Page 83 of Wicked Games

Killian finally releases my neck, and the harsh stings of pain and blooming burn from the many hickeys and bite marks I’m sure are there only amplify my pleasure.

I’m leaking all over my comforter, but I have the wherewithal to squeeze my cheeks around his length. All my years of swimming have given me incredibly strong glutes and thighs, and I’m rewarded with a strangled cry that tells me exactly how much he likes the move.

The sensation of being completely surrounded by him is almost as hot as what he’s doing to my body. Not being able to move, having my legs pinned together as he uses my ass like a sex toy, is way more erotic than it has any business being, and it’s too easy to sink into the sensations.

His breathing picks up, and his soft groans and bitten-off cries are some of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.

Killian doesn’t hide himself from me when we fuck around, not really, but he keeps a tight grip on his control. I’ve never heard him let go like this, and the unapologetic way he’s using me to get off makes me want more.

He shifts over me slightly, and on the next thrust, his cockhead catches on my hole. He doesn’t breach me, but he opens me up enough that his tip dips inside me for the briefest of seconds before popping back out.

I jerk like I’ve been electrocuted as liquid fire fills my veins and the last of my higher brain function shuts down. The touch was simple, accidental, and quick. But holy fucking shit, Killian had a part of his dickinsideme.

“Do it,” I say on a gasp.

Killian doesn’t pause, but his rhythm stutters slightly, letting me know he’s just as surprised by my words as I am.

I want him, and I’m done pretending I don’t. If he’s going to spend tonight fucking around and getting his freak on with abunch of randoms while I have to stay in our room alone, then I want him now.

It won’t mean anything to him, I already know that, but a small part of me hopes that maybe he’ll think about it later when he’s balls deep in whatever random catches his fancy or that chick who wears the stinky perfume he was covered in last night. And even if he doesn’t, at least I won’t have to see him again until after the party and can spend the next week hiding from him once we’re home while I get over whatever the fuck is going on with me.

And beyond all of those petty thoughts, the biggest reason I want him to fuck me is because I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve never been with a guy, never thought about getting fucked or sucking a dick, but now it’s all I think about.

Sleeping with him wrapped around me every night is comforting and keeps my nightmares at bay, but it’s also wreaking havoc on my sanity and libido. I have no clue why, but he never starts anything at night. A few rumbling words and him rubbing his hard cock against my ass is it.

I fall asleep hard every night and wake up horny as hell in my empty bed, and the tease is driving me crazy. I just need to have all of him once, then I can go back to thinking about him as my annoying stepbrother I sometimes mess around with and stop being so damn obsessed with him.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” he warns in a low voice. “Otherwise you’re going to get exactly what you wish for.”

I don’t hesitate when I say, “Fuck me, big brother.”

He lets out another of those rumbling groans and jams his hand between our bodies so he can squeeze and grip my ass. He’s not being gentle, and I don’t want him to be. I want to feel him, want to see his marks later.

“Lube?” His husky voice slides into my ear like warm honey, and I make a vague gesture toward my bedside table.

The weight of his body disappears from over me. Cold seeps into my skin as he yanks open the drawer and pulls out the bottle of lube I keep stashed in there.

I can’t stop my pleased moan when he covers me with his body again, and I wiggle against his hard cock. The scrape of his clothes against my bare skin reminds me that he’s still fully dressed while I’m completely naked, and the contradiction makes my dick throb against the sheets.

I hear thesnickof the lube bottle opening, and then Killian is driving his knee between my thighs, forcing me to spread my legs for him.

“Last chance to stop this.” The warning in his voice is clear, but I don’t heed it.

I want this. I know it’s a giant mistake, but whatever. I can hate myself later.

When I don’t say anything, Killian slips his finger between my ass cheeks and presses the slippery digit against my hole. I did some cursory research about how to take a dick without feeling like I’m being ripped in two, so I know to pull in a breath, then let it out and bear down.

He rumbles out another of those pleased sounds and pushes his finger inside me.

I gasp and arch my back instinctively as he sinks deeper into me. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s strange. There’s a weird pressure I was expecting, but there’s also a sensation of fullness I’m not sure I like.

Killian pushes his finger all the way inside me, going deep and hard and only stopping when his hand brushes my ass. I cry out and clench around him, but not because I want him to stop or because it’s too much.

The little bit of pain and the sting of being stretched combines with the pressure and fullness to create a mix ofsensations that are both incredibly intense and really fucking good.

Killian threads his free arm under my chest and holds me against his body, locking my arms in place. The only parts I can move are my ankles, one leg, and my hands. Otherwise I’m completely immobilized, and I sink into the sensations of helplessness and being completely at his mercy as he finger fucks me hard, working both with and against my body as he opens me up.

“More,” I moan and clench around him.

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