Page 93 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

This isn’t just kissing anymore. We’re completely naked. This is intimate. Extremely vulnerable. It cranks up the sexual tension by a thousand.

His arms close around my waist at the same time our tongues tangle together, and his cock rubs against my stomach, sending heat straight between my legs. This kiss is all tongue and moans and desperation. I came in here thinking we’d have casual shower sex, but this feels like so much more.

Especially after the hell we’ve been through tonight.

TJ drops his forehead to mine, chasing his breath, and plants another hard kiss on my mouth before banding his arms around the backs of my thighs and carrying me into the glass shower without breaking a sweat.

I thought he’d put me down once we were under the water, but he doesn’t seem to have any intention of letting me go, plastering my body against the freezing shower tiles as his tongue traces along my lips and slips between them to taste mine.

He positions us to the left of the water stream, the steam mixing with the cold air and creating a warm mist around us.

In this position, there’s no ignoring how big his cock is. The tip is resting against my stomach, but if he were to slide down, he could easily push inside me.

He parts from my lips for a moment, running his own along the curve of my jaw and then burying his nose in the crook of my neck to breathe me in. “You drive me fucking insane, Lacey. Like out-of-my-mind insane. I don’t want to take this too far, but I… I can’t fucking handle what you do to me.”

Desire is pumping in my veins, making it impossible to think straight as I begin to rock against him.

“I don’t want to take this too far either.” I bite down into my lower lip. “Should we stop?”

His cock starts to throb against my stomach, and he brings his mouth to the sensitive spot under my collarbone, sucking the skin between his teeth. “Probably.”

My head falls back against the shower wall, and TJ grabs the opportunity to explore my weaknesses further, dragging slow kisses along the side of my neck and groaning every time a moan slips out of me.

“We can stop, it’s not that hard. Right? We can just stop whenever we want.”

“Right,” he rasps against my skin. “Whenever we want.”

My resolve nearly snaps when his mouth latches onto my soaked breasts, bruising each one with hard kisses. Then he’s twirling his tongue around my nipples, sucking, biting, and marking me all over.

The next thing I know, he’s cupping each of my breasts with his hands and downright devouring them.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I’m in trouble.

“You have no idea how much I’ve craved those tits.” He circles my nipples with his tongue again and again, until I’m arching off the shower wall and gripping his hair as though I’m trying to hurt him. “And that mouth…” He crashes his lips to mine again but doesn’t stay there long enough. “And that adorable stomach…” One of his hands snakes down my body.“But not as much as I’ve dreamed about filling up this needy little pussy.”

With that, he stops, glancing at me and searching my gaze for any sign of doubt.

“What else do you do to me?” I surprise myself by asking. “I-In your dreams?”

His eyes flare.

I gasp when he reaches for his cock and aligns the tip between my folds. “Then I slide between your pussy lips…”

I can’t help rocking harder, needing him to take it all the way, which he does a moment later, guiding his cock upward until I feel him press against my center.

“…and I rub your little clit until you’re all good and wet for me.”

That’s when I know there’s no way we won’t be crossing the line if he keeps this up. He begins playing with me, using his cock to hit all the nerves in my clit on repeat.

“TJ…” I moan his name as quietly as I can—because the last thing I want is for our sisters to wake up and hear us getting down and dirty in the shower.

“Fuck, you feel so warm, rich girl,” he groans and speeds up his thrusting between my lips. “I can just imagine how tightly you’d squeeze my cock. How good it would be.”

Another gasp leaves me when he lowers his length to my entrance and stays still, keeping it close but not sliding inside. I can’t stand this. How much I want him.

The words leave my mouth without my consent. “I don’t want to imagine it.”

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