Chapter 37 #2
Once I’m sitting down, he stands and releases me. Leaning down, he moves close to my face, his breath ghosting over my lips. My heart pounds in my chest, my anger warring with the heat pooling in my belly.
I’m speechless as Holland’s lips brush mine in a soft, teasing kiss. It’s fleeting, but it’s enough to send a jolt of electricity through me. I’m weak. I’m a weak, stupid girl, and I don’t care.
Holland seems to sense my surrender as his hands move down to rest on my thighs. His kisses grow more insistent, his lips pressing firmly against mine, his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth.
My hands find their way up to tangle in his hair, my fingers gripping tightly as I kiss him back with just as much passion.
“I hate you,” I say breathily, but he silences me with another kiss.
“No, you don’t,” his teasing tone is gone, replaced by a low, husky murmur that sends shivers down my spine. “I think we both know that.”
Man, I wish he couldn’t read me so well. I wish he didn’t know me better than I know myself.
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry,” he whispers against my lips, his breath warm and inviting.
My frustration is slowly becoming a distant memory, drowned out by the rush of desire coursing through my veins. I wrap my arms around Holland’s neck, my body lifting off the bed slightly to meet him, the tension between us shifting from anger to something… unidentifiable.
Holland hovers above me, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head with practiced ease. My bra follows, and Holland’s pupils dilate.
He pauses for a moment, his eyes raking over me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. I love the way he looks at me. Like I’m the only girl he wants. The only girl he needs.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Lainey,” he growls, his voice rough with need. “I mean, seriously. I don’t know how I went so long without seeing you like this. If I knew this is what I’d been missing, I would’ve made a move a long time ago.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “I probably would have hit you if you tried,” I shrug. Holland nods, laughing at my remark.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” His thumb brushes over my already hard nipple, and I shiver. I feel my cheeks flush as he reaches for my pants and begins to push them down.
I’m down to just my panties and Holland is still fully clothed. I’m not self-conscious, but I would like to see him. Holland’s body is unbelievable. He looks like he was created by a god. Like, serious muscles and an amazing set of abs.
Don’t even get me started on his dick. I know I shouldn’t objectify him, but holy shit does he have a nice penis.
“Are you going to take those off?” I ask, motioning to his clothes.
“You want them off, baby? Then take them off,” he demands.
My hands immediately move to the hem of his shirt, pulling the black material over his head and tossing it on the floor. My eyes roam over his chest, so lean and muscular, and I can’t resist pressing my lips to his skin, kissing a path down his torso.
Holland hisses as my hand slides down to the waistband of his jeans.
I watch as his eyes darken with desire as I unbuckle his belt and push his jeans down his muscular thighs. His briefs go with them into a pile on the floor. I take in the sight of him, naked and absolutely freaking perfect in front of me.
Hovering over me once again, Holland’s hand moves to my hip, squeezing firmly. His other hand caresses my cheek before he leans down, and his lips are on mine. Our kisses become more urgent, his tongue delving into my mouth as his hand slowly makes its way down to where my panties cover me.
I let out a soft moan as he pulls the fabric to the side and runs his thumb softly over my clit. My nails dig into his shoulders as my back arches, my body responding to his touch.
He breaks away from my lips and moves to trailing kisses down my neck, pausing at the hollow of my throat.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my skin gently before he continues to move lower, his lips lightly brushing over my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples, making me gasp and squirm beneath him.
My hands grip the sheets, my body tense with anticipation as Holland continues to move down my naked body. I know what’s coming and I know it’s going to be so good, and so does my vagina. I’m so wet, it’s actually kind of embarrassing.
I know Holland can tell that I’m growing impatient because he’s taking his sweet old time getting to where I need him to be.
His kisses are slow and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me but not giving me enough to reach a climax.
His thumb still moves slowly over my clit, but he’s only moving enough to make me writhe beneath him.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he reaches the inside of my thigh, leaving tiny kisses and causing me to let out a sharp breath and lift my hips off the bed in silent invitation.
Holland’s hands move to hold my hips firmly as his tongue swipes over me lightly.
“Holland…” I begin, but when his tongue does another drag, I lose all train of thought. This is what I need.
His tongue is relentless, flicking and swirling, his fingers joining in to tease my clit. Oh my fucking God. I’m going to combust. I’m going to die. This is going to kill me, I think.
My body trembles, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the pleasure builds quickly in my core.
“Please,” I pant, my voice hoarse. “Please… I need to-”
“You need to what, Lainey Bug? You need to come? Is that what you need?” he asks, his warm breath against my center as his fingers continue to work in and out of me. I nod frantically, hoping to God he’ll continue with his magic tongue so I can come.
“Yes, I need to come. Please,” I beg again. God, I hate begging. But I am about to fucking lose it and I need him.
Holland looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” he teases, his voice low and husky. “You need to come, Bug? Then come for me.”
With a devilish grin, he moves back to his delightful torture, and I come within seconds. Literally, seconds. I’m panting and moaning and writhing, and all I can think about is how I desperately want him inside me right now.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel him line himself up at my entrance.
“Are you ready for me, baby girl?” he asks in a husky tone. I nod, squeezing my eyes shut and waiting for the familiar feeling of him entering me.
“Use your words, Barkley. I know you love to hear yourself talk,” he mocks. How is it possible to want to slap someone and fuck them at the same time?
“Fuck me,” I demand breathlessly. Without a second thought, he’s pushing inside me, his thickness stretching me and filling me completely. “Oh, god.”
“That’s it, baby. You take me so well,” he groans as he pulls out slowly and slams back in. I yelp and moan as his hips begin to rock in a steady rhythm, his hands holding my hips as he gazes down at me.
“You feel so good,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “So tight, so wet… fuck, Lainey, you’re perfect.”
My arms fly up, locking around his shoulders as my body moves in sync with his, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the pleasure builds. Holland’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding.
The bed creaks beneath us, and I am actively praying that Haley and Ellie are both still out because they would definitely be able to hear us if they were home. Honestly, I’m so lost in Holland right now that I don’t even think I’d care if they did.
“Harder,” I practically whisper, my voice a plea, and Holland complies, his hips snapping against me as he pounds into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless.
The room spins, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the scent of our combined arousal, the sound of our bodies moving together.
Why does this feel so different with him? Why does sex with Holland feel like it’s healing everything inside me?
“Fuck, Lainey,” Holland groans, his voice tight with restraint. “I’m close… so close.”
Fuck, yes. My body tightens around him, my walls clenching as my second orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure washing through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath.
Holland follows soon after, his hips stuttering as he thrusts deep one final time.
His release spills into me, his groan of satisfaction echoing in the room.
“Jesus Christ, woman. What are you doing to me?” he asks, and I can’t help the small chuckle that leaves my lips. I enjoy that I make him feel good. I like feeling like I have some sort of control.
For a moment, we lay entangled, our naked bodies still joined and our breaths slowly returning to normal. Holland’s hand strokes my hair gently, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
“Well, Lainey Bug. I don’t know about you, but that was… fucking incredible,” he murmurs, chuckling to himself.
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” I agree, a soft smile on my lips.
“And to think, this happened because I pissed you off. I should piss you off more often,” Holland shrugs, his thumb moving a stray piece of hair away from my face.
“Don’t worry, you do that a lot,” I tell him with a cheeky grin.
“Is that right?”
I nod. “Definitely.”
Holland stares at me for a moment, his gaze intense, as if he’s looking directly into my soul. I shift uncomfortably next to him, trying to understand why he’s looking at me like that.
“Hey, Lainey,” he begins. He seems like he’s nervous, and I have a strange feeling I know exactly what he’s about to say, even though I don’t know if I’m completely ready to hear it. “I-”
He’s cut off by my door flying open.
“Hey, Lane. Can I borrow your-” Ellie stops dead in her tracks, her jaw dropping as she takes in the sight before her.
Me and her brother, naked, tangled together like vines on my bed. Betrayal and hurt are etched all over her delicate features.
I do my best to scramble up, grabbing my sheet off the bed as I go, but Ellie is out of the room in no time.
“Shit,” I hear Holland say as I wrap myself with the sheet, trying not to trip as I follow Ellie out into the living room.
Well, fuck. Now, I’m screwed.