Ch.21: Fast Burn
Wet, Slippery Smut
NSFW CONTENT WARNING - SEXY TIMES AHEAD!
Liv
My world is heat and bliss and a growing ball of need.
My breathing is rough, pants falling between us as I wiggle in Ren’s arms. He’s fucking me with a steady pace that lights a fire under my arousal. Leaning forward, I lick a path up his neck greedily, desperate for more.
“Faster, Ren. I need—” more, harder. Deeper.
I want him lodged inside me as I come around him, but I can’t say the words. Even the thought has my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Instead, I bite him, the feel of his neck between my teeth blazing through me like an unexpected comet.
So hot.
Ren must feel the same, because the next thing I know, my back is against the tile wall again. He growls as he slams inside me, pounding into my body, owning me. Releasing his neck, my moan turns into a series of gasping cries as he takes me, forcing me ever closer to my peak.
And all through it, he’s saying the words I couldn’t.
“You like that, don’t you? Deep and hard—” he groans as I tighten around him, “Trying to squeeze the cum out of me as I fuck you.”
“Taking it like a good girl.”
“That’s right, come around my cock, baby.”
The rush of euphoria hits me like a brick wall, drawing my body tight for a long moment before leaving me limp. Ren doesn’t stop, though, groaning against my lips as I kiss him. Each stroke is still so good, so hard, as if he can’t get enough, and tension seeps back into my limbs.
Still buzzing from multiple climaxes, I daringly whisper, “Come for me.”
The sound he makes — needy, frantic — raises the hair on my neck.
I want him to make it again.
“Fill me up,” I murmur, so low he can only hear it because my lips are next to his ear.
His panting breaths are nearly a whine as he fucks me, the sound sending a shiver down my spine and a rush of bliss through me. Not exactly another peak, but my body feels golden as he fists my hair, jerking my head back.
Cupping his face, I eat the desperate sounds from his mouth as he comes inside me.
His hands loosen their grip as our kisses slow, languid now. Sliding my hands into his hair, I lean against the tile, catching my breath along with him. My face heats when our gazes collide.
“Still shy?”
He grins when I look away, his white teeth catching my gaze. His canines peek out behind lips flushed and swollen from our kisses — sharp and soft at the same time. My cunt clenches at the sight and I gasp when his cock jerks.
“Or are you still hungry?”
He is, still semi-hard inside me as his gaze wanders over my surprised expression before sliding down my body. Mine follows, and heat ripples through me at the sight.
My nipples are hard, cherry-red from his teeth. My skin is marked, pink from the shower and his hands. My clit is flushed, my pussy stretched around his cock, slick and rosy.
He gives a little thrust, seating himself inside me, and I gasp.
“Ren—!” There’s no way he’s thinking of going again?!
He laughs like I said it out loud, and I bite my lip as he slides from my cunt in a slow movement. I don’t look at him as I stagger, letting the wall hold me up as my shaky legs remember their job.
His arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me against him, before stepping back under the spray. A tiny moan escapes as I’m drenched in hot water, and I lay my forehead against his chest. His shoulder isn’t bleeding anymore, but we should get out of the shower.
Reality attempts to intrude, but before it can fully hit me that I just fucked Olivia’s stepbrother, Ren’s fingers drive into my hair. Groaning as he massages my scalp, I close my eyes and just let everything go.
His hands are magic, his body a pillar of strength as I wilt into him, until we’re flush from thighs to shoulders. His cock is hard again, a blaze of heat against my hip, but I ignore it — that’s reality, and I’m not going there.
He smooths a dollop of conditioner through my hair, gentle with the long strands. I groan when he moves to my shoulders, his hands heavy and firm as he rubs the tense muscles.
“Relax,” he murmurs, and I shiver as his deep voice permeates the small space.
Glancing over my shoulder, I grab the soap and squeeze way too much onto my hands. It drips between us as I slather it over his chest, watching in fascination as his muscles tighten at my touch.
His skin is rough silk as my fingers drift over the grooves of his abdomen, and his cock jerks when I smooth my thumbs across the Adonis belt below his hips. Up the ladder of his ribs, and around, he’s slick, hot and hard against my body as I run my hands over his lats.
I can barely wrap my arms around him, my fingertips straining to meet as they dance over the muscles on either side of his spine.
His hands have stilled, hard where they grip my waist, and he resists at first when I pull away. Tilting my head back, I place one hand on his chest as I continue to push back.
His eyes are blazing with an impossible hunger when they meet mine.
“Rinse off,” I tell him softly as reality abruptly intrudes, sliding my hands over my own body to rinse away the soap. And everything else.
His gaze holds mine, filled with a raw determination that has me dropping my eyes and hustling out of the shower.
We shouldn’t have done that.
It feels like I just eliminated whatever slim chance I had of escaping Ren.
We won’t do that again, I vow, snatching up a towel and hastily wrapping it around myself. I turn to leave the bathroom just as he steps out of the shower, but I’m too slow to avoid him.
He reaches for me like he knows I’m running from him, the raw look from before gone, replaced with a predatory sharpness that raises the hair on the back of my neck.
“Leaving so soon?” The words are a warning, laced with temptation, and my pussy throbs in response.
Goddamned hormones are going to kill me.
Playing it cool, I pull out of his grip, reminding him, “My things are in my room.”
His hand falls away, his eyes narrowing as I turn away. And when I step outside of the bathroom, he’s right behind me — of course — absently rubbing a towel over his body as he trails me to my room. It stains a dull pink when he presses it against his wound, and I wince.
“You need to take care of that cut — in your bathroom.”
“You don’t give the orders here.”
My back straightens, but I don’t turn to confront him, asking instead, “What the fuck does that mean?”
“Just that I’m holding you to your promise to help me, baby sister,” he answers lightly.
Whirling, I eye him for a long moment before biting the bullet, “Don’t gaslight me into thinking that wasn’t a threat, Reinard.”
I'm not even going to address the ‘baby sister’ bit.
He laughs, “Ohh, what happened to ‘Ren?’ You didn’t have a problem saying it when I was balls deep in your slick pussy.”
Flushing, I gape at him (like a goddamned virgin — again) before getting myself together, “That’s because I liked you — then! I don’t fucking like you now!”
Jerking my arm out of reach, I turn away, rushing to my bathroom. I don’t bother shutting the door, because he’s right behind me.
“Fickle,” he whispers, dark eyes meeting mine in my bathroom mirror. He’s a wall of naked flesh, hot against my back as he steps closer. I’m trapped against the vanity ledge as he braces his hands on either side of me.
“I’m not.”
What I am is weak.
And horny.
I should have jumped out of that shower as soon as he stepped into it. I never should have followed him into his room or offered to help with his wound. I shouldn’t have eaten dinner with him and watched a billion hours of Star Wars movies.
But I did all those things, and now, here I am.
Naked, freshly fucked and likely to be again.
And I want it — I want him.
But I shouldn’t.
“You are fickle, but I like it,” he murmurs, his big hands sliding over mine on the countertop.
I don’t respond, overwhelmed by him, the situation.
By my own conflicting desires.
His cock is burning against my ass, hard as if we haven’t just gone two rounds in the shower. His chest warms my back where we’re pressed together, so broad his shoulders easily shelter me.
His fingers play against mine before meshing our hands together.
“Stop it,” I finally whisper, ducking my head.
Of course he doesn’t.
Sensing my weakness, he leans in further, his reply a whisper of heat against my ear.
“Never.”