Chapter 6
His desires were seductive, and Summer desperately wanted him to follow her.
She’d give anything to feel Knox inside her.
Which was absolutely crazy. Even crazier than the fact that she was walking into the bathroom because he told her to and closing the stall door behind her without saying a word in case someone overheard.
Luckily the restroom was empty. Of course, she wouldn’t have done anything if there’d been anyone inside.
But his voice in her ear was so commanding, so sexy, so tempting, she did what he asked.
“I want you standing up. Put one foot on the toilet lid and pull your skirt over your hips.” She did as he told her, raising her leg, thankful for her earbuds so she could set down the phone.
Slowly raising her skirt, the sweet scent of her arousal drifted up to her.
“Slide one finger into your hot little pussy.” He seduced her with his words, with her own desires. “Tell me how wet you are.”
She eased a finger inside herself, feeling her body grow moist at his order. “So wet,” she murmured, her voice low. “Wetter than I’ve ever been. So wet your cock would slide deep inside me.”
He growled, a savage sound that thrilled her. “Now rub that sweet, tight clit of yours,” he whispered in her ear.
She rubbed, stroked, circled. And moaned softly.
“How does it feel?”
She allowed herself only one word. “Good.” There were so many other ways to describe it—utterly glorious, mind-boggling, tantalizing, amazing, but she could manage only that one.
Then another slipped out. “God.” Before she clamped her lips shut.
It was crazy. It was overwhelming. But it was so damn good.
Her pussy throbbed in time with his voice in her ear, whispering, egging her on, turning the heat up with his dirty words and his dirty thoughts.
The explosion started like the first rumble of an earthquake when you didn’t know exactly what was coming.
It built inside her until her whole world was shaking. So good, too good, wildly good.
She gritted her teeth and absorbed the waves with nothing more than a soft moan.
But he knew. “You’re coming now. And it’s hard to keep quiet. You want to scream. You want to beg me to fuck you.” He was so right, and his voice shook as he said, “Christ, you’re so damn hot. I can almost feel your sweet little pussy squeezing my cock.”
The words rolled over her, dragging her down with imagery and sensation. She loved it all—the dirtiness, the kink, the risk.
And most of all, she loved Knox’s voice on the other end of the line.
He sat on a bench outside while she drove him crazy with her quickened breath, her moans, her delectable sounds. He could muscle his way into the women’s restroom, follow her into that stall, and take her right there.
“You need me to fuck you right now, don’t you.” It wasn’t even a question.
“Yes,” she ground out.
It was an incredible sensation, the need deep in his groin, his heart pounding loudly, her sweet little moans in his ear, and the kinky risk that at any moment, one of these ladies—pushing a stroller, jogging by, taking the dog out for a ramble—could walk in on her.
And he knew she loved the thought of that too.
That was the beauty of dreams versus truth.
It was the risk they enjoyed, not the reality.
But no one entered the small outbuilding.
And he whispered into the phone, “You are so fucking good.”
“You’re crazy for getting me to do that.”
He wished he could have been a fly on the wall watching her. “You’re crazy because you loved it.” He thought he heard a rustle—maybe her skirt coming down. “But you liked it, didn’t you?”
“You know I liked it. You heard me.” The sound of running water, then what he thought was a paper towel being pulled from its holder. When she left the bathroom and stepped into the sun on the path, her skin was flushed. Even after that climax, her nipples were hard as if she needed more.
And he needed more. She didn’t even cast a glance over him as she walked by. He stood to follow her. “You know, you have the sexiest little sway to your ass when you walk.”
He heard her laugh in stereo.
“Are you following me with a hard-on?” She dipped her head as someone passed her. “That wasn’t exciting enough for you?”
“I’m hard enough to pound into you right now. But I came prepared. I’m actually wearing a long T-shirt that covers up my harder-than-steel erection.”
She turned slightly as if she wanted to see him.
A jogger tripped as she passed, the sight of her pert nipples in profile making him fumble.
She was still working her charms, and Knox didn’t care that he was following her like a salivating puppy dog.
“When did you first have sex?” He was dying to know.
A woman like her would have started early. He was sure she’d always loved sex.
“I was fifteen.” She sat on a bench, crossing her legs Basic Instinct style.
He walked on, sitting two benches down on the opposite side of the path, spreading his legs nonchalantly. “Who was it?” He had to know everything. “The dirty teenage boy next door? Your first high school sweetheart?”
She stunned him with, “My stepbrother.”
Now he was the one who would have tripped if he hadn’t already sat down. “Is that true?”
“Absolutely true.”
His heart was beating hard, his cock pulsing in time. “Tell me how it happened?” He was suddenly so worked up it was almost hard to breathe.
“My parents divorced when I was ten, and our parents got married when I was fourteen—my dad and his mom. He was two years older. We’d lived in the same town for several years and I knew him from middle school.
I was a freshman, and he was a junior—I already thought he was hot even before our parents got together. ”
“So you liked older men.”
She laughed—a soft sound soughing out gently. “It was hot to daydream about a junior.”
“You’re keeping me in suspense. Tell me how it started. There’s something sexy and taboo about living in the same house, supposedly as brother and sister. But secretly...”
Then she blew him away again. “I accidentally caught him jerking off in his room.”
He sucked in a shaky breath. “So you’re guilty of peeping on your stepbrother.”
She waved slightly as if gesturing him away. “He shouldn’t have been jerking off in the middle of the afternoon when our parents were both at work and his little stepsister could come home from school at any moment. Even more, he should’ve closed his door.”
“Did you hear him first? The slap of his fist beating?”
“It was his sounds. And I knew those sounds. It wasn’t like our parents were particularly quiet.”
He got even harder learning she’d overheard her parents having sex.
“I thought he had a girl with him. His door was slightly ajar, and I just wanted to see who it was.” She paused, as if she were remembering, as if it were making her hot all over again.
It sure as hell made him hard. This woman knew how to keep him on edge. “Tell me exactly what you saw.”
From her bench, she glanced at him, smiled. “He was sitting on his desk chair, his shorts around his ankles, his legs spread, his hand moving fast. And he was groaning.”
“But you didn’t walk away. You even pushed the door open a bit more, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did. He was a jock. And he had a really nice body.” He saw her lick her lips as if she could see and hear it all again.
“He made you wet.”
“I was so wet. But I didn’t really understand all that then. We weren’t so inundated with sex back then. I’d never even played with myself.”
“But you discovered masturbation that day.”
She flicked him a smile. “Yes, I did. It was like watching a spectacle at the arena. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
The way the muscles of his face moved, the way his forearm strained, and the glimpse of the crown of his cock every time his hand went down.
I even saw droplets of come leaking out. ”
The main path was getting too crowded for what she was saying, and she stood again, heading onto a less traveled trail. He followed as if she were the Pied Piper.
“When he came,” she said, her voice a hoarse whisper, “it was like a jet stream, up and over. He didn’t even try to catch it. He just kept jerking himself, and I couldn’t stop watching that flood of come spurting out of his cock.”
“Jesus.” He was so hard it was painful to walk. “He actually saw you watching him, didn’t he?”
She didn’t answer his question right away, but he was so enjoying the tale he didn’t care. He savored every word, every pause, every sigh.
“He kept working himself for a few seconds more,” she whispered, seducing him with her words and the images her tale evoked.
“His head fell back against his chair. And I was frozen; I couldn’t move.
I should’ve closed the door so he wouldn’t see me, but I couldn’t.
” She paused, and his heartbeat ratcheted up with what she was about to tell him.
“And then he said, ‘Did you like it, little sister?’” Her breathing came hard over the phone now. “Even then I still couldn’t run.”
There was only one jogger passing by them here, and Knox was actually looking for spots where he could drag Summer off the path. Did she know what she did to him? Or was she just recounting the story for herself because she loved it?
“He just sat there, his come all over the desk, his shorts around his ankles, and his hand still gently stroking his cock. And then he said, ‘Have you ever made yourself come, little sister?’” Her voice dipped lower—seducing him as much as her memories seduced him.
“It was like he got off on me being his little stepsister. And he looked at me with the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, and he said, ‘It’s so much better with someone watching. ’”
“Christ. That’s why you like to be watched, isn’t it? Because of him?”