Page 12 of Careless

“Thisis mine,” he pushes the point home by running his thumb over the damp material.

A whimper escapes me as he strokes it again and again, leaving me panting for his touch.

“Rian, please,” I breathe, not sure what I’m asking for him to do.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. We shouldn’t let this go to waste.” His teeth run down my throat as I buck my hips against his hand.

“We—we can’t. Finn—”

“He’s not here. We’re alone. You can scream all you want.” Then Rian picks me up, and drops me on the edge of his bed like I weigh nothing, then tugs my boxers and my underwear down my legs.What is happening right now? This is a dream, right?

“Rian, we shouldn’t—”

“Lay back, shut up, and let me tastemycunt.” He forces my legs apart and runs his tongue up the length of my pussy. Throwing my head back, I cry out from how good this feels. His hands hold my hips in place. The way his tongue touches every single nerve ending makes me dizzy.

He bites my clit and I whimper in pain, but his roughness is just a precursor to the pleasure that immediately follows.

“Rian!” I rasp as he presses a finger inside me, my pussy sucking him in like it’s as thirsty for him as the rest of me.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he growls, then sucks on my clit like a lollipop he wants to salvage. My hips buck with my impending orgasm. “I’m nowhere near done with your cunt, baby. Relax and let me suck every orgasm right out of you.”

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Rian Walsh keptme laid out on his bed for an hour while he sucked, bit, and licked to his heart's content, and he heard no complaints from me. My legs have never felt so jellified in my life. I lost count of the number of times I came all over his fingers and his tongue.

And yet, as soon as we got to school, he went back to pretending like I didn’t exist. Nothing changed, like I always expected it wouldn’t. I’m still just his best friend’s little sister.

He did get me to tell him what last night was about, and I was so embarrassed, but Rian didn’t judge me. He just gave me the answer to a riddle I didn’t realize I was trying to solve. If the method of exercise that I’m using isn’t working, try something else.

He also suggested I have a scheduled cheat day. He said all the guys have one. It tricks the metabolism.

“Where the heck have you been all morning?” Kia greets me at my locker with a scowl.

“Sorry. I had a weird night and morning.”

Her eyes roam up and down my body before they settle on my face. Then, her jaw drops. “You got laid.”

I shush her frantically and she yanks on my arm, shrieking.

“How—”

“Just tell me who it was.”

I stay silent as I close my locker and avoid looking in Rian’s direction. I know he won’t be looking at me, and maybe what we did this morning was incredibly stupid. It has changed the tolerance we had for each other.

“I’m your best friend. You better tell me.” Kia scowls again, making me groan.

“I didn’t get laid. Not really anyway.”

“So, over the clothes action?”

I whine. “No, he went down on me, okay?” It’s so mortifying to say this outloud.

“Who is he, Sorcha?” she presses more firmly, a threat laced in her tone.

“Kia…”

“Yes?”

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