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“You don’t need it, stud,” I whisper, feverishly pulling him back into the kiss, tasting his drink from earlier and melting at the faint scrape of stubble I hadn’t noticed before from his jaw.
“Well,” he says, pulling away just enough to get the words out while still sucking on my pulse point, making it very, very difficult to think, “What can I say, I’m a gentleman. I prefer to have a woman’s name before I make her come all over me.” A small whine slips out of me as I rock my hips harder.
I’ve never felt urgency like this before, a desperation to have someone. He’s lit something in me that I don’t ever want to put out.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Please don’t stop!” I’m so close, desperately chasing release as he focuses on my clit. The small circles he rubs are killing me, overwhelming me until the dam breaks and I’m unraveling for him, panting sobs escaping me. Light bursts behind my eyes as I ride it out, my hips never stopping their rhythmic pressing into his hand. I lean my head back against the door, trying to catch my breath, lungs heaving in the smell of sex and his cologne.
At first, I think he’s going to put me down, but he only removes his hand and holds it up for me to see. It shines with my own arousal, and I nearly come again when he puts it in his mouth and draws it out slowly. My mouth hangs open as I witness it. I want to lean in. I want to taste.
“Your name, sunshine?” He’s a persistent bugger, still placing open-mouther kisses on any exposed skin he can find. A brief shiver ripples through me as I try to resist him and his devious interrogation methods.
“You tell me first,” I tease, trying to catch my breath.
“James,” he says between placing teasing kisses to the column of my throat. I bite back a whimper, lost in the way his skin feels against mine. This is by far the best kiss I’ve ever had.
“James the drummer,” I murmur as he brings his face back to mine.
James the drummer.
James the drummer.
I jerk back before he can kiss me again.
“Nessa’s brother, “James the Drummer”?”
He freezes. “Uh huh… and you are?”
“Stella.”
“Stella.”
“The friend.”
“Shit.”
“Shit.”
He drops me abruptly, rattling my knees.
“Oh fuck, sorry, I just—"
“No, I get it, totally fine.” An arctic breeze could have swept through the supply closet, for all it chills any heat between us. I just made out with Nessa’s brother.
Scratch that, Nessa’s brother just gave me an orgasm in a supply closet. Nessa’s older, really hot, totally off limits brother.
Her brother who… still has his hand on my ass?
“Umm, well this kind of sucks,” I giggle awkwardly, praying for the earth to swallow me whole and breaking the connection, “So… I’m gonna go…” I’ve almost turned the doorknob when Mr. Big Hands over here wraps his fist around mine, caging me in between him and the door.
“You can’t say a word of this to Nessa,” he growls out. Holy crap on a cracker, that voice should come with a warning and a wet floor sign.
“No kidding man, I don’t want to get murdered either.”
“She wouldn’t murder you.”
