Page 29 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)

Fletcher

F uck. Yes. This is happening.

My heart is a chaotic beat in my chest, the blood running through my veins like lava as I glance beside me, swiping a discarded towel off the floor.

“Lift up,” I mutter, tapping the side of Georgia’s thigh with the back of my hand.

Once I have the towel tucked under her body, she pulls herself up on her elbows, peering down at me with a lust-drunk gaze as my fingers slip into the waistband of her shorts and tug them down.

My cock throbs as I find her commando under the tiny pajamas.

Tossing them to the side, I use both hands to spread her thighs, unabashedly drinking in the sight of my stepsister’s cunt. “ Fuck , such a sexy pussy, Peach.”

“I’m still on my period,” she murmurs almost shyly, cheeks pinkening as she unsuccessfully tries to close her legs.

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” I growl, flicking my gaze up to her.

She bites down on her bottom lip, brows pinched, as she watches me grab the white string hanging out of her and gently pull it out.

Tossing it in the trash beside my bed, I bring two fingers up to my mouth, coating them with saliva before dragging them through her slick, puffy lips.

“I’m about to fucking devour this cunt, Peach, and a little blood ain’t gonna stop me. ”

As I sink onto Georgia’s hot cunt, her jaw goes slack, and she lets out the sexiest moan.

It’s music to my ears. “That’s right, Peach, be fucking loud for me,” I drawl, slowly working the two fingers in and out of her.

Bringing my mouth to her clit, I circle the hardened bud with the tip of my tongue before closing my lips around it and sucking.

“Oh, f-fuck,” she moans, draping her legs over my shoulders.

It’s easy to lose myself in this moment and in Georgia.

In the way her cunt squeezes my fingers, the way her clit throbs against my tongue, and how every time I massage over the sweet spot inside of her, she gets louder as her thick, strong thighs tremble around my head.

Georgia’s falling apart on my bed, and I can’t get enough of it.

A slight metallic taste mixes in with her sweet, earthy flavor, and I don’t have to look at my fingers to know they’re coated in her blood, but instead of it grossing me out, like I used to think it would before her, it turns me on even more.

It unlocks something primal inside me, and I’m way too far gone to care.

My body is on fire, skin tingling, and I’m so goddamn hard right now, I can’t think straight.

Shoving my free hand into my pants, I wrap my fist around my stiff cock, pumping it while pretending I’m balls deep inside Georgia instead.

I tug on the piercing I can’t fucking get enough of with my teeth before swirling my tongue around her clit, sucking and gently nibbling on it, all while keeping a steady pace with my fingers.

Arching her back off the bed, Georgia grabs a handful of my hair, fisting the strands as her thighs quake and squeeze around my head.

“Fuck!” A long, low moan leaves her as her walls contract around my fingers. She’s getting close, and so am I. “Fletcher… Fuck !” she gasps before pulling herself up onto her elbows. “Fuck yeah, just like that… Oh, g-god.”

Not changing a goddamn thing, I peer up at her, the sight nearly making me combust on the spot.

Georgia looks downright fucking euphoric watching me, with her teeth sunk into her plush bottom lip and cheeks and neck flushed.

She looks sexy and breathtaking all at once, and I can’t look away, especially not when she flashes me a flirty little smirk.

“Are you touching your cock right now?” The arousal in Georgia’s voice makes the words come out husky, and it’s fucking hot. Teasing her clit with my teeth again, I nod, groaning when I feel her clench around me again. “Get up here,” she rasps. “I wanna watch.”

“Fuck no, Peach,” I growl. “You’re close, and I’m finishing what I started.”

“And you will. With your fingers while you’re up here and I’m watching you make yourself come at the same time.” Letting her legs fall from my shoulders, she adds, “You wanna be a good boy for me, don’t you?”

The juxtaposition of wanting to call the shots and make Georgia bend to my will while simultaneously wanting to be completely at her mercy has my balls tightening up and the tip of my cock leaking as I nod.

“Then get the fuck up here already,” she growls, not even bothering to hide her cocky grin.

And I do just that.

I’m up and on the bed in the blink of an eye, shoving my pants down and spitting in the palm of my hand before wrapping it around my cock, that’s now bobbing right in front of my stepsister’s face.

Lips parted and her eyes hooded, Georgia watches as I begin to stroke myself, and as I slide my fingers through her soaking wet lips and sink into her pussy again, her gaze finds mine, and she moans, the sound needy and so fucking beautiful.

“Let me do it for you,” she breathes, bringing her hand up to my cock and shoving mine out of the way.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I watch as my stepsister’s fingers curl around my shaft, stroking me with just the right amount of pressure.

Georgia’s touching my cock, but more than that, it was her idea.

Peering up at me again, her brows pinched, she says, “Go a little harder, I’m so fucking close. ”

All of this is too much, and suddenly, I’m worried about blowing my load before she does, which can’t happen, so I do what she asks and thrust my fingers harder inside her, and I’m rewarded with the most erotic sounds as she continues to jerk my cock.

It’s not long before her pussy clenches around my fingers and her breaths come out in harsh pants.

Her legs shake, trying to close, but I don’t let them.

Holding my gaze, Georgia moans, “Fletch… Fuck, fuck, fuck . Don’t stop, I’m gonna come. ”

“Me too,” I grit out, feeling the pressure build from the base of my spine.

Georgia groans, deep and throaty, and her jaw goes slack right as I feel her let go around my fingers.

Walls contracting, she falls apart so beautifully.

The sight of her flushed, glistening skin, the sounds of her filling the air, and the way she’s gushing all over my hand set me off.

Heat surges through my body, pleasure steadily building, and right as I’m about to blow, Georgia surprises me by lifting her head and closing her lips around me.

Her heated gaze holds mine while she sucks on just the tip while stroking the shaft.

My balls draw up tight to my body, cock throbbing, right before I empty myself inside my stepsister’s mouth.

And she fucking takes it all .

Georgia sucks every last drop from my cock before pulling back and sitting up, and right when I think this moment couldn’t get any hotter, she proves me wrong when she opens her mouth, letting me see my load sitting on top of her tongue.

I nearly come all over again from the filthy sight.

Moving on instinct alone, my hand wraps around the back of her neck as my lips crash into hers.

My tongue sweeps inside Georgia’s mouth as her hands fly up, gripping my shirt as she pulls me closer.

I taste myself as I kiss her deeper, the salty flavor mixing with our saliva, and I can’t get enough of it.

It’s filthy, and not something I ever thought I’d be into, but seeing my cum in her mouth did something to me.

It’s like I can’t help myself with her. We make out for another minute before I pull back, Georgia looking as dazed as I feel, and I revel in the fact that I did that to her.

Standing up from the bed, Georgia leans down and grabs her shorts before tugging them on.

She then comes over to me and brings her hand to my cheek, meeting my gaze as she traces my bottom lip with her thumb.

Smiling sweetly up at me, she takes me by surprise when she presses a quick, gentle kiss to my lips.

The entire interaction is oddly tender, given what we just did.

Pulling back, her nose wrinkles before she asks, “What’s that smell?”

My brows pinch as I sniff the air, and then it hits me.

“Shit, the chili!” I blurt out as I run out of the room.

By the time I get to the kitchen, it’s not on fire— thank god —but it’s also not edible anymore.

Turning the stove off, I bring the pot over to the sink and turn the faucet on.

Georgia giggles behind me, and when I turn, she’s watching me from the entryway, and the sight of her takes my breath away.

She’s got this sated look in her eyes and she’s standing with her hip against the counter, looking more relaxed than she has all week.

“Way to go, rich boy,” she teases.

“Fuck off.” I laugh, flipping her off. “I was a little distracted.”

“Can’t say I blame you.” Georgia shrugs, eyes lit up with mirth. “I’ll order a pizza,” she offers before turning and walking out of the kitchen.

“Let me get this straight,” Georgia murmurs as she pours herself a glass of wine in the kitchen. “You’re passing your classes, but your dad’s pissed because you…aren’t passing with a higher percentage?”

I nod, but wince a little. “Well, to be fair, I won’t pass if I keep getting grades like that.”

“Well, why are you?” Walking back into the living room, she drops down on the couch, placing her glass on a coaster on the coffee table.

Shrugging, I say, “I’ve always had to work harder than most of my peers in school. Especially when it’s a lot of reading from a textbook, and my classes this semester are heavy on that. It’s just been a lot on top of having to move up here mid-year, but it’ll be fine.”

“Does your dad know that?”

I breathe out a chuckle. “I mean, I’ve told him, but he doesn’t care; tells me I just need to get it done. He’s been like that my whole life. In high school, if I came home with anything less than an A, he’d bitch about it.”

Tucking her foot under her thigh, Georgia faces me, her nose wrinkled in distaste.

“Jesus Christ, he’s such a fucking prick,” she spits out, and I can’t help the snort that flies out of me at hearing her say that.

Something about the way Georgia speaks her mind has me so intensely drawn to her.

“Why do you care so much about what he thinks?”

“Uh, maybe because he’s the only thing standing in the way of what I’ve been working toward my whole life?”

“Which is what? To work for him again?”

“No, to work with him,” I correct. “Part of that company is supposed to be mine.”

“But why would you want it?” she asks, forehead wrinkled with confusion. “Why would you want to be in business with somebody you know was impossible to please? That sounds like a miserable life to me.”

I swallow down the bitter taste sitting on the back of my tongue.

She’s asking a valid question, but it doesn’t make me any less irritated.

“Because this is something I’ve been promised my entire life,” I grumble.

“It’s the only goal I’ve ever had in mind, and I’ve worked too damn hard to walk away.

And besides, me wanting to make my dad proud isn’t weird, Georgia.

It’s actually very normal to seek your parents’ approval. ”

“But you’re about to graduate with an MBA, Fletcher, and that’s something to be proud of.

Completing the program with less than a 4.

0 doesn’t mean you’re set for failure, in the same way graduating with honors doesn’t guarantee success.

” Her eyes soften as they take me in. “Your dad can want the very best for you while still being proud of all that you’ve already accomplished. ”

My throat’s tight, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to say back to that.

Other than when we went rollerblading together, Georgia and I haven’t talked about anything of substance since I moved in with her—or, really, ever.

I’m used to her being snarky and bitchy when she talks to me, but what she just said was anything but, and maybe that means things between us are shifting.

The part of me who’s already planning how to get Georgia back in my bed is thrilled by that idea, but the part of me that hates talking to anybody about my relationship with my father isn’t sure if that’s such a good thing.

Sure, most days, I can’t stand my dad, and I know he doesn’t treat me the way a father should treat his son, but hearing that somebody else sees it too feels like too much.

Which is probably why I change the subject.

“Let me guess, you were the straight-A type?” I drawl, grabbing my beer bottle off the table and taking a swig.

Georgia snorts. “No, the fuck, I wasn’t.”

My eyes widen. “Really? I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, believe it,” she quips. “It was a struggle to get through that program, and I was lucky they didn’t require a 3.5 minimum, like a lot of other schools do. I barely made a 3.0 GPA.”

“Damn, I’m shocked. Perfect Georgia isn’t so perfect after all,” I tease, a smirk tugging on the corner of my mouth.

“Oh, don’t get it twisted, baby boy.” She flashes me a toothy grin, and between that and the “baby boy,” my stomach does a whole cartwheel. “I’m still perfect; my life was just a dumpster fire back then.”

Cocking a brow, my curiosity getting the better of me, I ask, “How so?”

Georgia watches me over the top of her glass as she takes a sip. “I don’t care what we did earlier, I’m not discussing that with you.” Her gaze narrows on me, but her tone is light, and I don’t miss the way she bites back a smirk.

From the outside looking in, Georgia has always appeared so put together and almost untouchable.

I suppose that could have something to do with her being the oldest of all the siblings, but I also don’t think I’ve ever heard her talk about struggling.

I know she moved back in with her dad when she was in her early twenties, but the reason why has always been a mystery, and given how much of a stuck-up bitch she was to me when I was growing up, I’ve always wanted to know.

But the reason for my curiosity now has nothing to do with being an asshole teenager.

“Why not? You know all about the bullshit with my dad,” I push. “Seems only fair I know something personal about you too.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about all that.” The smirk she was trying to hide climbs up her face.

“Rain check?” Her tone is playful, but something about the way she’s looking at me makes me think one day I’ll be able to get her to open up, and as I take another pull from my beer, I realize how badly I want that.

Maybe even more than I want her back in my bed.