Page 27 of Wicked Games (Silvercrest U #1)

I’m so far gone that I don’t give a fuck if Natalie is still in the room or if half the house is in the hall watching us. All I care about is making Killian come.

His eyes are molten as he traces his thumb over the seal of my lips. I rub my tongue along his shaft and swallow around his head.

His eyes roll back slightly, and he lets out a long, drawn-out groan as he goes stiff. Then he’s coming, shooting down my throat as I swallow everything he gives me.

My head is spinning when he pulls his cock out of my mouth. I half expect him to leave me like that, but he grabs me under the arms and throws me onto my bed. I land on my back, my entire body tingling from the show of strength.

“Pants down.”

I follow his directions, my hands shaking as I tear open my pants and shove them around my thighs.

“On your knees.”

I bounce up like one of those punching bags that swings back after you hit it.

“Turn around.”

I’m way too eager as I obey, but I’m too far gone to care.

Killian grabs my hips and hauls me back against him. I let out a startled cry, then cry out again as he grips my cock and strokes me. Something warm and thick presses between my ass cheeks, and I squeeze around him when I realize it’s Killian’s cock.

He wraps his arm around me, and my mind goes floaty through the pleasure as he completely surrounds me.

“You gonna come for me?” He speeds up his strokes and rocks his hips, dragging his cock through my crease.

The ridge of his crown catches on my hole, and the jolt of pleasure that rips through me is so strong my knees actually go weak.

“I bet you wouldn’t stop me if I bent you over right now and shoved my dick in you.”

I lean more heavily against him and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He’s right, I wouldn’t. I’d let him. Hell, I’d beg for it if he told me to.

He slides his arm up my chest, then circles his hand around my throat. “I know what you need,” he murmurs in my ear as he presses down. “I know what makes you feel good.”

The world around me goes fuzzy, and my entire body is full of pins and needles. I’m dizzy and lightheaded, but it all blends to create the most incredible pleasure I’ve ever felt.

“You’d look so hot taking my cock,” he rumbles, adding a little twist to his hand as he strokes me exactly the way I like. “Have you ever been fucked?”

“No,” I manage. I’m so overwhelmed with everything, it’s hard to focus on anything other than how much I need to come.

Killian’s dick is hard again, and he rocks his hips in time with his hand. His cockhead keeps catching on my rim, and I can’t control my moans as I feel each pass deep in my body.

“God, you’re such a slut.” He traces his tongue over the shell of my ear. “So eager for it, so willing to let me do whatever I want to you.”

The room is starting to fade in and out, and it feels like I’m losing my connection to reality, and not necessarily in a good way.

Killian either senses it, or he just happens to have excellent timing, and he releases the pressure on my throat for a few beats. The slight break gives me a chance to refocus, and I almost sigh in relief when he presses back down.

“I bet you’d let me fuck you in front of the entire school,” he murmurs in my ear. “Would you let big brother bend you over and fuck your virgin ass in front of the whole school if I wanted?”

I don’t answer, mostly because I can’t, but also because I don’t have to. Right now I’d do pretty much anything he wanted, and for some fucked up reason, the idea of him actually fucking me in front of an audience isn’t the turn-off it should be.

Am I into exhibitionism? Or is the idea only hot because Killian is saying it?

He chuckles softly. “Such a slut. Are you ready to come for me?”

I make a sound that’s supposed to be a “Yes” but could mean anything. I’m so desperate for it, so ready. I just need a little bit more.

He presses down harder on my arteries, causing stars to explode in my vision. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he works my dick like he’s in my head and knows exactly how I like to be touched.

I push back against him, forcing his dick to keep dragging over my hole as he fucks my crease. The pressure on my neck is making it impossible to think, and the world around me takes on a hazy tone as every sensation is heightened to the point I can’t even pinpoint where my pleasure is coming from.

“Come for me,” he rasps in my ear. “Come now, Felix.”

The sound of my name in that voice is my undoing, and I come in a burst of pleasure, shooting all over my sheets as he holds me up and strokes me through it, prolonging my orgasm until I’m squirming in his arms.

He lets go of my cock and shoves me onto the bed.

I land on my hands and knees, my arms shaking as static appears in my vision from the sudden influx of oxygenated blood rushing to my brain. This part feels almost as good as my orgasm, and it takes a second to realize that Killian is still behind me.

I look over my shoulder, my mind and my vision hazy. I expect to see him judging me for how easily he took me apart. Instead he’s staring at my ass and working his dick like it owes him money.

He lifts his eyes to meet mine, and I see the exact second he tips over the edge and comes again, shooting his load all over my ass.

His heated gaze is locked on mine, and I don’t stop my moan of approval when he drags his softening cock over his mess and rubs it into my skin.

“Don’t wash it off,” he orders, his voice a low growl. “I want you to walk around for the rest of the day with my load on you.” He lifts his eyes and meets my gaze again. “That way you remember exactly who this ass belongs to.”

Not trusting my voice, I nod.

He steps back and tucks himself away.

I get up on my knees and clumsily pull up my pants.

I’m just doing them up when I remember our visitor, and I flick my gaze to the door. It’s closed, and Natalie is nowhere to be found, but I have no idea when she left or how much she saw.

Heat floods my face and chest. I should be humiliated at getting caught on my knees like that, especially by her, but I’m not.

It’s fucked up, but knowing that she got an eyeful of Killian fucking my mouth is strangely satisfying. So is how he didn’t even pause and just kept using me.

Killian glances at the door, then back at me.

Silence stretches between us. I want to say something so I can get a feel for where his head is at, but nothing comes to mind.

How exactly does one ask their stepbrother if they regret fucking your mouth while their cheating girlfriend was freaking out in your doorway?

“I’m going to check in with the twins and see about your phone.” He rakes his hand through his hair, casually pushing the strands back into place. “But first I need to talk with a certain someone.”

“Are you worried about that?”

He snort-laughs. “No, why would I be?”

“She’s probably telling people right now.”

He shrugs. “So?”

“You don’t care?”

“No.”

We stand in silence for a few more beats.

I’ve always known that Killian doesn’t give two shits what people think of him. It shouldn’t be surprising that he doesn’t care if people at school find out he messed around with a guy.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a little smirk. “Good talk.”

Without another word, he spins on his heel and heads toward the door.

I’m still kneeling on my bed when it closes behind him, leaving me alone in the room.