Chapter 32 #2
“I don’t remember that being one of your rules,” I said, my voice breathier than I’d have liked.
“You have to read the small print, every time. It’ll get you.” He placed his face back on my Lycra-covered pussy and inhaled. “Why do you smell like fucking Christmas, birthday cake, and scoring the decisive goal all at once?”
“No one smells like that,” I breathed, trying to keep steam from coming out of my ears. Why was this so hot? Because he was off-limits? Taboo? Or because this was a man of the utmost self-control, and it was crumbling right in front of me, because of me?
“You do. You smell like starry skies and deep, cool lakes, and snowcapped mountains.” He moved his nose over me, rubbing up and down in small, delicious movements.
“Do all English men hold illusions of being a wordsmith, or just pretentious, arrogant ones?” I gasped.
“Don’t talk about other men right now. I’ll bite you,” he said.
I laughed. “Do you promise?”
Brody pulled his head up, his eyes warm and darker than ever. That look was everything. Desire crawled in my veins. This was what it felt like to be wanted more than anything. This was it. It was intoxicating.
He let go of my arms and straightened up. His dick lay along his thick thigh, trapped by his shorts. So long and hard, it had to turn at that angle.
“Get on the bench. The one you came on the other night,” he commanded.
I gaped at him. Dry humping was one thing. Messing around on a call was another. But this was something else. Something more. My heart raced with fear and excitement.
“Do it now, heathen, before I put you there myself.”
I pushed to my feet, while Brody remained on the floor.
“This—we shouldn’t cross the line,” I forced myself to say.
“The line is already lying far, far behind us, Selena. It’s madness to think otherwise. The line has been crossed. There’s no going back.”
He sounded so sure of himself. There was no conflict in his voice. He’d decided this was going to happen. He didn’t care that I was his stepsister, or that I annoyed him, or that he wanted me and my mom out of his family.
He didn’t care about any of it.
“You crossed the fucking line when you kissed me beside the pool, clinging to me like I was your fucking hero, and the rest has been inevitable since then.”
I stepped over him and walked to the bench. I could hardly look at it without remembering that wild orgasm.
I stopped there, and Brody turned around and rose on his knees. I watched him in the mirrors around us.
His hands hit the back of my thighs and trailed up to my ass. These yoga pants did nothing to muffle the feeling of his hot skin on my backside.
He squeezed my cheeks lightly as he stared up at me.
“If you think we ever had a chance of not ending up right here, you’re fooling yourself,” he murmured, his hands sliding up and hooking over my waistband.
“We were always going to end up here. Whether we were going to be stepsiblings, classmates, or people who met at a party. We were always going to end up right here.”
Then he slowly started to pull down my pants and panties.
Oh God, was this really happening? Was I really going to let this happen?
Yes.
I wasn’t scared. I didn’t feel pressured. I wanted it. That was the truth. I wanted him to touch me where I’d started to think no one else ever would again. A flash of that night forced itself into my head for a second. A blast of shame sent words tumbling from my mouth.
“Are you sure? Haven’t you heard about me?” I blurted out, shame and nerves crawling through my veins.
He stared at my exposed skin while still pulling down my pants and thong inch by inch.
“Heard what, heathen?”
“That I’m…” I blew out a breath and gathered all my courage before I spoke. “Damaged goods.”
Brody stopped. Those terrible nerves exploded into anxiety. I couldn’t bear to see him as he slowly brought his eyes up to meet mine.
“Selena, look at me.” His commanding tone was impossible to refuse.
My eyes found his, and anger sparked in the stormy depths.
“Don’t ever use those words to describe yourself again. Ever. Got it?”
Those nerves quivering in my belly softened, and relief like nothing I’d ever felt before flowed through me when Brody held my gaze.
“I said, got it?”
“Got it,” I found my voice long enough to say.
He nodded decisively and then continued peeling down my leggings and underwear. Seconds later, he was lifting my legs to free them from the clingy material.
“Sit.” His gaze was glued to my bare pussy.
I sat.
“Spread,” he instructed next.
I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I hadn’t even looked down there after everything. What would there be to see anyway? Everything was healed, and yet, I’d happily never see that area of my body again.
But Brody put his hands on my knees and gently pushed them apart.
“I said spread for me, sweetheart, and let me see all of you. Everything that you keep just for yourself, and now, you’re giving to me.” Satisfaction rippled through his words.
I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed before he leaned in and licked me.
I fell back on my elbows, my knees naturally parting more as he lowered his face between my legs and explored me with his tongue.
He dragged it up and down my slit, pushing just inside me to lick at my entrance, his lungs expanding deeply while he breathed me in.
With a hungry-sounding growl, he placed his entire mouth over my pussy, his tongue raking up and down my slit before focusing on my clit.
I was so wet I could hear the squelching sounds I made as he tongue-fucked me.
The bench was soaked, my thighs were dripping, and Brody’s face had to be a mess.
But he didn’t pull back. He didn’t flinch.
His finger worked inside me, thick and blunt and painfully good.
Pleasure built, and I was close, so damn close.
I cried out, and Brody nipped my inner thigh, moving his mouth from where I needed it to be.
I glared at him, and he just smirked.
“Pipe down, sweetheart, no one gets to hear you come but me.”
“Then hurry up and make me come… if you can—”
I broke off when he leaned back in and sucked my clit into his mouth, tonguing the bundle of nerves ruthlessly, while gliding another finger inside me and stretching them wide.
Waves of pleasure crashed over me, breaking me apart and putting me back together all at once. I grabbed at his hair and thrust myself toward his face, riding out my orgasm as long as I could, while Brody ate me relentlessly.
“Look how beautiful you are when you’re falling apart in my hands, heathen. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve never seen anything like you.”
I relaxed back onto the bench, my head swimming, legs splayed on either side of the leather. Brody leaned against the bench on my left, his hair tickling my thigh.
“I don’t even want to know how many rules we just broke,” I managed to say after a few seconds, my voice rough.
“Oh, so now you’re going to worry about the rules?” He chuckled. “Speaking of which, I have a new one, going forward.”
I sighed, still floating in that calm, blissful place post-orgasm.
“Of course you do. Let’s hear it, then.”
He turned around and traced his lips over my side.
“You know I only like exclusive things, sweetheart. I’m a Sinclair, born and bred. So, the rule is from now on, this cunt, this body, this wild, fucking energy… it belongs to me and me only. I don’t share my things with anyone, and I don’t expect you to either.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning we are only for each other. That’s the rule.”
I had no idea what to say to that. I stared down at him, those possessive words winding through me and making me feel things I had no business feeling.
“Brody,” Cal called through the door, following it up with a short knock.
I scrambled to my feet, suddenly panicked. “We’ve got to leave for practice,” Cal reminded him.
“Coming,” Brody called out, slowly standing, watching me yank on my gym wear.
He wiped his wet face with his fingers and then stuck one in his mouth to taste it. And he called me a heathen.
“I’m on my way.”