want my dick, you’re going to have to show me some exclusivity. No one else, in any way, shape, or form. No kissing, no eye-fucking, I don’t even want you thinking about anyone else.” His eyes drop to my chest, and for a moment, I’m almost certain he can see my pulse hammering. “Do that, and you can have my dick on tap. Whenever you want. However you want.”
I jerk away, snapping, “I don’t want it. The last time—the last two times—they were flukes, okay? Massive lapses in judgment. It won’t happen again.”
Darkness flickers in his eyes and a smug grin tugs at his mouth. I feel the power rolling off of him. “Even you don’t believe that. I bet you’re already wet for me.”
It’s unnerving how well he knows me. Why? How? Did he manage to gather all this from me that one night, all those years ago? From the night in the office? Are the other boys talking about me?
That’s another reason I don’t do repeats. I don’t want any of them to get too close, to know too much about me. But Heston Wilcox seems to know, anyway.
His hand drops to the hem of my skirt and then underneath, knuckles grazing the fabric of my panties.
“Don’t,” I say, squirming away. I turn to the door but he’s bigger, faster. His quick fingers turn the lock and he pins me against it, unyielding. Once again, his hands wander, this time going straight between my legs. “Heston, I mean it. I’ll go to Collins.”
“No, you won’t.” He sounds perfectly sure about it. Sure and almost annoyed that he has to say it. “Then everyone will know what you’ve been doing—who you’ve been doing. And that’d be so…what’s the word everyone keeps using? Oh, right. Embarrassing.” Breathing a low laugh, he adds, “Oh, but the look on my brother’s face will be fucking priceless.”
I don’t want him to do it because it’ll prove how weak I am. How I have no control over my wants and needs. I’m not scared, I’m ravenous. The old familiar vibration is already there, threatening to drag me away.
His head dips down next to mine, nose running against the shell of my ear as he shoves his fingers beneath the crotch of my panties. “Spread your legs or it’ll hurt more than it needs to.”
I don’t move, closing my eyes and holding my ground.
“Closing your eyes won’t make me go away.” His breath warms my cheek and I sense the brush of his body against mine. He could overpower me easily, does overpower me, as two fingers enter me at once.
A long, tremulous shudder rolls through me.
He fucks me with his fingers, curling them deep inside. “Just like I thought,” he rumbles into my ear. “So fucking wet for this.”
He’s relentless and doesn’t abate, not even when I reach out to hold on to him, hips bucking mindlessly into his palm. I start to feel the tingling sensation that comes just before the wave of an orgasm, but I bite down on my bottom lip, desperate to stave it off—to not let him win.
“You know how good I can make this for you,” he tells me, mouth so close to my own. “Say you’ll save this for me, Little Red. Tell me there won’t be anyone else, and you can have it, any time, on command.” I shake my head and he tenses in response. “Stop pretending it isn’t what you want.”
“I don’t want it,” I lie, not sounding even remotely convincing.
I’m not prepared for the feeling of his lips brushing over mine, or for his teeth to tug at my bottom lip, forcing my mouth to part. The feel of his warm tongue is sudden and jarring.
And so fucking good.
It adds a whole new wave of pleasure within my struggle to maintain control. His jaw is firm, commanding the kiss. It’s been so long, I’d forgotten what kissing Heston is like; an abrupt, thrilling drop. I know it’s going to end painfully, but while it’s happening—while he’s cradling my jaw in his large, warm palm, tongue looping around mine—all I feel is weightless and free.
Without meaning to, I melt into it and everything disappears; my hate, my anger, but most of all, my resolve.
The orgasm is intense, body-wracking, spreading through my core like a wildfire.
He swallows my cry, the heel of his palm grinding painfully into my clit as I ride his hand. By the time the tremors stop, he’s basically holding me upright.