Page 118 of Wicked Games

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 mademefeel 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?”

“I think so,” I say, my eyes fluttering closed as tingles explode deep in my body. “But I still want you.”

He rolls me onto my back and throws the covers off us. I shiver as the cool morning air hits my heated skin, then shiver again as Killian lays over me. His kiss is soft and sweet, and I spread my legs so he can settle his hips between my thighs.

He gives me a few more sweet kisses, then pulls his mouth from mine and starts kissing his way down my body.

I have a vague memory of him sucking me off last night in the study room, and my already hard dick throbs at the thought of getting to feel that again.

He takes his time as he works his way south, kissing and licking my chest and pecs, my nipples, stomach, happy trail, and even my hips and the V of my Adonis belt.

I’m so worked up by the time he presses a soft kiss just to the side of my cock that I have to fist my hands in the sheets so I don’t grab his head and shove him onto my dick.

When he finally takes me into the wet heat of his mouth, my eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a moan that’s so loud it echoes in the room.

Killian might be a dick sucking newbie, but he works me over like a pro, sucking and licking and teasing as he brings me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch him, and the sight of him between my legs with my dick in his mouth is so hot my balls draw up and hug my body.

He’s not just doing it to get me off, he’s enjoying it. I can tell by how he closes his eyes and the softness in his features. It’s in the little sighs and moans he makes around me and the gentle, almost loving way he’s rolling my balls in his hand.

I’m so close, but I don’t want it to end, and I fight to keep my orgasm at bay so I can enjoy his attention for just a few seconds longer.

Then Killian opens his eyes, and his heated stare locks on mine.

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