Page 46 of Stick Handled

“Look at me,” he orders softly, and I obey, opening my eyes. He’s propping himself up on his elbow, his hand cradling my head. “Such a brave girl,” he coos and plants another gentle kiss on my lips as he starts to slide in even more. God, he’s going to rip me in half.

“Damien.” His name is a whine of pleasure and pain as he keeps sliding in, filling me up until I feel like I’m about to burst.

“Shh. I know, baby,” he whispers. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans as he stills inside of me, buried to the hilt. His lips find mine again, soft and soothing as he slowly slides out of me and pushes in again.

“Oh my god,” I moan into his mouth, feeling all of him, my nails scratching his back. He stills inside of me and sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” he murmurs, still unmoving.

“Please,” I beg, using my hands to try and bring him closer. “More,” I pant, completely aware of how I sound.

“More, huh?” He looks down at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Such a needy little liar.”

He starts moving his hips again, sliding in and out of me. He takes his time at first, making sure I’ve fully adjusted to him before his thrusts become faster, harder.

I look down between us, where our bodies are joined. My lips are wrapped around his cock as it slides in and out of me, glistening with my arousal. “Look at how well your sweet little pussy is taking me.”

“Damien,” I moan, my voice hoarse from the pleasure.

I writhe beneath him, my hips thrusting upward, seeking more of his touch.

He growls, deep and low, his teeth scraping lightly against my jaw as he moves in and out. My moans turn into near screams as I feel his thumb on my clit, rubbing me in delicious circles again, driving me closer to the edge.

“Damien.” I snap my eyes open, feeling the orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter within me, begging for release. My nails dig into his back, earning me a sharp bite on my neck. “Oh my god, Damien,” I cry out as he drives me closer to the edge.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Avery,” he growls against my ear, his body slapping into mine with relentless fast, sharp thrusts. “Is this tight pussy going to come on my cock, baby?”

His words make my eyes roll—they’re my undoing.

His name spills from my lips again in a desperate plea, my body tensing as the first waves of pleasure crash over me.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you like my dick inside you,” he grits out, his voice vibrating against the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Let it go.”

And I do, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. I feel my walls squeeze him tighter, and I wrap both legs around the small of his back.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he thrusts deeper inside me before he follows. I scream his name, my orgasm intensely ripping through me. He rides out my climax by pumping again in long, forceful thrusts, prolonging the pleasure until, finally, I collapse back against the cushions.

As my vision slowly comes back, my eyes find his. We’re both panting, neither of us looking away, neither of us wanting to. And in that moment, reality hits me.

I’ve just let my brother’s best friend take my virginity.

Chapter sixteen

~DAMIEN~

I down the glass of water in my hand, trying to calm myself down. I just fucked Rowan’s little sister. I knew my dick would get me in trouble one day. I’m a dead man. But, by God, if Avery isn’t worth it.

I rake a hand through my hair as I walk back toward her. Avery’s dead asleep on my couch, looking way too comfortable for her own good. I should pick her up, carry her back home, do something. But I’d risk Rowan seeing it, and that’s a shitstorm I don’t feel like starting tonight.

So, I make a call.

Screw it. She’s staying.

I crouch down, her scent enveloping me, and just like that, I’m getting hard for her again.

Fuck, focus.

I slide an arm under her legs, the other around her back, and lift her carefully, just in case she wakes up. But all she does is shift a little, burrowing her face right into my chest like she belongs there. Hell, that’s something. Her breath’s soft against my neck, and I feel the wetness on her thighs, a reminder of exactly how far things went tonight and how damn reckless it all was.

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