Page 32 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)

“How am I supposed to pay attention to anything else when you look so fucking tempting?” Humming, he teases his fingertips just below my waistband, and my breath catches in my throat.

“You honestly think I give a fuck about some random girl when my cock’s been this fucking hard for you since the minute I walked in?

” Rubbing against my ass again, he groans, and heat pools between my thighs.

“ Fuck no ,” he growls. “You’re a fucking smokeshow, Peach, and the only thing that’s been on my mind all night is how badly I want to get you alone so I can do filthy things to you. ”

His lips press down on my neck, peppering kisses along the overheated flesh while he walks us over to the building we stopped in front of.

Spinning me around to face him, Fletcher shoves my back into the brick siding, bringing his hand to my throat, applying just the right amount of pressure as he crashes his lips down on mine.

Using his other hand, he works the button open on my jeans and slips his hand inside as his tongue licks into my mouth.

Without meaning to, I moan as I kiss him back, unable to think about anything other than how badly I want this.

Circling my clit with his finger, Fletcher swallows my every whimper, kissing me with fervor while his hand drops from my throat, tugging down the low-cut collar of my shirt and exposing one of my breasts.

A growl rumbles in his throat as he flicks the piercing.

“New jewelry,” he husks. “So fucking sexy. You change it out for me?”

“You wish,” I breathe, the words empty, dying on my tongue as Fletcher kneads the bare flesh with his palm and he sinks his middle finger into my pussy.

“So fucking wet for me,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip.

I gasp, my eyes rolling back when he adds a second finger.

“Is this what you need, Peach, hmm? Need me to show you just how much I don’t give a fuck about anybody but you?

Show you all the dirty things I was thinking about doing to you at the bar? ”

Letting my head fall back against the side of the building, I nod and moan, my jaw going slack as works my clit with his thumb.

My pussy is so wet, I can hear his fingers thrusting in and out, the slick sound driving me wild.

His tongue flicks into my mouth before he bites down on my bottom lip again, a groan rumbling from deep within his chest.

Fletcher pulls back, his darkened gaze meeting mine for a moment before ducking his head and capturing my nipple between his lips.

A deep-throated groan escapes me, head foggy and my heart pounding.

I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Backed up against a wall, in the middle of Main Street, where anybody could walk by and see us, I’m completely at my stepbrother’s mercy, and I don’t think anything has ever turned me on more.

It takes no time at all before my release builds, and when he tugs my nipple between his teeth, I detonate.

My skin tingles, heat spreading in my veins as pleasure rips through every corner of my body and I cry out.

As soon as the last wave hits and I’m coming back down to earth, Fletcher removes his hand from my pants, holding my gaze as he sucks the fingers clean, and then he reaches down, working his jeans open.

“Turn the fuck around and pull down your pants, Peach,” he growls, fisting his thick, hard cock.

I don’t think, I just do.

Turning toward the building, I shove my pants down to my knees, chest heaving with rapid breaths.

“Such a good fucking girl you are, Peach,” he rasps, bringing his body flush with mine. Heat rolls down my spine when his knuckles brush against my ass as he continues to stroke his cock. “Hands on the wall. Let me see how that fat ass can arch for your stepbrother.”

Fuck. My clit throbs as I press my palms to the cool, rough brick, knowing this should feel wrong, but it doesn’t.

Stepping up to me, Fletcher wraps an arm around my shoulders, holding me tight against his chest, while his other hand comes to my ass, spreading me open for him.

“I can’t tell you how fucking long I’ve thought about doing this,” he growls into my ear before sinking his cock into my wet, aching pussy in one rough thrust. As if he knows exactly what I need, Fletcher doesn’t give my body any time to adjust before he’s pulling out and thrusting back in again.

“ Fuck! ” I gasp, my head falling back onto his shoulder as his thick length stretches me open.

Hips striking against my ass, Fletcher sets a rough, brutal tempo that has my eyes crossing. “You like the way your stepbrother’s cock feels deep inside your needy cunt?”

I can do nothing but nod in response. His chest rumbles with a deep groan, and he brings his hand around the front of my throat, squeezing the sides.

“Yeah, you fucking do,” he growls. “You’re dripping for me, Peach. Your cunt fucking loves it.”

It feels like I’m floating, like every inch of my skin is electric.

Bringing his fingers to my clit, Fletcher circles the sensitive bud, and I moan, a string of unintelligible words falling from my lips.

The sound of our slick skin slapping together is lewd in the most delicious way, and I can’t get enough of it as his thrusts turn frenzied, his cock so deep in my pussy, it feels like he’s about to come up my throat.

“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good, Peach.” His breath comes out hard and fast against my neck as his movements become erratic. “I’m already so close, baby.”

“Me too,” I whimper, licking my lips to try to bring back some of the moisture to my mouth.

“Where do you want me to come?” he asks, and the roughness in his voice sends me over the edge.

“Come in me,” I cry out. “I have an IUD, please come in me!” Pressure builds, heat spreading along my lower belly. “Oh, f-fuck, Fletcher. Don’t stop, I’m gonna come!”

“Fuck yeah, come all over my cock,” he growls, fingers tightening around my throat as the first wave crashes into me. “Your cunt is squeezing me so tight, Peach, fuck… I’m about to—” His words cut off as his body stiffens, and a guttural groan rips from his throat as his cock pulsates inside of me.

He doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along the back of my neck while we both catch our breath, and when he finally does step back, I already miss the feel of his body against mine.

Turning around, the silence is deafening as we fix our clothes, the reality of what we just did hitting me like a ton of bricks.

But not necessarily so much what we did, but where .

Anybody could’ve caught us. People could’ve walked by, and we were too gone to notice.

Fingers moving to my chin, Fletcher forces my head up. He holds my gaze, neither of us saying anything, but after a moment, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips before he pulls back. “I’m fucking exhausted. Let’s get home,” he murmurs before turning and walking toward the sidewalk.

I’m thankful for the silence during the walk.

My chest is tight. I don’t really know how to feel about everything, and I’m a little overwhelmed.

Back at the house, we kick off our shoes before finally glancing at one another.

Circling my waist with his arm, Fletcher pulls me into his chest, and I suck in a sharp breath.

He brushes his lips over mine, but never actually kisses me.

I don’t know if I’m more thankful or frustrated by that.

My lips are still tingling from how hard he kissed me.

“Don’t be weird tomorrow,” he growls.

I chuckle because that’s not what I expected him to say. “I’m never weird.” Hiking a finger over my shoulder, I say, “I’m gonna go to bed.”

Fletcher nods, dropping his arm, but not before flashing me a smirk that makes my thighs clench. “Yeah, me too. Goodnight, Peach.”

Once I’m in my room, I pad over to the en-suite, washing the makeup off my face before brushing my teeth.

It’s not until I strip out of my clothes and climb into my bed that I allow myself to replay everything.

I’ve had two orgasms in the last hour, and my vagina is already sore, yet thinking about Fletcher fucking me again has my kitty tingling all over.

But what’s the most concerning is the way I didn’t want to walk away from him. The way I wanted to bring him in here to sleep beside me all night.

I never do that.