Page 99 of Hard Rock Love

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Everly ended the third degree and, with her blessing, Seth and I went back to his place.

“Fuck,” Seth said the moment we walked through his apartment door, his eyes wide, almost shell-shocked. “Your sister… she’s something else.”

“She just worries.”

“She should,” he grinned. “I’m going to be a terrible influence on you.”

“Going to be? I thought you’d already thoroughly corrupted me.”

Seth’s eyes flashed with a wicked glint.

“Not quite yet,” he said. “You don’t even want to know the depths of my depravity.”

“You sure about that?” I replied with a coy smile. “Maybe I’d enjoy it.”

Seth put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him, until our chests were pressed together. He leaned down to put his lips next to my ear.

“I’ll make sure you enjoy it,” he murmured, his breath hot as it washed across my cheek.

I shivered, my heartbeat speeding up.

“You remember where we left off, before Everly so rudely interrupted us?” he asked.

“I believe I was sitting on your lap while you felt me up,” I said.

“I’m not sure I remember,” Seth said. “Maybe you can remind me?”

With an eager lust I didn’t know resided inside me, I shoved Seth’s shoulders with both hands, making him fall backward onto the sofa with a heavy thump.

I wasted no time climbing into his lap, spreading my legs to either side of him and wrapping my arms around his neck. He placed his hands on my hips.

“Like this?” he asked, stroking my sides and thighs.

I took his hands and cupped them to my breasts over my shirt and bra.

“It was more like this, I think,” I told him.

He squeezed and kneaded gently, using his thumbs to rub circles along my nipples, turning them stiff with arousal.

I rotated my hips, grinding down against the rising hardness in Seth’s jeans, until he let out a hissing breath.

The feel of him through his jeans reminded me of something. Something I’d been thinking about for a while.

“I think there’s one more lesson you need to teach me,” I told him.

He nibbled on my ear. “And what’s that?”

Without using words, I slid off his lap and onto the floor. I rocked back on my heels, kneeling in front of him between his spread legs.

Seth’s eyes went wide, his pupils expanding and his gaze heating up. I traced a line along his belt. His mouth opened soundlessly. I pressed the heel of my hand against the straining bulge in his jeans.

“I think it’s about time I learned this lesson, don’t you?” I asked with a coy smile.

“You sure?” he asked hoarsely.

In response, I popped open the button and took the tab of his zipper between my fingers to unzip. He nearly sprang out into my waiting hands, already standing tall and stiff, an impressive size.