Page 46 of Sugar Rush
He gasped at the feeling of my tongue dipping into his bellybutton, scooping his cum up into my mouth. I licked up his stomach, the silky smooth warmth of his skin making my mouth water even more. It was so sweet and so perfectly creamy against my tongue.
“Kieran,” he whined out my name, covering his face with his hands. He was blushing. I’d actually made the shameless little brat blush. Who knew it would be this easy?
Once I’d licked his torso clean, I dipped down to gently nudge my tongue over the head of his dick, cleaning up there too. He squirmed, squealing out his embarrassment through his palms. He was seriously that embarrassed, after telling me I had an all-access pass to his holes, whenever I wanted? It was almost funny.
When I was done, raising my head to look into his face, I had to smirk. He still hadn’t moved his hands away from where they were obscuring his face. Carefully wedging my fingers under his so I could pull his hands away, holding them in mine, I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Feel better?”
“Yeah.”
The charged tension from before was gone, and it was back to the typical ease of our company with each other. I lifted my body off him, awkwardly settling back into the driver’s seat, looking around the parking lot while he tugged his shorts back up. To my relief, it was still mostly empty. We hadn’t scarred any innocent families and we wouldn’t be arrested for indecent exposure.
I waited for the guilt and the dread to crush me. What the fuck had I done? I’d known, somewhere in the back of my mind, that coming here with him would be crossing a line and that we’d probably go too far with it. But we hadn’t even checked into the damn room and we’d already obliterated any line there ever had been. Had I really just been waiting for an opportunity to get him away from everyone? Was I just as bad as the alphas I imagined taking advantage of him?
“Hey.” Jordy’s voice was sharp, cutting through my thoughts. He scooted over to the driver’s side next to me so he could wrap his arms around me, setting his chin on my shoulder. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Thinking. I hate when you do that.”
“You want me to not think?” I asked dryly.
“When it comes to anything we do together, yeah. I want you to not think.”
“That’s easy for you to say.”
He sighed, cupping my cheeks with his hands to force me to stare right at him. His soft fingertips against my rough stubble felt heavenly.
“Here’s what I want you to think about. We’re in a different city where nobody knows us. No one’s going to find out about anything we do, and you’re not taking advantage of me. I want you. I’ve told you a million times.”
“Yeah, but…” He didn’t get it. But the deep down part of me that yearned to go along with him felt like it was getting bigger and bigger until I couldn’t push it down anymore.
“Okay, how about this?” He started, tilting his head at me as he spoke. “Why don’t you think of this weekend like… An experiment? We can do whatever we want, and if you don’t like it or you don’t think it’s right and you want to stop, we’ll leave it here and when we get home, we’ll pretend it never happened.”
Hope was such a disgusting, horrible feeling, swelling and swelling inside me until it was like a balloon getting ready to burst. I wanted to say yes. I needed to say yes. Saying no was becoming painful, like an actual wound festering inside me.
But could I really just forget? For the span of a few days, could I really just let go of the fact that we were stepbrothers? That he was too good for me, and that he was going away to college, where he belonged? Could I really just take what I could get from him, without havingallof him? Would that end up being even more painful?
But with his blue eyes staring into my soul, waiting patiently for an answer, I found that I couldn’t say no.
“Okay.” The word croaked out of my dry throat. His eyes widened a bit, and he instantly perked up.
“Really?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded slowly. “If… If you’re sure.”
His fingers tightened on my face. “I promise. Nothing is going to go wrong.”
Did I believe him, or did I just need to?
JORDY
AFTER CHECKING INat the front desk, we lugged our bags down the hall and into the room. After setting mine down next to the bed, I looked around while Kieran was in the bathroom. It was basic, not particularly fancy, but it looked clean and functional. And as I’d been previously warned, there was only one bed, which made me very happy. I had plans for that bed.
“Alright, I have to go,” he said, as he came through the door to the little adjoined bathroom. “Just… Wait for me to get back and don’t go traipsing around getting into trouble.”
“I’m giving you a zero traipsing guarantee,” I responded seriously. Why did all the important men in my life imagine me as some helpless frolicking prince just waiting to be thrown into a burlap sack and held in a villain’s castle for ransom? “I’ll just stay in and study, like I said.”
