Page 45 of Wicked Games (Silvercrest U #1)

FELIX

A puff of warm breath on my neck slowly drags me out of sleep, and I snuggle back against the warm body wrapped around me.

I have no idea what time it is, but by how dark the room is and how little ambient light is streaming through the windows, it’s before dawn.

Killian moans in his sleep and tightens his arms around me. His half-hard dick presses into my ass cheek, and a wave of need washes over me, so strong it steals my breath.

Tingles and little prickles of pleasure ripple along my skin, and my dick goes so hard it feels unnatural and actually hurts, like it’s so sensitive that any friction or pressure feels like someone is rubbing sandpaper against me.

A whimper escapes my lips, and I press back against Killian’s cock.

He lets out another rumbling groan, and the sensation of his chest vibrating against my back feels so damn good I gasp and bump back against his cock.

I don’t just want him; I need him.

Not thinking about anything other than getting his dick in me again, I reach behind me and grip his length.

“What are you doing, kitten?” he asks, his voice rough with sleep.

He doesn’t sound annoyed or upset at all. He sounds amused, and that makes my dick pulse as more of that desperate need fills me.

“Want you,” I whisper and try to guide his cock to my ass.

He slips one hand between us and gently peels my hand off his cock.

“Killian,” I whimper.

“You want me to fuck you, kitten?”

“Yeah, need it. Need you.” I arch my back and rub my ass against his rock-hard dick.

“You can have it,” he says in that sleep-rough voice that’s way too hot. “ If you’re good.”

“I’ll be good,” I promise quickly.

He flattens one hand against my chest, then slowly drags it down my body until he’s cupping my dick. I don’t even try to stifle my groan when he gives me a slow stroke.

“Are you sore?”

“No.”

“Tell me the truth,” he rumbles in my ear and gives me another long, slow stroke.

“A little,” I admit. “But it’s not that bad.”

Killian lets go of my dick and pulls the sheets off us, exposing our naked bodies to the cool air. I hear the snick of a cap being popped, then he slides a slippery finger between my ass cheeks and rubs it over my hole.

I relax as he presses against me. We both groan as he breaches me, and I bear down, helping him slip deeper inside me.

The stretch and burn are there, but it only adds to my pleasure. I never thought I’d be into pain, but I definitely am when Killian is the one causing it.

“Still feel good?” he asks in that sexy rumble that I like way too much.

“Yeah,” I gasp and hitch my leg up, opening myself to him as he sinks all the way inside me.

“Such a slut for me.” He pumps his finger a few times. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah. Do it.” I arch my back and show him just how eager I am.

“Stroke yourself while I get my dick in you,” he rumbles in my ear.

Dutifully, I grab my cock and do as he says, keeping my touch light and my strokes slow.

The tease is exactly what I need, and I barely feel it when he works a second, then a third, finger inside me.

I’m still loose from the last time, and the thought of getting to feel him come in me again chases away any lingering pain or sting from his stretching.

When I’m rocking back on him and panting like a dog in heat, he pulls his fingers out of me. Then the broad head of his cock is pressing against my hole, and I push back against him impatiently.

“Easy, kitten.” He grips my hip and holds me in place. “Not too fast. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me,” I mumble, too far gone to care about how desperate and needy I am. He’s not even inside me yet, and I’m already feral for it. “Need to feel you.”

“You will.” He kisses the back of my neck and rocks his hips, sinking a little deeper into me with each gentle thrust. “But I’m not going to hurt you.

Not now that I know how good this ass is.

” His thighs brush the back of mine as he bottoms out.

“I plan on taking you whenever, wherever I want.” He drops another kiss against my nape. “What do you think about that, kitten?”

“Love it,” I mumble. He feels so good inside me, and I can’t help clenching around him. “Want that. Want you always.”

He rumbles out an affectionate laugh and finally starts moving. His thrusts are slow and gentle, like he has all the time in the world and isn’t in any rush for it to be over.

I sink into the moment, enjoying the little ripples of pleasure moving through me with every glide of his cock. This feels different, more intimate, than the other times, but I push that thought out of my head and try to focus on the moment and not on my stupid emotions.

I’m just messed up from the molly and dick pills, and I’m seeing things that aren’t there. He isn’t making love to me or anything like that. He’s just being gentle because I was an anal virgin, and he’s fucked me four times in less than twenty-four hours.

I’m broken free from that train of thought when Killian bats my hand away from my dick and takes over stroking me.

“Relax and let big brother take care of you.” He presses more of those soft kisses against my neck and over my jaw.

I turn my face. He immediately captures my lips under his, and his kiss is just as slow and deep as how he’s fucking me.

He feels incredible, and I barely contain my cry of protest when he pulls out of me.

Without missing a beat, he pushes me onto my back and fits his hips between my spread thighs. It takes a second for his cock to find its mark, then we’re both groaning again as he once again fills me.

His heavy weight over me feels almost as good as how he’s moving inside me, and I wrap myself around him as he kisses me slow and deep.

Everything about the moment is too much, but at the same time, it’s not enough. I need more, but I have no idea what.

Killian’s hips speed up so he’s going faster, but not harder, as he fits his hand between us and grips my cock again. Each stroke is perfectly timed with his thrusts, pushing me even closer to my release as he ravages my mouth with deep, messy kisses that make my head spin.

“You ready to come for me, little brother?” he asks against my lips.

I nod, and little whimpers escape my lips as he speeds up and shifts so he’s nailing my prostate with every punch of his hips.

Surging up, I kiss him hard and rock with him, chasing my orgasm as my stepbrother fucks me like the sex god he apparently is.

I’m so overwhelmed by how good everything feels that I barely notice his rhythm becoming erratic or how his breathing gets harsher. I do, however, notice when he goes stiff over me.

Greedily, I dig my fingers into his ass, yanking him against me so he’s as deep as he can possibly go. He lets out a strangled cry and slams into me a few times, then he’s shuddering over me as he spills deep inside me.

Feeling him come is enough to push me over the edge, and I arch into him with my own cry as I come hard. He sticks with it, fucking and stroking me through our orgasms until he collapses on me in a boneless, sweaty heap.

He mouths the side of my neck, his kisses tender and sweet compared to when he marks me, and I sink into the moment and enjoy the afterglow.

I have no idea how long we stay like that, but I’m brought back to reality when his dick falls out of me. I don’t like the feeling and moan in protest, and I have the insane urge to squeeze my legs together to keep his load inside me.

Killian mouths his way up my neck and presses a few sleepy kisses against my lips.

My limbs are heavy with fatigue, and I make a weird mewling sound when Killian rolls off me and fits himself against my back again. I snuggle into him and let out a contented sigh as he wraps his arms around me and entwines his legs with mine.

We don’t say anything, and I’m smiling as I fall back asleep wrapped in my stepbrother’s arms.

Strong arms tighten around me as I’m lulled out of sleep, and I snuggle back against Killian’s warm body.

“Morning, sunshine,” he rumbles in my ear and presses his hard cock against my ass.

“Morning,” I say, my voice scratchy with sleep, and I blink my eyes open.

Wait, why are we in Killian’s bed?

I haven’t even finished my thought when memories from the night before come rushing back to me like the highlights reel of a sports game.

My face heats as I remember exactly what went down in the study room, in the tub, and here in his bed—twice. The dull twinge of pain in my ass tells me it was as rough as I remember it being.

“How do you feel?” he asks and nuzzles the back of my neck, oblivious to my inner turmoil over everything that went down last night.

I’m not freaking out that I begged my stepbrother to fuck me multiple times, or that I loved every second of it. I’m mortified by everything I said between all the fucking.

The molly didn’t just make everything feel good; it made me feel good. The euphoria and tingles were nice, but it was the openness and sense of connection that loosened my lips.

And what makes it worse is that he was sober and babysitting my dumb ass after I got drugged. Whatever I think I felt was just the drugs talking, and there’s no way he isn’t judging me for all of it.

“A bit weird,” I say, trying to keep the panic I can feel building inside me out of my voice.

“Weird how?” He brushes his lips against the back of my neck in a sort of kiss, and I can’t stop the shudder that ripples up my spine.

“Hungover, but not.” I let out a little sigh as he presses a soft kiss against my neck and tightens his arms around me. “I don’t feel sick or anything, just off.”

“What about here?” He bumps his cock against my ass again. “Are you sore?” He drops a few nibbling kisses just under my ear.

“Yeah,” I scrape out, my entire body flushing hot with desire as he does it again. I want to tell him no so I can feel him inside me again, but I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it now that I’m not high on molly and dick pills.

“Too sore?”