His stubble feels like tiny knives between my legs, forcing me to that point of pleasure that teeters on pain. I let out a cry, and he pulls back, not allowing his jaw to be pressed against my cunt but allowing only his tongue to sweep back and forth through my slit.

  I put a hand behind me to steady myself and one behind his head, threading my fingers through his silky brown strands as I grind my pussy against his tongue.

  “It makes me as hard as fucking stone that I’m the only man who’s ever tasted your pussy.”

  “Only you,” I moan.

  “So fucking nasty for letting your stepbrother eat your cunt.”

  “Oh? I had a choice?” I sass, and he narrows his eyes at me from between my legs. “I felt bad. You were just so obsessed with me.” I bite down on my bottom lip as a smile pulls at it, and though I see the smile in his eyes, he stops, letting his mouth hover over my pussy.

  “I’m obsessed with you?” he asks, and I can feel his breath on my wet flesh, making me shiver.

  “Aren’t you?”

  He lets his tongue dart out, dragging it slowly through my slit before flicking my clit and swirling his tongue in a circle. Then he pulls back and stands up, letting my feet fall off his thighs.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Showing you how fucking obsessed I am.” He pulls me off the table and back to my bedroom, and when he slams the door behind us, a few pictures on my dresser rattle, and I know I am in for a very hard fucking.

  “Spread your legs,” he growls as I get on my bed and do as he says, opening my wet and slightly stimulated pussy up for him. Even though I can feel the tension radiating off him, I know that I’m in the safest place in the world, which is in a room with Sebastian Wilder.

  He pulls off his sweatpants just as I pull off his T-shirt, leaving us both naked, and I take a minute to take him in. He’s gorgeous. Covered in inked muscles and just enough hair on his hard body to give him this raw masculinity that makes my cunt weep just by looking at him. His eyes study me the same way, traveling up and down my naked frame before settling on my face and staring at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him. But the look is fleeting, and a wicked smirk finds his mouth as he pulls me hard by my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist while he kneels on the bed. Then, with his eyes locked on mine, I watch him spit directly on my pussy.

  “Wild, fuck me please,” I beg.

  He narrows his eyes at me. “Because I’m obsessed, right?” His low and gruff voice sends a shiver down my spine.

  He takes his cock in his hand and rubs his dick across my clit, rubbing it in circles before tapping against it. I clench, watching the way my wetness makes his dick want to stick to my clit before he pulls it away with each tap. “I’m obsessed with you, too, Wild. Don’t act like you don’t know that.” I pant, knowing he’s about to start torturing me. “I am not in the mood for orgasm denial, please,” I pant.

  He rubs his dick in a circle a few more times before his eyes meet mine. “You felt bad?” he asks, throwing my words back at me. I knew that would poke the bear, and I fucking regret it. Sort of. Sometimes it turns him on when I’m a smart-ass, and usually, I can tell when those times are. Clearly, I gambled wrong this time.

  “I was just being your sassy little princess.” I smile, trying to get him to come back from the ledge, but when he leans down, I realize that even that won’t get me out of this. The only thing that will get me out of this is if I tell him to stop, and I’ve never done that. I never want him to stop.

  “Yeah? Well, I’m about to show you just how fucking obsessed I am.”

  My toes curl at his words. “Wild…”

  He grips my chin and forces my lips open before he lets a stream of spit fall into my mouth. “Swallow,” he commands, and I do in a way that he can tell that I did. “You want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  “Good girl.” Before the words have registered, my legs are over his shoulders, and he’s inside me, pounding me so hard I move up the bed with each thrust. In this position, it’s so deep, and I moan each time he bottoms out inside me. “I told you that smart-ass mouth of yours would get you in trouble. You’re lucky I didn’t put you over my knee.”

  “I love when you put me over your knee,” I purr with a chuckle, loving nothing more than antagonizing him when he’s like this. I love being a brat when he’s already feeling unhinged. I love feeling his teeth on my neck and shoulder while he ruts into me, leaking cum inside me with every thrust.

  I’m just feeling the beginnings of my orgasm when he pulls out, causing me to whimper. “What the hell, Wild? I was close!”

  “I know.” He gives me a wicked grin before he lays a loud smack on my cunt, causing me to squeal. “You don’t get to come yet. This is for my pleasure, not yours.”

  “My pleasure is your pleasure,” I say. “Your favorite thing to do is make me come, and don’t you dare act like that’s not true.”

  He narrows his eyes at me. “You’re pushing me to put something in your smart-ass little mouth to shut you up.”

  “If you’re referring to your dick, I am shaking in my boots,” I say with an eye roll, and then he’s up my body, straddling my shoulders and holding his dick over my lips.

  “Look how fucking good my dick looks covered in you. It never looks fucking better.” I drop my gaze, seeing how shiny it is after being inside me, and I lick my lips, wanting it in my mouth as badly as he does.

  “Lick the tip.”

  I run my tongue over my bottom lip sexily. “Make me.” I raise an eyebrow at him, and I watch as he lets out an angry breath through his nose.

  “Suck my dick, Halle Grace. I am not fucking kidding.”

  “No.”

  “Excuse me? Who are you talking to?”

  “I don’t see anyone else’s dick in my face,” I quip.

  “And you never fucking will. Now open your mouth.”

  “Or what?” I narrow my eyes at him playfully, loving this game we play. That’s the thing about consistently sleeping with the person you gave your virginity to for a whole nine years. You try anything and everything. You trust each other wholeheartedly, and even when you think you may have gone too far, it's fun, exciting, and tantalizing.

  “Or I’ll use my hand to get myself off all over your pussy instead of inside it.”

  “You wouldn’t. You use your hand all of the time thinking about me. The last thing you want is to do that now when my cunt is wet and aching for you.”

  The growl that leaves him is so sexy and animalistic that it makes my clit throb. “You think you’re so fucking smart.”

  “When it comes to you? Yes. A genius, as a matter of fact.” He doesn’t say anything at first, and I smile at having bested him for now, at least. So I open my mouth, having wanted his dick this entire time but loving our sexy back-and-forth.

  “That’s right. That’s my good fucking girl,” he says through gritted teeth. I let him force himself as far as he can go, almost down my throat, until I choke slightly. “Through your nose, angel,” he says, and I listen, not being able to breathe through my mouth while he fucks it. “You look so fucking pretty between my legs, looking up at me with your mouth full of my dick.” He pushes his hands into my hair and pulls tightly, which has a direct line to my clit.

  “You okay?” he asks, and I blink my eyes twice, my sign for yes, as he continues to fuck my mouth. “You’re so goddamn pretty, Saint.”

  Even though I don’t have anything to compare it to, I know his dick is on the larger side, but years of wrapping my lips around him have made me a pro at sucking him off and being able to breathe properly while I do it. “Fuck. You’ve got me there already. I didn’t want to come yet, but I can’t stop myself with you.” His eyes slam shut, and his words come out choppy and grunting. “I’m going to come in your mouth, but don’t fucking swallow it yet.”

  I know what that means, and goose bumps pop up all over my body thinking about what he’s planning to do with his cum before I swallow. He begins to pulse in my mouth, and when I look up, I meet his gaze for a moment before those piercing blue eyes slam shut just as he begins to pump ropes of cum into my mouth. He groans out my name, pulling out during his orgasm, and squirts the last bit of his climax all over my chest.

  I open my mouth and sit up to stop his cum from sliding down my throat, and he immediately swipes his thumb across my tongue, collecting some of it before I swallow the rest. Then, with his eyes locked on mine, he spreads my sex and rubs his thumb through my wet slit.

  I whimper when he ghosts over my clit, and then he’s back down my body, pushing his dick back inside me. One hand finds my breast, pinching my hard nipple before he rubs his orgasm into the skin, marking me, owning me. “I am not just obsessed with you, Saint,” he says as he moves one of my legs back over his shoulder. “I am fucking consumed by you.”

  He pushes harder into me, giving me his all like he’s worried this will be the last time we ever do this. He spins his hips in a circle, stimulating my clit when he rubs his pelvis against it, and I cry out. “Oh my God, yes, Sebastian!” I moan, forcing my heels harder into his back, and I hear his groan in response just as my orgasm starts in my toes.

  “Fucking love when you say my name.” He slams his hand against my headboard as he begins to fuck me almost frantically. He moves my leg so they’re both wrapped around his waist, and he presses his forehead to rest against mine. His eyes are intense and so sexy when he speaks. “Because I know that means you're close. Come for me, baby, fucking please,” he begs low in my ear before his tongue drags over my tattoo.

  “I’m so close, fuck.” My voice sounds breathy and like pure sex even in my own ears, and I know Wild is hanging on by a thread after using what he calls my sex voice.

  “Come on, you can do it, baby,” he grits in my ear, and it reminds me of all the times he talked me through this when we were younger. All those times when we were both learning what we liked and what we needed to have an orgasm, and fuck if it doesn’t inch me closer to the edge.

  “Oh God, yes, that feels good.” I moan as I grip his hair and guide his mouth to mine. Just when his tongue glides across mine, my climax rips through me, and I let out a moan as I begin to shake beneath him. I’m vaguely aware of him still praising me and begging me to coat his cock with my cum. My eyes are closed, but tears form behind my lids, and just as one escapes and slides down my face, his lips are on my cheek, kissing it away.

  “That’s my girl. Fucking love making you come,” he whispers.

  “Wild, I’m still going.” I moan, feeling my first orgasm roll into a second with the way he’s keeping the pressure on my clit.

  “Fuck yes, give me another,” he tells me as he continues to rut into me. “Love you so fucking much,” he says between thrusts before he drops his face into my neck and rubs his lips along my pulse point. I can hear him breathing me in before he lets out the sexiest noise that sounds like a cross between a whimper and a groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck,” he moans.

  He pulls out, and I whimper at the loss of contact, but he flips me onto my stomach and pulls me up on my knees before dropping his palm to my ass with a loud smack. He’s back inside me without missing a beat as he continues to fuck me from behind. His fingertips grip my hips, and the familiar, delicious pierce of his nails dig into my hips, reminding me of the first time we did this just like it always does.

  We had both become a little aggressive, our bodies succumbing to the pleasure that only this position can provide, leading to faint bruises on my hips from when he gripped me too hard. This wouldn’t have been a problem except that it was summer, so it was a little hard to hide while wearing my bathing suit. His pelvis bangs against my ass harder with each thrust, and I know it won’t be long before he comes with the way his breathing has become more erratic. “I’m going to come, baby. Join me, yeah?”

  I let out a whimper and drop my head to my pillow as it finds its way into my mouth. I bite down as my pelvis begins to tingle with my impending orgasm, and my toes curl as it starts to flow through me. “Wild! FUCK!” And then he’s coming at the same time mine rips through me. His dick expands with each thrust as he empties himself inside me. His thrusts slow, and his lips are on my neck, moving slowly down my spine as he gives me light kisses to my ass. I feel his hands on my cheeks spreading them, and then his lips are on my sex, and his tongue swipes through my swollen cunt and then up my crack before sinking his teeth into one of my cheeks.

  I shiver, just like I always do when he rubs his tongue over that puckered hole, and a wicked grin finds my lips that he’s explored every inch of my skin so thoroughly. My heart is still beating in tandem with the pulsing between my legs when he flips me onto my back and stares into my eyes like he’s already preparing to go again.

  I pull him closer and wrap my legs around his back, keeping him against me as I feel the vulnerability of the earlier conversation coupled with the intensity of our orgasms washing over me. He presses his forehead against mine, and I reach up, resting my hand against his chest, feeling his heart pound against my palm. I move both of my hands up farther to cup his face, dragging my fingertips across the stubble that I’ve loved ever since he started growing facial hair, and even more once I learned how it would feel between my legs.

  “I love you,” I tell him, tears still in my eyes. “You’re the only person who gets me,” I whisper. “And…I’m terrified of what that means if we can’t be together. No one will ever be able to hold a candle to you. No one can live up to the impossible standards you’ve set as the first man who ever loved me.”

  His dick softens as it glides through my slick sex. Our orgasms mix, and a flutter moves from my chest to my clit when he rubs it against me. He moves his hands, sliding them underneath my back and holding me so his chest is against mine before he kisses me gently. “First and last.”

  We finally made it out of Halle’s apartment that afternoon after a shower where I spent most of the time fucking her against the tile while the water cascaded around us. This day used to make us feel vulnerable, weak, and broken. Like two people who couldn’t figure out how not to let this tragedy become their story. We still felt vulnerable, but it was like being in this space together somehow shielded us from the pain that we lived with every day. We’d become insatiable, and that hasn’t waned over the years.

  It’s midday on a Friday in October, so a number of people are at the rooftop bar ready to unwind after a long week. It can’t be more than seventy-five degrees, with a light breeze making for the perfect day for a beer outside in New York. “You come here often?” I tease her with a nudge of my leg against hers under the table, and she stares at me from over her glass and rolls her eyes before taking a sip.

  “You stalk my location enough, don’t you know?” she asks, followed by a grin. When I raise an eyebrow at her, a sign that means I’m not going to answer her sassy-ass question, she continues, “Sometimes after class, some of us will come here.” I pan my eyes over the space, taking in all the high-top tables and various couches spread throughout, before turning back to meet her gaze. But her eyes aren’t on me. She’s staring at something behind me, an irritated look all over her face, and then her eyes flit to mine before she lets out a sigh. “Okay, please do not fly off the handle and get super territorial and possessive. They know you’re my stepbrother.”

  I don’t have a chance to respond before I sense someone right behind me, and then a man’s voice booms out Halle’s name. I barely have a chance to register what Halle said before a man sidles up next to her and slides an arm around her shoulders, followed by a squeeze. “I hardly ever see you here on weekends.” Two other guys and a girl follow suit, and the girl’s eyes instantly find mine, interest all over her face as she slides onto the stool next to me with a smile.

  “You must be Halle’s stepbrother.” She looks up at me, and I can see the haze in her chocolate eyes, making me believe this is probably not their first stop today and definitely not the first drink in her hand.

  “Sebastian,” I say with a nod, not wanting to acknowledge her theory before taking another sip of my beer. “And you are?” I sit with my eyes still trained over the table, staring at the guy standing entirely too close to Halle while I’m entirely too far away. Luckily, Halle must have felt my tension because she turns in her stool so that his arm falls from her shoulders, but it doesn’t stop him from standing directly next to her.

  “These are some of my friends from school. Jase,” she says, gesturing to the guy whose hand I wouldn’t mind breaking. “Bryce, Dex, and Addison.” She points at the three others.

  “My friends call me Addie,” the girl says. My instinct to ask what that has to do with me is halted when Saint pins me with a warning glare, as if she can hear my thoughts.

  “Well, it’s nice to meet all of you, but we were kind of in the middle of something,” I say, not wanting to spend another second with this intrusive group of strangers. Especially today, and especially when it seems at least one of them wants to get into Saint’s pants. I know she said that they know who I am, but if we’re preparing to tell the world that we’re together, these four, who are supposed to be her friends, should be the least of our concerns. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to make a point that Saint is not available to anyone but me.

  Jase, who is clearly trying to get me to cause bodily harm to him if his proximity to Saint is any indication, speaks up before meeting my gaze. “Well, meet us at the next bar?” His eyes narrow slightly before turning to Saint, and I briefly wonder if she finds him attractive. I’ve only ever known the version of Saint that has been in love with and attracted to me, and while I know this doesn’t change anything, I’m not sure if he’s the kind of man who would have her attention if I weren’t in the picture. “We are heading to the Refinery next. But just text me.” He squeezes her shoulders before he moves away fucking finally, and I happen to notice the girl in my periphery mouth something to Saint just before they leave the table.