Page 21 of Tainted Love
Butterflies take flight in my stomach at the praise, but I push them down and scowl at the self-assured bastard standing in front of me. “Fuck off, Elias. I’m not playing your fucked up games. Leave me alone.”
His lips twist up. “It’s cute you think you can fight this pull, Duchess.”
“There is nothing to fight,” I sneer, climbing to myfeet and shoving past him. “Nice to meet you,” I mutter to his bandmates as they move out of my way as I pass.
I head for the garage to check the circuit breakers or whatever they’re called. Unfortunately, I have no idea what I’m looking for, and dangerously close to frustrated tears, I turn my phone on. I ignore the messages coming through from Hunter and try Dad, but it’s the middle of the night where they are, and his phone goes straight to voicemail. So I leave a message, telling him about the air conditioner and hang up the phone.
The oppressive heat is already causing sweat to drip from my body, and I pull my hair away from my neck, tying it up in a loose bun on top of my head. I make my way into the kitchen to get myself a glass of ice-cold water.
I curse my decision immediately after I set foot in the room. The large windows overlook the pool area, and I’m greeted with the delicious sight of four incredibly toned, tanned and tattooed male bodies. Biting my bottom lip, I watch Killian perform a perfect backflip into the pool. I’m about to turn away when Elias pulls himself up out of the water, the muscles in his arms pulling taut as water sluices down his six-pack. My hands grip the bench, and my breath hitches slightly as he pushes his dark curls back off his face. I groan loudly, why the hell does my stepbrother have to be so damn good-looking?
As if he heard me, his steely gaze meets mine and that annoying smirk slides into place. Gasping, I duck and almost hit my chin on the bench, while cursing my stupidity for getting caught. I quickly crawl out of the kitchen on my hands and knees. I’m such a fucking idiot.
Once I’m in the hallway, I climb to my feet and make a run for my bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time. Thankfully, my room doesn’t face the backyard, so I don’t have to worry about any distractions.
It’s even hotter up here on the third floor and I feel lightheaded. Fuck. My whole body is tingling. I’m a mess, and I need to pull myself together.
My eyes fall on the bathroom door. Yes. That’s exactly what I need—a cold shower. I quickly strip out of my clothes and double check that I’ve locked both doors. I’m not risking Elias walking in.
Turning on the water, I shiver as I step under the tepid stream. My eyes catch on Elias’s bodywash. I’m supposed to be forgetting about the six-foot-three muscled god downstairs, not driving myself even crazier. A groan escapes me, but before I can think twice, I squirt some of my stepbrother’s bodywash into my green loofah. His scent immediately washes over me in the confined space, and I breathe deeply. God, he smells delicious.
My nipples pebble, and I gasp as I run the loofah over the sensitive peaks. Moisture immediately pools between my thighs. I close my eyes and imagine his hand dragging the rough material over my skin. When it reaches my clit, I practically jump from the jolt of pleasure which shoots through me.
“Mmm … yessss,” I moan, dragging the word out as my head drops back against the slick tiles. My other hand comes up to cup my right breast as I pinch and roll the nipple. “Fuuuck … oh god, that feels so good.”
I drop the loofah to the floor, and slide my hand directly over my skin, circling my clit before dipping my finger into my soaking wet cunt with another loud moan. Using my palm to massage my clit, I add a second finger, biting down on my bottom lip to stop from crying too loudly.
I continue to play with my nipples as I ride my own hand towards my orgasm. The pressure starts low in my belly and builds as my pussy flutters and clenches around my fingers. The waves of pleasure crest over me—one wave after another—until my entire body is shaking. I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor of the shower, and the water washes over me as I continue pumping in and out of my pussy prolonging my orgasm for as long as possible.
“Oh fuck,” I finally cry out as my body shudders beneath me. “Fuck yes. Oh, god. Mmm …”
My movements slow to a lazy pace before I remove my fingers, whimpering at the loss. Holy shit, that was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. My skin is flushed despite the cool water running over me, and my heart is racing. I lean back against the wall and work to steady my breathing. It’s almost impossible to do with the scent of my stepbrother still invading my senses.
It takes a few minutes to come down from the high. I quickly wash myself with my own body wash—although it doesn’t totally get rid of the lingering scent of Elias—and turn off the water.
When I step in front of the mirror, my cheeks are still a little rosy and my chest is no longer heaving, so I ignore the slightly dazed look in my eyes and wrap myself in my towel. I flick the locks on both doors before sliding open the one into my room, only to let out a squeak of surprise when my eyes lock with a set of steel grey ones.
Chapter 12
Elias
I CAN’T HELP myself when I catch Bea staring at me through the kitchen window. I had to follow her. Leaving my mates in the pool without a word, I stalk inside like a lion hunting its prey.
As I make my way up to the third floor, I hear the water running in the bathroom. It’s hotter than Satan’s arsecrack up here, so it’s not surprising to find she’s taking a shower to cool down. I step into her empty bedroom and take a seat on the edge of her bed, still wet from the pool—not that I care. I expected to wait but wasn’t, however, prepared to hear her melodic voice as she works herself to an orgasm.
My rock-hard cock strains uncomfortably against my swim shorts. I groan as her moans of pleasure float through the locked door before I finally pull my thick length out and grip the base hard. Spotting Bea’s underwear on the floor, I reach down and snatch it, then bring it to my nose. Breathing in her honeyed scent as her sweet symphony of noises continues, draws out another groan, and I close my eyes and run my tongue over my bottom lip. My hand instinctively moves up and down my shaft.
Pre-cum oozes from my slit, and I run my thumb over it, smoothing it round for lubrication. Opening my palm, I spit on my hand then close my eyes, focussing on the sounds of pleasure coming from behind the locked door as we both seeks our release. I imagine her on her knees, working me with her hot little mouth.
It doesn’t take long for Bea to reach her final crescendo, and as the final notes hit, I increase my pace and pressure. Fuck, by imagining her naked in the shower we share, her fingers dipping into her dripping cunt, it doesn’t take long before my balls tighten and ropes of come cover my stomach. I use her underwear to clean myself and drop them back on the floor. Tucking myself back into my shorts, I return to my seat on the bed.
Her cheeks are flushed when the door slides open, revealing her in nothing but a towel. My cock twitches again as I lock eyes with her hazel orbs. She lets out a small squeal of surprise, stumbling back against the wall. I’m up off the bed and have my hand wrapped around her throat before I can think about my actions.
Bea trembles beneath me as I lean in and run my nose along her collarbone. She smells like strawberries, but there is a hint of something earthier. Did she use my body wash? The thought has me growing hard, and I smirk against her flushed skin.
“Were you thinking of me, Duchess?” I murmur as I nip at the soft skin beneath her ear.
“N-no,” she gasps. Bea grips her towel tighter and a low growl escapes me. I imagine ripping it from her body and sucking those pretty nipples into my mouth.
