Page 113 of Sugar Rush
“Try again,” I advised, straddling his hips as I leaned into his chest. He let out a labored breath as my hard dick, still clothed, ground over him again. The front of my little shorts were soaked with precum, a combination of mine and his from where I’d been rubbing on him. His hands flexed and twitched a little against the restraints, then relaxed.
“Pine needles.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not even close,” I mused softly, a throaty little purr escaping my throat at the friction as I rolled my hips on his cock, imagining I was riding it. I was incredibly turned on, and my body was definitely ready to come, but I was having way too much fun to rush things now.
He swallowed hard, tipping his skull back to rest on the upper part of my headboard. “Alright, I’ll tell you.”
“Hm?”
“You smell like… Champagne.”
Chuckling, I reached down to grip his erection. It was dark and swollen, with veins throbbing along the surface, and burning hot to the touch.
“I guess you’re not ready to talk yet,” I determined, teasing his slick head with my fingertips before letting it go again. His thighs tensed, and he let out a tiny whine, but otherwise endured. I’d gotten him close to coming a couple times already, only to pull back just as he was hovering on the edge. I could tell his frustration was mounting, but he was hanging in there like a champ.
“You know, you’re a little too good at this for being so new at it,” he said.
“Natural talent,” I assured him, grazing his nipples as I slid my hands back up his chest. He huffed out a raspy breath, glancing up at the ceiling as I rubbed little circles over the dark nubs with my thumbs.
“Yeah, I always figured it would be like that.”
“Did you think about it a lot?” I wondered, tilting my head and shifting on him, just enough to nudge his cock with mine.
He stared into my eyes just long enough that I knew he was hesitating on whether he wanted to be honest or not. But finally, he spoke.
“Yeah.”
“You’re so dirty,” I chastised him, widening my eyes like I was offended. “Fantasizing about your sweet and innocent little virgin stepbrother like that.”
“I don’t remember having any sweet and innocent stepbrother,” he retorted flatly, raising his dark eyebrow. “All I remember is a spoiled brat.”
Laughing softly, I cuddled a little closer into his body, pressing a line of kisses to the tattoo on his chest, then gliding my mouth over to the one on his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed under my lips, his light growl rumbling and vibrating against my mouth.
“I must really be spoiled,” I acknowledged, moving back up to kiss his lips. He suckled at my bottom lip, before slipping his tongue into my mouth to massage over mine. My fingers curled into his hair as we melted together, absorbing each other’s sexy little sounds. When he pulled away to breathe, his eyes were darker and cloudier. “For you to let me tie you up,” I finished, and he snorted.
“Yeah, remind me what the fuck I was thinking when I agreed to this.”
“Maybe you thought it would be fun,” I suggested, grinding my hips over him one more time as I slunk back down to the bedspread, hovering over his cock. “Youarehaving fun, right?”
“Define fun,” he requested, and I laughed again.
Flicking the tip of my tongue over his head, I teased the slit, the salty taste driving me wild. His cock felt harder than iron. This time when I closed my mouth over him, sucking lightly as I laved my tongue over his shaft, his moans were more urgent, and he pulled against the ties on his wrists, straining his hips to stuff more of his cock into my mouth.
It was definitely time to initiate the final act of my plan.
Stepping onto the floor so I could shed my last pieces of clothing, my shorts and underwear, I slipped them down mylegs, wriggling in a way I knew would have Kieran drooling for me. Carefully lifting back up onto the mattress, I adored the way his eyes locked onto my body, his tongue flitting out to lick his lips like he was starving for me.
“So I have something I want to show you,” I said, and his eyes flickered back up to mine, slightly wary.
“What is it?”
Supporting myself on one palm, I leaned back, spreading my legs so I could show him what I’d prepared for him. His eyes got huge, devouring the sight, and I watched his muscles tense all over. He pulled against the ties again, but this time it seemed involuntary, like he couldn’t help needing to be free to touch me now.
Toying with the inside of one thigh with my free hand, I let my fingertips drag over the pretty pink heart at the base of the plug I’d been holding in my ass. I let out a low moan as I moved it in a circle, stimulating my inner walls with its girth.
Kieran swallowed hard, a tight but strained sound crawling up out of his throat. “Where did you get that?” He asked.
“I bought it,” I answered, very satisfied with his reaction so far. “I thought you’d like it. Do you like it?”
