“Get off me,” she said, but she really meant “Let’s play. Please play with me.”
She didn’t know what she was getting into, but she trusted Steve like her own brother, and holy hell, now that he’d confessed this hot, inhibition-free bend to his sexuality, she wanted to try it with him.
“Get off me,” she repeated. “Let me go.”
He laughed, still Steve, then growled a little, turning into someone darker. “I told you to stop tempting me, didn’t I?”
“Oh my God.”
“You’re trapped here, like you said, and you’re going to do whatever the fuck I want until I’m done with you.”
Oh, she liked this kink. “I didn’t mean to be a tease,” she whimpered, struggling.
He kissed her, and although they’d kissed a few times by now, this felt completely different. As his lips attacked hers, he reached for one of her hands and pushed it over her head. Her instantaneous reaction was to arch against him. Jesus, his cock felt hard and thick as hell, and it wasn’t even out of his pants yet.
He gripped her hand, hard, and spread her legs with his knees. She gasped as he ground against her, and that gasp wasn’t acting. This was definitely rougher than anything she’d ever experienced in bed, and they were both still fully dressed. Well, in pajamas, anyway. He kissed her, his free hand roving over her body, tracing her hips, cupping her jaw, grabbing a bunch of her hair and yanking it.
She met his force with a force of her own, struggling and sensual at the same time. Over his shoulder, in the corner of his bedroom, his cello stood in its stand, the epitome of elegance and civilization. She loved that he had all these sides to him. The brotherly friend, the pajama party organizer, the talented musician, and now this…
He let her go long enough to take his shirt off, and then he pulled off hers, so she only wore a skimpy bralette. At least it was pretty and lacy. She thought back to Ethan, and her damn llama panties.
No, she couldn’t think about Ethan right now, because Steve demanded her attention with each frenetic touch. Her arousal was so ramped up, so pulsing and rabid already, that she wasn’t sure she’d survive a full fucking. He was barely taking off her clothes and she was about to lose it. He made her simmer and squirm, squeezing her breasts through her thin lace cups and tracing his teeth up her neck. His teeth were soon replaced by fingers, stroking, then tightening. She almost made a sound, a small panic sound, but she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.
“Look at you. I want to fuck you,” he said, his thumb making lazy circles over her jugular. “I need to fuck you.”
She struggled under him, her bare stomach rubbing across his tight abs.
“What’s wrong, baby? What do you need? Do you need me to fuck you up?”
Yes, that was what she wanted, with his rough, grasping energy. She’d fought him to the point of exhaustion. Now the only thing to do was submit, especially with him squeezing her neck. She nodded, tears rising in her eyes. This was so intense.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, low and soft. He released his hold on her neck and pushed back her hair. “I can’t be too rough our first time.”
“No. You can be.”
“You little slut.”
He said it with a smile, and she laughed.
“Don’t fucking move.” He barked that order and reached past her, yanking open a drawer in the nightstand. He took out a condom and tossed it on the bed beside her head. While she was still staring over at it, he tugged down her sleep pants and they were gone. His pants were next. God, his cock was clearly visible through his tight white boxer briefs. It was deliciously big, and kind of scary.
“No,” she said, remembering their playacting.
“Oh, yes.”
“No.”
He was on her again, his arm gripping her waist when she tried to escape him. The other hand grasped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Do you feel me? Do you feel this?”
He pressed his cock to her pussy, through two layers of underwear that might as well have been nonexistent, the way he ground against her. Hell, she was grinding too, even though she disguised it as an attempt to evade him. She reared up as he tore her bra over her head. The condom went flying, not that either of them noticed as he fastened his lips onto one of her nipples and bit it hard enough to make her cringe.
“Don’t,” she said, pushing him away, but she wanted him to bite her harder.
When she grabbed his hair, feeling frantic, he took both her hands and pinned them above her, which was exactly what she needed. It made things worse, but so much better.