9. Maeve
CHAPTER 9
MAEVE
He doesn’t leave when I expect, and I don’t know what he wants now because as far as I know, I’ve given him everything. I’m exhausted beyond measure, and all I want is to sleep. The physical need for it borders on pain.
“Diego, please. I need sleep.” I’m begging now, and I’m not above it. I need to shut down.
His dark eyes run over me, and the look in them surprises me. There’s cunning and some careful excitement but also intense heat. I recognize the tension that started between us in the doorway when he wrestled me to the floor, and I learned that my stepbrother was packing a frankly intimidating cock.
He moves from his spot on the couch, dropping to his knees in front of me. Those same dark and wicked eyes have a whole new appeal from this angle. His shirtlessness feels as dirty now as it did when he was on top of me, and my eyes roam hungrily over his tattoos and the muscular v that leads down.
“What are you doing?” I demand. An anxious buzz lights every inch of me up with excitement.
He reaches one hand out and places it on my knee, massaging like he did to my ankle. There’s a lazy assuredness to every move like he knows without a doubt I won’t stop him.
“What if I said I was grateful?”
I clear my throat as he uses his grip to push my legs slightly apart. His gaze runs over the fabric covering my pussy, and when his tongue darts out ever so slightly to wet his lips, I see a flash of metal that could only be a tongue piercing.
Oh god.
“I don’t really believe that,” I answer too quickly, giving away how flustered I am. My palms slicken as his other hand grips my other thigh, and this time, he just squeezes possessively.
“What if I told you I liked how your ass felt wiggling on my cock, and now I want to taste you?”
I gasp, but heat ripples through my system. My pussy aches with need at the prospect of his filthy words.
He shoves my knees wider.
Part of me always wanted him this way. We were too old when we met to have actual sibling feelings for one another, and I’d have to be half dead not to notice how gorgeous he is all grown up. Everything about him appeals to me, from his size to his tattoos and those delicious dark eyes.
My mouth hangs open, but I haven’t answered him. I’ve never been this turned on in my life, and my hormones are overriding all sense of reason.
“Maeve, my perfect, prim little sister. Are you going to pretend you don’t want it when your shorts are already wet?”
He touches the damp spot I’ve made for emphasis, but I still don’t answer him.
“I never said I don’t want it, but we shouldn’t,” I tell him. “Some lines shouldn’t be crossed.”
He nods as if he’s taking my words incredibly seriously.
“Of course we can’t dirty that perfect Sinclair reputation.” His fingers slip into my waistband. “What if everyone finds out you’re not a good girl? That you’re a slut who wants to ride her stepbrother’s face?”
“I’m not worried about that.”
“What are you worried about, then?”
He pulls on my shorts, lowering them as far as he can, and now, I need to lift my hips if I want him to go further. I still haven’t decided. It doesn’t matter how turned on I am; this is a bad plan. A marriage to escape some problems is one thing, but I’m not sure I’ll ever survive his mouth on me.
He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the top of my pussy. The most sensitive parts remain covered, but that point of contact lights me up.
“Whatever this is,” I tell him as I give in and lift my hips. He drags the fabric down, revealing me to himself and the suddenly chilly air. “You and me.”
“We’re nothing, Maeve. I’m just hedging my bets.” Before I can take offense, he grunts, “Fuck.”
“Something wrong?” I ask.
“You smell so good it makes my cock ache.”
He must be a better liar than I am because I smell like sweat from practice. Yet he devours me with his eyes, and I start to believe I’m really affecting him this much.
“How’s that bet working out for you?” I ask with a cocky grin and renewed confidence.
I’m not in my right mind, tired enough that my choices are hardly making sense to me. But now his lips touch the bare skin inside my thighs, and I breathe heavier in anticipation rather than asking him to stop.
“When did you get so fucking pretty?” he asks as he trails closer and closer to where I want him. With one hand, he spreads me, revealing my most sensitive areas to his inspection. “So pretty.”
“Diego,” I moan his name as he slides a finger firmly over my clit, applying enough pressure to make me wiggle and squirm.
“Maeve,” he taunts as he applies a wet sucking kiss to my thigh, but not my pussy which he still holds open for himself.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want your stepbrother’s tongue all over your tight little cunt.”
I shiver as he speaks, desperately turned on by how wrong it is. No one has ever used that word to describe my pussy before, and the filthiness of it makes me want to sink my ass into this couch and spread my legs wider in invitation.
“Please, Diego.”
“Say I want my stepbrother to eat my cunt.”
He takes the edge of my pussy lip between his teeth, sucking it into his hot mouth. My jaw drops open in a silent moan when he bites me a little too hard, and I shout, “Please, I want my stepbrother to eat my cunt.”
Shame and humiliation burn my cheeks, but my hips practically gyrate toward his face, begging him to switch that attention to my clit and take some of this edge off. His nose bumps my swollen clit, and I cry at the sudden stimulation.
“Of course you do. You’ve always been a filthy little slut, haven’t you?”
Before I can answer or decide whether I’m offended, his mouth is back on me. This time, his tongue rolls in thick, hot patterns, blinding me. I feel the metal ball from the piercing right over my clit, and the sensation unlocks something feral inside me. He knows how to use that thing. The hard metal goes deliciously well with the softness of his tongue, and I suspect I’ll come embarrassingly quickly. I’m almost there when he switches to a strong suction, and my hips buck, my ass lifts off the couch, and my legs shake around his head while I chant nonsense to myself.
It’s torture. Each time I get close to orgasm, he changes his technique just enough to prevent me from coming, just enough to make me go insane.
“Diego, please, I need to come,” I beg, as he runs his tongue over me in the most delirium-inspiring pattern.
He shoves his tongue deep inside my pussy and eats my G-spot from the inside out. His piercing is inside. I swear I can feel it edging me, and it’s too late this time. It doesn’t matter that he pulls out at the last minute and tries to prevent it once again. My body is doing its own thing.
I’m so overstimulated that the waves of my orgasm take me, but it’s that horrible feeling for a ruined orgasm. I’m feeling deflated and ready to curse him, but then Diego smacks my clit hard.
No one has ever done anything like this to me before. The sensation stuns my senses, but it also saves my orgasm, and as I’m screaming in release, he continues to smack my clit until I’ve made a wet mess of his couch.