Page 41 of Beautiful Desire
Feeling my cheeks heat, I rip my arm out of his grip and continue walking. “I’m not calling an Uber,” I mutter, footsteps swift along the sidewalk. “But you’re more than welcome to call one for yourself.”
“Will you stop for a second?” Fletcher wraps his hand around my arm again, this time making sure his grip is tight enough that I can’t break free. He steps behind me, crowding my body with his as he wraps his other arm around my waist. His hard chest pressing into my back and the hot breath fanning my nape sends a shiver down my spine, and as his lips brush against the shell of my ear and he hums, the sound throaty and deep, goosebumps break out all over my flesh. “What’s your fucking problem?”
Mouth dry, I swallow thickly. “I don’t have a problem.” It sounds like bullshit even to my own ears.
“Seems like it,” he quips. “We sure had to leave in a hurry.”
A bitter taste sits on the back of my tongue, and the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. “Nobody forced you to leave. I’m sure a certain someone would’ve been more than happy if you had stayed.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“You’re jealous.” A statement, not a question.
I huff a chuckle through my nose. “No, the fuck I am not.” The flush in my cheeks deepens, and I’m thankful he can’t see my face.
“Oh, but I think you are,” he drawls. Hearing the smirk in his voice, I grit my teeth, hands curled into fists at my sides. “That chick was flirting with me back there, and it made you jealous, didn’t it, Peach?”
“You fucking wish,” I spit out, pulse racing.
His hand slips under the hem of my shirt, fingers stroking my stomach. The touch is soft, but it’s lighting me up. “It’s kinda hot,” he rasps. “But you have nothing to be jealous about.”
“I’m not?—”
“Yeah, you are, Peach,” he cuts me off. “But wanna know a little secret?”
Nipping at my ear, his sharp teeth tug on the cartilage, making me gasp. My body is burning up.
“I couldn’t tell you one detail about her.” He continues when I don’t respond. “Couldn’t tell you what color her eyes were or what she was wearing, or even what her voice sounded like, and you wanna know why?” Tightening his arm around my waist, Fletcher grinds ever-so-slightly against my ass, and that’s when I feel it.He’s hard.“Because ofyou.”
“Me?” I croak.
“How am I supposed to pay attention to anything else when you look so fucking tempting?” Humming, he teases his fingertips just below my waistband, and my breath catches in my throat. “You honestly think I give a fuck about some random girl when my cock’s been this fucking hard foryousince the minute I walked in?” Rubbing against my ass again, he groans, and heat pools between my thighs. “Fuck no,” he growls. “You’re a fucking smokeshow, Peach, and the only thing that’s been on my mind all night is how badly I want to get you alone so I can do filthy things to you.”
His lips press down on my neck, peppering kisses along the overheated flesh while he walks us over to the building we stopped in front of. Spinning me around to face him, Fletcher shoves my back into the brick siding, bringing his hand to my throat, applying just the right amount of pressure as he crashes his lips down on mine. Using his other hand, he works thebutton open on my jeans and slips his hand inside as his tongue licks into my mouth.
Without meaning to, I moan as I kiss him back, unable to think about anything other than how badly I want this.
Circling my clit with his finger, Fletcher swallows my every whimper, kissing me with fervor while his hand drops from my throat, tugging down the low-cut collar of my shirt and exposing one of my breasts. A growl rumbles in his throat as he flicks the piercing. “New jewelry,” he husks. “So fucking sexy. You change it out for me?”
“You wish,” I breathe, the words empty, dying on my tongue as Fletcher kneads the bare flesh with his palm and he sinks his middle finger into my pussy.
“So fucking wet for me,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip. I gasp, my eyes rolling back when he adds a second finger. “Is this what you need, Peach, hmm? Need me to show you just how much I don’t give a fuck about anybody but you? Show you all the dirty things I was thinking about doing to you at the bar?”
Letting my head fall back against the side of the building, I nod and moan, my jaw going slack as works my clit with his thumb. My pussy is so wet, I can hear his fingers thrusting in and out, the slick sound driving me wild. His tongue flicks into my mouth before he bites down on my bottom lip again, a groan rumbling from deep within his chest.
Fletcher pulls back, his darkened gaze meeting mine for a moment before ducking his head and capturing my nipple between his lips. A deep-throated groan escapes me, head foggy and my heart pounding. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Backed up against a wall, in the middle of Main Street, where anybody could walk by and see us, I’m completely at my stepbrother’s mercy, and I don’t think anything has ever turned me on more. It takes no time at all before my release builds, and when he tugs my nipple between his teeth, I detonate.
My skin tingles, heat spreading in my veins as pleasure rips through every corner of my body and I cry out. As soon as the last wave hits and I’m coming back down to earth, Fletcher removes his hand from my pants, holding my gaze as he sucks the fingers clean, and then he reaches down, working his jeans open. “Turn the fuck around and pull down your pants, Peach,” he growls, fisting his thick, hard cock.
I don’t think, I justdo.
Turning toward the building, I shove my pants down to my knees, chest heaving with rapid breaths.
“Such a good fucking girl you are, Peach,” he rasps, bringing his body flush with mine. Heat rolls down my spine when his knuckles brush against my ass as he continues to stroke his cock. “Hands on the wall. Let me see how that fat ass can arch for your stepbrother.”
Fuck.My clit throbs as I press my palms to the cool, rough brick, knowing this should feel wrong, but it doesn’t.
Stepping up to me, Fletcher wraps an arm around my shoulders, holding me tight against his chest, while his other hand comes to my ass, spreading me open for him. “Ican’t tell you how fucking long I’ve thought about doing this,” he growls into my ear before sinking his cock into my wet, aching pussy in one rough thrust. As if he knows exactly what I need, Fletcher doesn’t give my body any time to adjust before he’s pulling out and thrusting back in again.
