Page 70 of Wicked Games

“I bet you’d let me fuck you in front of the entire school,” he murmurs in my ear. “Would you let big brother bend you over and fuck your virgin ass in front of the whole school if I wanted?”

I don’t answer, mostly because I can’t, but also because I don’t have to. Right now I’d do pretty much anything he wanted, and for some fucked up reason, the idea of him actually fucking me in front of an audience isn’t the turn-off it should be.

Am I into exhibitionism? Or is the idea only hot because Killian is saying it?

He chuckles softly. “Such a slut. Are you ready to come for me?”

I make a sound that’s supposed to be a “Yes” but could mean anything. I’m so desperate for it, so ready. I just need a little bit more.

He presses down harder on my arteries, causing stars to explode in my vision. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he works my dick like he’s in my head and knows exactly how I like to be touched.

I push back against him, forcing his dick to keep dragging over my hole as he fucks my crease. The pressure on my neck is making it impossible to think, and the world around me takes on a hazy tone as every sensation is heightened to the point I can’t even pinpoint where my pleasure is coming from.

“Come for me,” he rasps in my ear. “Come now, Felix.”

The sound of my name in that voice is my undoing, and I come in a burst of pleasure, shooting all over my sheets as he holds me up and strokes me through it, prolonging my orgasm until I’m squirming in his arms.

He lets go of my cock and shoves me onto the bed.

I land on my hands and knees, my arms shaking as static appears in my vision from the sudden influx of oxygenated blood rushing to my brain. This part feels almost as good as myorgasm, and it takes a second to realize that Killian is still behind me.

I look over my shoulder, my mind and my vision hazy. I expect to see him judging me for how easily he took me apart. Instead he’s staring at my ass and working his dick like it owes him money.

He lifts his eyes to meet mine, and I see the exact second he tips over the edge and comes again, shooting his load all over my ass.

His heated gaze is locked on mine, and I don’t stop my moan of approval when he drags his softening cock over his mess and rubs it into my skin.

“Don’t wash it off,” he orders, his voice a low growl. “I want you to walk around for the rest of the day with my load on you.” He lifts his eyes and meets my gaze again. “That way you remember exactly who this ass belongs to.”

Not trusting my voice, I nod.

He steps back and tucks himself away.

I get up on my knees and clumsily pull up my pants.

I’m just doing them up when I remember our visitor, and I flick my gaze to the door. It’s closed, and Natalie is nowhere to be found, but I have no idea when she left or how much she saw.

Heat floods my face and chest. I should be humiliated at getting caught on my knees like that, especially by her, but I’m not.

It’s fucked up, but knowing that she got an eyeful of Killian fucking my mouth is strangely satisfying. So is how he didn’t even pause and just kept using me.

Killian glances at the door, then back at me.

Silence stretches between us. I want to say something so I can get a feel for where his head is at, but nothing comes to mind.

How exactly does one ask their stepbrother if they regret fucking your mouth while their cheating girlfriend was freaking out in your doorway?

“I’m going to check in with the twins and see about your phone.” He rakes his hand through his hair, casually pushing the strands back into place. “But first I need to talk with a certain someone.”

“Are you worried about that?”

He snort-laughs. “No, why would I be?”

“She’s probably telling people right now.”

He shrugs. “So?”

“You don’t care?”

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