Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
TAYLOR
Ducking into Cake not that I have ever been in there, but I’ve heard it’s real fancy.
Dropping my bag to the floor, I turn the shower on and smile when I see the steam already filling the room.
Large rainfall heads, double cubicle.
Wasted showers for an office block in my opinion. My shower at home is tiny with a shower curtain that sticks to my skin as I wash.
Kicking off my trainers, I take my clothes out and hang them up behind the door before stripping down and folding my outfit into the bag. Rooting for my toiletries, I place them in the shower tray and hang my towel on the hook just outside the shower.
Tugging the band from my long brown hair, I let it fall as I step under the shower and my mind instantly chills the fuck out as the hot water lashes against my skin.
Lathering soap into my hands, I smother my body then wash my hair with peach shampoo. Nothing beats a good shower in the morning.
I freeze when I hear footsteps approaching and the faint sound of music playing through earphones.
“Hello?” the gruff voice echoes around the shower room and I press myself up against the tiled wall.
Shit.
The sound of shoes hitting the floor pick up again and I know whose voice it is. Well, it’s one of two handsome brothers.
My chest rises and falls, my heart is in my mouth and I can’t close my eyes even if I wanted to.
The shower curtain is pulled back and dark emerald eyes land on my ocean blues before they sweep down my body.
My arms cross over my full chest, water dripping down my nose from the shower and I watch as he savours every ounce of my body.
“What do we have here then…” his voice is low and sultry and I shrink against the wall.
“I ran out of hot water.”
Not technically true, but I have no idea what the problem is.
He is sweaty. Bare torso out, ripped body. Thick, muscular arms, a dusting of hair over his chest and belly button that disappears into his shorts.
“That’s no good now, is it?” his tongue runs across his bottom lip as if he is planning his next move, eyes devouring me as the seconds pass and I swear I have just come.
He kicks his trainers off then steps into the shower, body to body, he towers over me.
I am shameless and have no idea what twin this is.
But in this moment I don’t care.
I read chapter fourteen of my book last night, and have been turned on ever since.
This is a reckless move, I know that.
His hand lifts and grips my face, thumb in one cheek, fingers in the other as he tilts my head back to look at him.
“You have plagued my every thought since the moment I read your resume.” He says softly, edging his lips towards mine. “My brother told me to stay away… and that was fine until you ended up here, naked in the shower… and well, my will power is just not that strong when what I want is offering herself to me.”
I swallow.
Grateful that I am the only one who can hear my thoughts; the way I pleasured myself at the thought of the Russell brothers last night makes my cheeks flame red.
“Am I right?”
I nod.
Desire burning deep inside of me as I clench my thighs together.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that yesterday… you turned on Little Ruin?” And my brows knot at the nickname but I am not mad about it.
I shake my head from side to side.
His spare hand skims ever so slightly down my side, across my hip bone before his fingers dust across my pussy, fingers teasing over my lips.
“Don’t lie to me, Taylor… I don’t like liars,” he whispers against my mouth just as his fingers rub over my clit and I gasp as his fingers glide and tease at my opening. “And it seems you lied Ruin.”
My eyes roll as he focuses on my clit, my legs widening and I don’t miss the smirk that pulls onto his lips, eyes burning with want and need.
The tips of his fingers circle at my soaked opening and before I can prepare myself, three fingers are stretching me, causing a moan to pass my lips, my back arching off the wall. He pries my arms away from my chest as his mouth sucks my nipple into his mouth, licking and biting as he fucks me with his fingers, his palm rubbing against my clit and I know I am done for.
Pulling my leg up and around his waist, I hear the vibration of the groan in his throat as he slides his three fingers with ease in and out of my aching pussy, his palm rubbing just in the right place over my clit and against my pubic bone. My stomach knots, a pleasurable burn coursing deep inside of me.
His lips brush over my collar bone, up my neck as he sucks on my pulse point then lazily drags his mouth over my jaw.
“I am desperate to fuck you,” he whispers in my ear and my pussy tightens around his fingers. A low chuckle passes his lips and I hate that I have shown my hand so easily. “I’ll let you come, if you can tell me my name…” he teases, looking down at me as pleasure consumes my every thought. My hips roll over his hand, desperate to come.
He shakes his head.
“Don’t be a needy slut, Taylor. Tell me my name,” his eyes fall between us as he slows his fingers that are buried deep inside of me to a slow and torturous rhythm.
My eyes roll in the back of my head and that’s when I feel his fingers wrap around the base of my neck, squeezing a little tighter before smirking when he feels the way my pulse races beneath them.
My eyes bounce between his, searching his face for anything that will give me the answer to his question. My pussy throbs and a burning ache has presented itself deep within me as his fingers pulse in and out of me, his palm not even hovering over my clit.
I moan as he slips in a forth finger, lips parting as I gasp on the breath I intake and that’s when he shows me his hand.
The twitch of that lip.
But it’s too late.
I’ve come.
“Oh no,” he nips at my jaw and I stiffen.
“Lucas,” I breathe through a moan, eyes volleying waiting for him to make his next move and he goes feral. Pulling his fingers from me, I whimper as he drops my leg. His large, callous hands grab my hips as he spins me around, my palms pressed against the wall.
I’m panting.
Desperate and needy and I don’t even care that I am in this situation.
I tease a look over my shoulder, eyes widening when I see the size of him. Panic claws at my throat but I don’t get another second to think about it, his hand is on my hip, pulling my ass towards him and he slams himself into me, hard and fast knocking the air from my lungs.
He doesn’t give me a moment to adjust as he curls my hair around his hand, tugging my head back as the other wraps around my hips and he fucks me, hard.
“Fuck, relax Little Ruin, you’re so fucking tight,” his voice is strained but I am too lost in this moment to listen. The way his cock is sliding in and out of me, the way I have stretched around him and my pussy is burning from his size, I don’t care about anything.
Slap.
I cry out as his hand connects with my ass.
“Oh,” I moan, and I hear a low chuckle float from him.
“Did you like that?” He asks as he tugs my hair.
“Yes,” I whisper as I look at him over my shoulder.
“I need to watch your pretty cunt come all over my cock, I need to watch you,” he groans, slipping out of me and I turn around to look at him.
He is euphoric.
I’ve let this man fuck me, yet his lips haven’t even touched mine and what’s worse is, I don’t care.
He lifts me up with ease and my legs wrap around his waist. He cuts the shower and walks me over to the sink unit. Gasping when the hot skin of my ass touches the cool marble worktop.
He looks down at me, fingers rubbing my clit as I lift my legs and rest my feet on the edge of the counter.
Lining himself up, I watch with heat flaming in my eyes as his thick head stretches me, and this time, he fills me up slowly and I take every fucking inch of him.
His eyes roll in the back of his head, his hand rests on my waist and when his eyes meet mine, he loses it. He fucks me hard, the sound of our skin meeting fills the room and his spare hand grabs my cheeks, holding me in place so I have no other option but to look at him as he fucks me into oblivion.
“You’re so fucking tight, the urge to fill you with my fingers as well just to see how much your pretty little pussy can take is overwhelming,” he whispers, and I moan at his words, the tip of his cock rubbing where I need him.
“Do it,” I whisper, too caught up in all of him and he looks delicious as he smirks at me.
“You’re going to be so much fun Little Ruin,” he goads me before his hand locks around the base of my neck and he pushes my head back with force so it hits the mirrored wall behind me, my eyes watching as his cock pounds into me and I know I am about to lose it.
My fingers tremble between my legs as I rub over my swollen and pulsing clit. His growls echo around the room as he pins me down on the counter, inches away from the sink but he fucks me like he owns me.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out.
“Yessss,” he hisses, smiling down at me, “come all over my cock Little Ruin, make a mess, please,” he begs and that’s when my orgasm smashes through me, my eyes roll in the back of my head as he chokes me harder, chasing his own release, my ears ring and I see fucking stars painted across a picturesque night sky when he moans my name, his hips hammering as he slams in and out of me, filling my pussy up with his cum.
He doesn’t let any go to waste, as soon as he is out of me, his fingers are rubbing and pushing it back into me.
“I want you full of me all day, and don’t wear any knickers, I want to know I am the cause of the wetness in your trousers, I want to know that I am the reason you have cum running down the insides of your thighs…” he leans over me, fingers still buried deep inside of me as his lips brush against mine, “and if you’re a good girl, Little Ruin, I’ll clean you up before making you a beautiful fucking mess all over again.”