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I feel dirty for doing this in front of all these people, but hearing him talk this way to me is way more erotic than it should be. It goes to show you how much I really desire this side of him. My beautiful sin.
Laughter draws my attention, a group of guys in the pool whistling and cheering. “Deep throat it!” they yell, taunting me.
“Shut the fuck up, motherfuckers.” His fingertips under my chin forces me to look at him. He tips the bottle up and gives me some of the liquid amber burn. I swallow. “Don’t look at them. The only cock that will ever be in your mouth is mine. Understand?”
I don’t have a chance to reply before he yanks the bottle from my mouth and captures my lips with his own. Eagerly, he shoves a hand beneath my dress. Higher on my thigh, he fists my panties at my hips and tugs. “Take these off, now,” he demands.
Without hesitation, I lean back, using my feet to push myself up on the edge of his chair. He removes my panties and tosses them on the ground at his bare feet. Are you shocked how far this is going? Don’t be. It’s normal.
Scooting me to the edge, I place my feet on either side of his hips. He sets the bottle on the table and then lifts me back onto his lap. Only this time his hand is between my legs.
I bite my lip, breathing heavily. He stares at me, pushing two fingers inside me. It’s not soft or easy—it’s everything he is. Unapologetic and hasty. Strong and bold and so certain he’ll have what he wants.
I squirm and shift, heat licking my face in waves. Trying so hard not to give away what’s happening, I fail. Helpless to what he does to me. I can’t believe I’m allowing him to do this, but I also can’t deny him because it feels so good.
“Give it to me. Come all over my fingers.” Leaning forward, his mouth finds mine, swallowing my moans. “I own these screams, too. Don’t ya fuckin’ forget it either.”
With my lips on his, he draws my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking, biting, just as my orgasm hits me, coursing through my body in a delicious wave. It spreads through me from my belly to my thighs. I grip his arm so tightly my nails make indentations in his bicep.
It takes me a breathy few seconds, or an entire minute, before my mind returns and I think and my first words are, “Oh my God,” I gasp, my cheek pressed to his warm ear.
Coming down from the high only he provides, I sink forward, my body sagging against his. His lips press against my shoulder. It’s oddly affectionate for him, but there’s a smug look of arrogance plastered on his face. And then he ruins the moment by looking over his shoulder and bringing his hand that was just inside me to his mouth and sucks my juices from his fingers, taunting the group of guys in the pool by saying, “Tastes good, fuckers. She’smine.”
Embarrassed, I laugh into his neck. “You’re so gross.”
“My turn,” he says gruffly. His mouth meets the base of my throat and his tongue darts out, dragging up my overly heated skin. Burying his lips in my neck, kissing and biting, but never once do they make their way to my lips.
I swallow, nerves jumping in my throat. “What. . . do you want?”
“I want that tight virgin pussy,” he growls into my skin.
I swallow again. He knows I’m holding onto my virginity, and at times like this, I have no idea why. I’m too scared and he knows it. “Tiller, no. Please not here.”
He pulls back. “Why not?”
“I want it to be special.”
“Like what, candles?”
“No, just special.” My voice is weak, like my will. I want to give in, I really do, and I think he knows it.
“Jesus Christ.” Tiller sighs, annoyed. His jaw’s tight when he huffs out, “I don’t know what that means. Be specific.”
I knew Tiller’s had sex with other girls. And apparently with my sister too. It’s not like I’m naive about it. And while I wish I’m enough, I know I’m not enough for someone like him. I’m not sure I ever will be. But still, at these parties, I know what goes on and that he probably hooks up with whoever he wants and wherever he wants. I don’t want to be that girl. So while I mess around with him, I still can’t bring myself to go all the way.
His forehead hits my shoulder, grabbing at my thigh and trying to scoot me onto his lap. “Come on, why can’t we just do it?”
“I’mnotready.”
“When?” He’s impatient and probably horny. “There’s always an excuse with you.”
“There is not.” My anger when he constantly pressures me surfaces in a rush through my blood. I motion to the pool, where Scarlet and Shade are nearing sex, and Roan, in a lounge chair with a chick on her knees and I’m pretty sure she’s giving him a blow job. “Excuse me if I don’t want to have sex with your brothers watching or just be another girl you toss aside when you’re done.”
“They’re not. Look at them. They’re clearly busy,” he points out, ignoring the rest of my comment. Maybe on purpose.
I stand my ground, laughing at him. “I’m not doing it here.”
“Fine.” His brow raises, his eyes sleepy. “My room?”