Page 41 of Fatal Collision
Everything pulsates below. I’ve never been this turned on and frustrated.
The ceiling has a brown patch where the rain leaked through last year, and I focus on it now for a beat to catch my bearings.
Kane’s smooth whiskey voice feathers over my clit. “You think I’m intense now, baby? You’ve seen nothing yet.”
God, help me. I can’t take much more.
“Please...” I let the words fall in a hushed, defeated rasp. I need release, to come…
“Please, what? Use your words, Jessica.”
A trembling breath wracks my chest before I look down at him between my spread thighs. The sight of his mussed hair and wet lips is sure to haunt my dreams. I already know it.
“Please.” I crease the sheet at my sides so that I don’t bury my fingers in those dark strands. “Please make me come.”
The corner of his mouth tips into a slow grin, and the weight of his eyes holds me still while he spreads my pussy lips with two fingers and drags his flattened tongue through my slit in one long, firm swipe. “You taste so damn good.”
As he circles my entrance, teasing, footsteps sound outside my door, and I freeze up.
Shit.My head snaps up. Nothing is stopping my brother from walking in here. We need to lock the door. I try to lift myself onto my elbows, but Kane is determined to hold my attention and presses his tongue into my heat. My breath hitches in a whimper, and I look down at him. He grips me tighter.
From this angle, I can see his tongue drive in and out of my throbbing pussy. Again, and again.
Floorboards creak outside in the hallway. Chris is talking to someone, his voice freezing me on the spot.
“Kane… Fuck… we can’t.”
Ignoring my protests, Kane pulls me closer by the waist and rams two thick fingers inside me. I’m too tight and the sudden intrusion takes my breath away. Despite that, the burn deepens the orgasm rising inside me, swelling until even a whisper of breath threatens to split me open.
“Kane,” I whimper.
He’s sucking my clit between his teeth, curling his digits to hit that magical spot as stars form behind my lids. I come with a sharp cry, which Kane quickly muffles with his palm over my mouth.
Despite the rising fear of getting discovered—or perhaps because of it—my back arches off the bed, and I climax harder than ever before.Holy shit.Another violent surge of pleasure slams into me, and my inner walls clamp down on his thrusting fingers.
I’ve never been a squirter, but I’m vaguely aware of it happening now… soaking his shirt. Heat rushes to my face, but the embarrassment vanishes when the door handle starts to turn.
Seriously, what the hell? Talk about shitty timing.
I somehow scramble upright, smacking Kane’s hand away from my face. “I’m naked,” I shout, then squeeze my eyes shut because,shit, that’s embarrassing.
For a moment, silence settles over the house, aside from the faint creak of the mattress when Kane gets up on his knees and begins to unbuckle his belt, but the soft clank of metal fades as someone bursts out laughing in the hallway. Jackson, perhaps? Of course, they heard me. Great. I’ll never live this down. They probably think I was masturbating in here.
Chris’s angry voice filters through the door before he shoves Jackson, by the sound of it, and their footsteps retreat. A relieved breath rushes from my lungs. Talk about a lucky escape. That was too close.
Kane lowers his pants and briefs, and his huge cock pops out. Long. Thick. A roadmap of angry veins. It’s no surprise that someone with his big-dick-energy is both long and girthy.
Even so… he’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, and I already know it will hurt to take him.
I swallow hard and lift my gaze, only to have my head jerked back when he fists a handful of hair. The crown of his cock taps my lips. Kane is stroking the thick length as his grip tightens on my strands. I’m insuch deep trouble. That possessive look tells me one thing: he won’t be satisfied after this. If anything, tonight is the start of something toxic. Addictive.
Fighting it is pointless.
“Where’s your weapon now?” He smacks my mouth with his cock, then my left cheek.
“You collected my orgasm.” The words come out weaker than I intend, but I’m trying to reason with him.
With his lip trapped between his teeth, he squeezes a bead of salty precum onto my lips, which slowly slides down my chin, and when he pulls my hair again, I yelp.
