Chapter One #2
It’s not long before he’s pulling my panties down my legs.
I barely register that he’s moving before he has my legs spread wide open with his head buried between them.
Oh, God, looking down at him was a mistake.
The hungry look in his eyes as he licks his lips is almost enough to send my quivering mess of a body over the edge.
“Tell me, pumpkin, do you taste as sweet as you look? Because this has to be, hands down, the prettiest goddamn pussy I’ve ever seen.” He growls as he bites into my inner thigh.
“Oh, God… Oh, God!” My hips are bucking all on their own, in an attempt to get the friction to my core that it so desperately seeks.
“No, I believe, ‘oh, Bray’ are the words you want to be screaming, babe,” Bray states just a moment before he dives his tongue into my centre, licking me from bottom to top. “Mmm, damn, pumpkin, this pussy is dangerous. One lick and I think I’m addicted.” Bray makes quick work of diving back in.
Moments later, I’m screaming his name as the orgasm of the century rolls through me. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, exploding with sensation. What the hell is he doing to me?
I must have blacked out for a minute because when I open my eyes, Bray is standing in front of the bed.
Naked. Completely fucking naked. Thank you to any God who created this masterpiece.
My eyes travel hungrily over his body, down his torso eagerly, wanting a glimpse at…
wait a hot darn minute. Is that… oh my God, it is.
My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, his pierced, beautiful, huge fucking cock. I lick my lips. I can’t wait to get a taste of that. Did I mention pierced? Yep, pierced. A Prince Albert, shiny metal sitting on the head of his cock.
Beep! Beep! “Reilly, get up! Come on, I don’t have all day!” I’m immediately drawn out of my daydream or memory, whatever you want to call it, by the sound of my sister’s voice screaming at me.
Get it together, Reilly. I try my mental pep talk. I’m feeling like a bitch in heat right now. Just the memory of Bray’s cock has me wanting to beg for more of it. No, I can’t go there. I will not go there.
Getting up off the ground, I’m further reminded of what magic that pierced cock is capable of as my core both burns and tingles with the remnants of last night’s events.
I do everything I can to avoid making eye contact with Holly on the drive home.
If I look over at her, she will know the internal struggle I’m doing my darndest to fight off.
Just as I thought Holly was actually going to let me sit here in peace for the whole ride home, she decided to break the silence.
Reaching over, she picked up my hand and threaded her fingers with mine.
“Okay, enough wallowing. What happened?” she questions while giving my hand a squeeze before letting it go.
Turning my head to give her my best glare, I respond, “I’m not wallowing, nothing happened. I was up late and I’m tired, that’s all.”
“Nice try, Rye, but I’m not buying it.” She shakes her head no, using her teacher voice on me. I hate to admit, it is actually a little scary and firm, almost makes me want to confess everything so I’m not in trouble.
Looking over at Holly, I already know there’s no point trying to hide anything from her. We have never been able to hide anything from each other. It’s some sort of weird twin thing; we always just know whatever the other is feeling.
As much as I want to confide in her, I just don’t think I can right now.
She would try to understand, but really, she’s never been in this situation.
She’s never even had a one-night stand. Holly is the relationship or nothing kind of girl.
She’s looking for her prince charming to share the white picket fence with and 2.
5 kids. Meanwhile, I made a promise to myself a long time ago that I would never let myself get attached to a guy.
Holly has always been the good twin, while I prefer to blur the lines and break the rules.
Her personality is the complete opposite of mine.
She’s a kindergarten teacher, loves the kid’s she teaches like they were her own, and cries her eyes out at the end of each year when they move up a grade to a new teacher.
Although our personalities may be opposite, our looks are identical. Only those who really know us are able to tell us apart from each other. We share the same tall, thin stature, long red hair with pale skin and green eyes. The only difference being Holly has a tiny freckle under her left eye.
My silence does not get her to back down at all.
“Rye, you know I love you most in the world. Please tell me what the hell happened, or I might just turn this car around and hunt down Bray. I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty if I need to, you know.
I will emasculate him if he hurt you.” Her voice is getting louder.
I know she really would turn the car around too.
“You would have a hard time getting to him, Holl, considering the cops banged down his door and arrested him. Hence, why I had to call you to come and get me at this ungodly hour.”
Holly looks over at me with sympathy written all over her face. “Rye, I’m sorry. What was he arrested for?”
“I don’t know. I chucked on a shirt…” Looking down at said shirt, I then add, “His shirt, grabbed my phone and got the hell out of dodge. I didn’t stick around to have a cuppa with the officers, Holly. And frankly, I don’t give a shit what he was arrested for. It’s his problem not mine.”
As I finish my rant, it hits me. I’m wearing his damn shirt, no wonder I can’t get him and his magical cucumber out of my bloody head.
I can smell him. It’s an exotic, earthy scent.
It’s an odd feeling; I’m torn between being repulsed, because that’s how I should be feeling, and a sense of comfort and security in being able to smell him.
Okay, it’s official. I’ve gone and lost my damn mind.