Chapter 15 #2
“Oh,” I say as we pass a couple making out in the hallway. “I wondered how he recognized you so easily. I thought maybe you’re just that well-known around here.”
“I am.” He glances over his shoulder with a smirk, pushing open the door to our right.
Cockiness isn’t a quality I like, and being popular doesn’t earn him any points.
“My father and his business are well-respected, so I’m recognizable by default.”
He leads me into a ridiculously small laundry room and locks the door. As he turns to face me, my chest rises and falls rapidly, more from nerves than excitement, and I let go of his hand.
He angles in, and I move back on instinct. I only make it a step before my ass hits a washing machine. He dips his head, searching my face as if trying to read me. Between the dark mask and the dim room, I can’t tell what color his eyes are.
He wets his lips, the movement transfixing me as if I’m under a spell.
“What’s going to happen next?” I ask. The words are hoarse, my throat suddenly dry.
He lets out a deep, husky chuckle and winds an arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest. “Anything you want. If you want to go back downstairs, we can. But if you want me—say it, and you can have me.”
Heat radiates from his body, soaking through my costume and heating my blood. The beating of his heart echoes mine, and this close, his erection presses into my thigh. Every nerve ending is alight now, my apprehension replaced by desire.
I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull him in so our lips are nearly touching. He places his hands on the washing machine, caging me in but still giving me a choice.
“One time,” I whisper. “No names. No phone numbers. Masks stay on.”
“Anything else?” His hot breath ghosts over my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Do you have a condom?”
He nods.
“Then fuck me.”
He smashes his lips to mine, knocking the air from my lungs.
The temperature in the room ratchets up as his tongue curls around mine, exploring my mouth, dominating me.
It quickly becomes clear I’ve lost all sense of control.
A moan escapes my lips, and it only encourages him.
He deepens the kiss, making my head spin.
“Oh my God,” I whimper as he sucks at my throat hard enough to leave a mark. I slip my hands under his tee, mapping out his abs and his pecs, each dip of muscle.
With his hands on my ass, he hoists me up and sets me on the washing machine, nestling between my thighs, grinding against my core.
His rhythm doesn’t falter, even as he finds the zipper at the top of my spine and tugs it down.
We only break apart so I can help him pull down the bodice.
He yanks at the cups of my bra and palms my breasts, squeezing them almost to the point of pain.
The sensation sends a zap of need straight to my core, and when he brushes his thumbs against my pebbled nipples, my back arches of its own accord, my body wanting more.
With a grunt that’s equal parts pleasure and pain, he takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
“You’re so good,” he murmurs. With my nipple between his teeth, he tugs, and I throw my head back, relishing the way he uses his hands and his mouth.
The sound of a zipper brings me back to my senses, and I straighten. He takes half a step back, his eyes never leaving mine, and pulls a condom out of his pocket.
“You sure about this?”
I nod, diving back in for a kiss.
He grasps my arm, stopping me, and shakes his head. “Say it.”
With a sultry smile, I lean forward, slower this time. “I want your dick in my pussy.”
Smirking, he takes his cock out of his jeans. My breath catches at the sight of him, my heart thrashing against my rib cage. Holy shit. He’s huge. Dammit—he’s going to ruin my poor little pussy.
Once he’s sheathed, he clutches my hips and jerks me forward, my skirt riding up in the process. He holds my gaze as he pushes my panties to the side, but as he rubs my clit, he breaks eye contact, focusing on his movements.
I’m already more turned on than I’ve ever been. My mind spins, and when he slips his fingers inside me and curls them upward, my vision blurs at the edges.
“Oh, God.” I clutch his shoulder, my eyes locked on him.
He looks up, breaking into a wicked smile. “You’re so fucking wet.” He slips his fingers out of me and grasps his dick, positioning it at my entrance. With a groan, he pushes the tip inside me. “So fucking tight.”
He fucks me slowly, pulling almost all the way out.
His strokes are long and leisurely, our mouths molded together in a kiss that makes my lips numb.
With each thrust, I take him deeper. The whole house vibrates to the beat of the music downstairs, but up here, in this tiny space, our heaving breaths and the wet sounds of him thrusting deep into my drenched pussy envelop us.
It’s magic, nothing less. I’ve never been fucked like this before.
Every movement is more perfect than the last. I bet the girls he’s been with think about him every time they touch themselves. I know I will.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him into me. He smells like mint and something woodsy, the scent sliding under my skin and curling through my cells. He fills me—not only physically, but with his scent, his hot breath, his callused hands that ignite a fire inside me.
As I barrel into my orgasm, my toes curling and my legs shaking, I moan louder and dig my heels into his back. He catches my bottom lip between his teeth, sending a jolt of pain through me. My pussy pulsates in response, and I come, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
He releases my lip and buries his face in my neck. “Just like that, baby…”
He doesn’t slow. Dark spots dance in my vision, and my whole body spasms as he draws out my orgasm. When some of my sense returns, I kiss him ravenously, muffling my moans by keeping my mouth locked on his. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had.
Palming my ass, he quickens his pace, and the sound of his balls slapping my ass fills the room. He leans away and focuses on where we’re connected. “What a fucking sight,” he whispers, looking up again. “Your pussy takes me so well.”
As his movements become faster and rougher, he grips my ass again, his fingers painfully denting into my flesh. He seeks my lips, devouring my mouth and playing with my tongue, winding me up once more.
Growling, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and pounds into me harder, triggering my second orgasm as he comes with me. My core throbs as heat washes over me. My heart beats out of control, and it feels like heaven.
When he takes a step back and slips out of me, I jump off the washing machine, unable to keep from smiling like an idiot.
He tosses the condom into the trash can in the corner.
While he’s focused on tucking himself back in, I study him; his lips are puffy, and the strip of skin visible between his mask and his hairline is damp.
I check my wig, and once I know it’s secure, I pull up the bodice of my dress and turn around. “Zip me up?”
“Is this an Alice in Wonderland tattoo? It looks super fresh,” he says as he eases the zipper up.
I designed the tattoo myself, Alice’s silhouette and a hat befitting the Mad Hatter. Grinning, I turn to face him. “Yeah, I did it yesterday.”
He studies me for a moment then inches toward the door. “Indeed, we’re all mad here,” he murmurs, quoting my tattoo.
I bite my cheek and follow him into the hallway. Now that there’s a little more space, he takes me in from head to toe. Every inch of skin his eyes roam over burns with desire.
“Is there any chance I can convince you to give me your number?” he asks.
I’ve never felt chemistry like this before. It makes me want to see him again, touch him again, but I can’t. I lied about why I’m here, and I’m only staying a few days. It wouldn’t be wise.
“Sorry.”
He gives me a rueful smile, shaking his head. “Maybe your name?”
Heart pinching, I wring my hands. “Sorry, no.”
Abruptly, he pulls me into him and slams his lips to mine. I cling to his chest, fisting his T-shirt because my legs can no longer hold my weight. When he steps back and beams at me, my head spins.
“Wanted to give you something you won’t forget.”
Trust me, even without that earth-shattering kiss, I could never forget you.
“Who knows? Maybe I’ll see you around town.”
“Maybe.” I flash him a grin.
He grasps my hand and leads me to the stairs. As I follow, I plan my retreat, considering the best way to sneak away from him and find Chiara.
“There you are!” an all-too-familiar voice shouts.
My heart leaps into my throat, and I stumble on the stairs. My brother is standing on the landing below, a mask sitting on top of his head.
He doesn’t even look at me. Thank God. He’s focused on the guy still holding my hand. “Been looking for you. We’re headed to the club.”
My entire body deflates. By some miracle, he doesn’t recognize me, but, shit, I apparently just hooked up with his friend.
My luck has never been worse.
I ease my hand from the blond, keeping my focus on the stairs below me to avoid meeting Matt’s eyes. I need to find Chiara and get the fuck out of this house. Now.
“I was busy,” the blond guy says. “Where are we headed?”
Without glancing at the guy, I walk around Matt, giving him a wide berth and heading straight into the crowd, trying to disappear before my hookup remembers my existence.
“You’re something else,” Matt says. “Didn’t you swear you were done hooking up at parties, Watson?”
My blood turns to ice in my veins, and my muscles lock up.
Unbidden, my body pivots, and I zero in on the blond guy.
He stops beside Matt, and when he slides his mask off, my stomach plummets.
Fuck. How didn’t I recognize him? I’ve been drinking, so there’s that.
Plus, the tattoos are clearly new. He’s bigger, his muscles more defined, and his voice sounds way deeper…
Dammit.
Heart in my throat, I zip through the crowd to the dance floor, where I left Chiara and Catwoman. I need to get out of this house. Hell, I need to get out of Monterey. ASAP. Before anyone knows I’m here.
Because I just hooked up with my brother’s best friend. I just hooked up with my stepbrother.
If Dominic finds out I’m the girl he fucked on the washing machine tonight, I’ll be dead. I have no doubt about that.