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Thea

“Right there,” I whispered, biting my bottom lip, my breath hitching. My legs trembled and my stomach tightened as I fought to hold back the impending orgasm.

So. Freaking. Good.

His tongue swept across my center, teasing, avoiding, making me squirm. I frowned, annoyed he was yet again ignoring my request. So I arched my hips, guiding him to where I needed it most.

Unfortunately, he missed the mark. Again.

“What are you doing down there?” I muttered, peeking one eye open.

His too-old baseball cap was the only thing I could see between my thighs. The thighs currently squeezing the life out of him.

Oops.

Maybe that was why he was ignoring me. I let my legs drop, and he pulled back, gasping for air, his face flush. Damp with sweat and my essence, he licked his lips and shook his head. “That was awesome,” he said, his eyes glazed as they raked over my body. The sight of him—wild, delirious, completely mine—was intoxicating, and possession flickered in my chest.

He belonged to me. I was safe to do whatever I wished with him.

Gripping my ass, his fingers pressed into my skin as he smirked. “Did you need something? I was kinda busy down there.”

I exhaled a shaky laugh, then something tight and unexpected tugged at my heart while looking down at this barrel of a man. It wasn’t just the desperation for an orgasm. It was something more. Something far worse.

Love.

Shit. Was I in love with him?

Before I could process the thought, he pushed a finger inside me, making me gasp, my spine arching. Typical. He never waited for answers—never listened—even when my legs weren’t wrapped around his head.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, watching me intently and reading my every reaction. Then he slid in another finger, stretching me and curling them to hit the perfect spot.

My fingers clawed at the sheets, struggling to hold on to the last shreds of my sanity.

“Why are you so good at this?” Throwing my head back, I growled. He was going to make me come, and for all the bragging I did about owning him, he owned me just as much.

With a growing smirk, he gazed at me with his deep-brown eyes. “Because I love pushing your buttons.”

Another stroke. Precise. Expert.

See. He did know how to take direction.

“Ugh.” I rolled my eyes, only for him to add another finger. Fuck! I both hated and loved the way he unraveled me.

My feet slipped on the sheets as I tried to keep control of the situation. My legs opened wider. For what? More fingers?

“You take them so well,” he growled, his breath hot against my thigh. My body clenched, desperate and greedy.

“I can’t wait to fuck your pretty little pussy again.” His voice was pure sin, deep and dripping with hunger.

Not letting up, his hand worked faster as I clenched around his fingers. Then he added another one. If I’d been counting correctly—which would be a miracle at this point—then he had four fingers inside me.

One hand’s worth.

His thumb found my clit, circling in time with the relentless rhythm of his fingers. My body lit up, every nerve on fire, and I was close to losing control.

“You look so fucking pretty stuffed full of my fingers.”

“Ugh.” He’d been edging me for so long, dangling my orgasm just out of reach, driving me insane.

Enough was enough.

Lifting to my elbows, I knocked his baseball cap off, threaded my hands through his thick black hair, and pressed his face between my thighs.

“Stop praising yourself, Baseball Cap, and eat me out like the good boy you are.”

His low chuckle vibrated against my skin, sending shivers through me. “Gladly.”

The first stroke of his tongue nearly shattered me.

“Don’t stop,” I husked, teetering on the edge of bliss, desperate for more. So much more.

“Right there.” My thighs trembled. His tongue was a drug, and I was addicted. “Such a good boy.”

He moaned against me, and it sent me spiraling.

Stars burst through my vision, and my back bucked off the bed in an attempt to get as close to his tongue as possible. My fingers twisted in his hair, holding him in place, making him feel my orgasm, making him own it.

He stayed with me through every pulse and aftershock until I melted into the sheets, breathless and completely undone.

By the time I blinked my eyes open, he was crawling up the bed, grinning like he’d just won the damn National Championship. He hadn’t, by the way.

“That was—”

“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Did you know you could do that?” His face was still glistening.

“Come here.” I pulled his arm, trying to get him to roll on top of me. The guy was built like a brick house, though, so it wasn’t easy. Once he understood what I was wanting, he relaxed on top of me.

Skin to skin, we were sticky from the sweat, and I wanted to get him back.

Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around his cock, and it twitched against my palm.

His breath hitched. “What are you doing?”

Giving his cock a little squeeze, I said, “I want you up here. Now.”

His pupils widened, and he followed my command without another word.

Obedient. Just how I liked him.

I pushed my breasts together and guided his cock between them. He growled at the sight but leaned back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

I gasped when his palm smothered my center before he dipped his fingers inside me, then used my essence to slicken his dick.

My lips fell open, and when I quirked a brow at him, he shrugged. “I just didn’t want to have any chafing.” He gave his shaft a couple more tugs before resting it in the valley between my breasts.

I took a deep breath as he grabbed the headboard and rocked forward.

One thrust.

Two.

Three.

Flicking my tongue out, I teased the tip before taking him in my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath, his face contorted from pleasure.

Why did it feel so good to have him at my mercy?

Then, just as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him deeper, his body went rigid, and his head snapped up.

“Did you hear that?” he asked as though I could answer him with my mouth full. “Did you give anyone else a key?”

I shook my head, then heard the front door shut.

Jackson and I stared at each other, frozen in place.

“Thea? Jackson? Is anyone home?”

My brother.

Panic slammed into me like a wrecking ball.

“Guys?” Tanner called.

“Shit!” I shoved Jackson off me, scrambling for my bathrobe. Meanwhile, the idiot lay on the floor, completely unbothered. “Get in the closet!” I hissed, pointing at the only place big enough to hide that buffoon.

“Thea?” Tanner’s voice got closer.

“Move!” I whisper-yelled, then Jackson got to the closet and slammed it shut. With my bathrobe tied, I hurried to the door. My hair was all over the place, and I was almost certain it was obvious I was getting fucked by my brother’s best friend, but I had no time to hide it.

Knock. Knock.

As I opened the door, I looked back at the closet to make sure Jackson wasn’t visible, then plastered a smile on my face.

“Hey, Tan Tan! You’re back early …”