material up over her head. I blinked to get the image out of my head.

“You’re staying here until you have an actual address to send your mail to.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she yelled at my back, and because I was sick of having a screaming match without seeing her, I turned around.

The sight of her naked rendered me speechless. Fuck, she had perfect, round breasts with pink, peaked nipples. Mallory had once mentioned that Taylor had had them worked on, but fuck if I cared about that right now. They were perfect.

Her stomach was still trim, except for the roundness near her belly button forming a bump. The way her hips flared in perfect proportions, cradling her naked cunt…fuck me.

She walked closer, seemingly aware of the effect she was having on me. It wasn’t until she was directly in front of me that she tipped her head back and arched her back, making her tits press against my chest.

“You know what I think?” she whispered, wetting her pink lips. Her blue eyes darted up and down my face.

I didn’t respond.

“I think you want to touch me, and I think you don’t want to stop, and that really bothers you.”

She wasn’t wrong, but like hell would I cave and let her win. I tilted my head to the side.

“How exactly do you think I want to touch you?”

She stepped closer, bringing her hands to her breasts. “I think you want to touch me here.”

I eyed her, not moving an inch. “Where else?”

Her chest heaved, but her eyes stayed locked on mine while her left hand drifted down her body until she was cupping herself. “Here.”

“You know what I think, Taylor?” I tucked my hands into my pockets, keeping a blank expression. “I think you wantmeto tellyouto touch yourself.”

Her small intake of breath told me I was right. I took a step closer until her forehead nearly pressed into my chin. Our bodies were almost touching, all her soft curves fitting perfectly against my hard edges.

“I think you want to stand there, touching yourself while I watch. I think you want to get yourself off with an audience. Do you like the way you feel, Taylor? Are you wet?”

Her eyes briefly closed while her fingers worked in and out of her folds. I could hear that she was wet, and if she looked directly at my cock, she’d see that it was indeed hard.

“I’m soaked.” She leaned her head to the side, letting out a small sigh.

I waited, unsure if I should go there. It would bypass where we’d just started taking things, but fuck…I couldn’t help myself.

“Taste yourself.”

I’d just confirmed what she’d suggested about me wanting to tell her what to do.

I expected a smirk, or for her to break away from me saying she told me so, but there was no smirk. She kept her eyes locked on mine while she slowly brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them. Her eyes closed briefly as a low moan left her chest.

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