Say It Like You Mean It

A soft moan slipped out of my mouth before I could contain it, my face growing unbearably hot. His leg was nudged in between mine, and since I didn't wear any underwear, I was bare for him.

I was hot and wet, and the feeling of the soft cotton of his pants against my flesh was… lovely.

“S-stop,” I stammered, only because my pride wouldn't let me shut up and take this pleasure was being offered.

He chuckled softly, his voice low and deep, and by God, it sounded so sexy. Was I maybe ovulating? Did I miss the date?

“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.”

“Stop,” I tried again, but it sounded even more pathetic than the first one. And that was the invitation this stranger needed.

He released my hands, removing his leg and before I could embarrass myself by whimpering and begging him to continue, he opened my robe.

“Fuck,” he growled, his breathing harsh. “Fuck, Rosette. Look at those breasts. Like how full and round they are, just begging me to take them into my mouth.”

It was dark. There wasn't a single light shining into the hallway so how had he seen me? I couldn't even see what he looked like. I could see nothing. So how?

“How–”

Before I could complete those words, his mouth was on me, his tongue curling around my nipple, his hand playing with my other breast—kneading and pressing.

I moaned, leaning my head on the wall and closing my eyes as hot pleasure consumed me.

This was wrong, so damn wrong. My mom married into this family, and whether I liked it or not, these people were my family. So I shouldn't be doing this, but the wrongness of it. The idea that we shouldn't be doing this only made me wetter. And it also made me feel a new emotion—anticipation.

I wanted to see what he was going to do next. What heights of pleasure he could carry me to. And that was how my hands raised and wove themselves into his hair, getting all tangled.

He groaned his approval, his mouth devouring my breast like it was salvation and he was a dying man.

I moaned, my hips moving and seeking something to grind on, anything to relieve this heat.

He pulled his mouth away and this time I whimpered.

“So needy,” he chuckled and I heard a rustle.

Then he was on me again, but this time he pressed himself against my bare body, and I could feel his dick—his bare dick. He turned me around, pressing my chest against the wall. The coldness of the wall pressed against my nipples was so thrilling that I couldn't contain the moan that came out of me.

He held my hips and pressed my back down so I was arched for him.

“I would so love to fuck your needy cunt,” he rasped, rubbing the head of his cock in my entrance, “but I want to save it for when you can see my face, so you could look into my eyes while I fucked you like an animal.”

His dick slipped between my legs and between my folds, not penetrating, but just in-between the folds. Then he moved his hips and we both moaned.

“Oh god!” I moaned, my back arching further for him.

“Kade, baby,” he growled, fisting my hair. “Kade is the name you should be moaning.”

Kade moved again, fucking me, yet not. I closed my legs tight, trapping his dick and he moaned loudly.

“Such a good fucking girl. Ah… Rosette, you’re so wet. I wonder what you’ll feel like from the inside. Will you be warm and tight as I hope you will be? Will your cunt suck my cock in like a slut?”

I wasn't into dirty talking—or so I thought. I grew wetter the more he talked, my body shaking, my walls clenching and begging to be penetrated.

“Look how soaked you are, covering my dick with your juice. That’s so hot, Rosette. So fucking hot.”

“S-shut up.”

“Do you really want me to? Your mouth speaks one language while your body speaks another. Shouldn't you both be aligned?”

I could only moan in response as he continued to move, his dick slipping in and out of my folds, causing the sweetest friction—it was almost as good as being penetrated. And then his hands were playing with my breasts, pinching my nipples. And I was coming with Kade’s name on my lips, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my body shaking.

He groaned, leaning down and kissing my shoulder blade before he bit down gently. Then he was shaking, thrusting hard and fast, his breathing harsh. He grunted once, resting both hands on the wall.

He released a breath, his lips still on my neck. Then he muttered in a low, raspy voice, “My name on your lips sounds like sin.”

“Well, that was a show.”

I jolted away from Kade, turning to see Axel’s figure leaning against his door frame, his arms folded. I couldn't see shit but I could tell he was still naked. And I could feel his eyes on me, burning and hard.

“Did you enjoy the feel of my brother’s cock between your legs, Rosette?”

I knelt on the floor, searching for my robe where it had fallen. He had seen everything. Axel, that bastard, had stood and watched everything. And now that the cloud of lust had lifted from my brain, I was disgusted with myself.

What have I done? Why the hell had I done it?!

“You didn't protest like you did with me,” Axel continued, his voice unnervingly flat. “Is it that you prefer cold, heartless bastards? I could be that if you want me to.”

“Will you please… just stop,” I pleaded, my voice shaking, still on my knees, and surprisingly… he did.

I couldn't find my robe and I was just about to give up and run to my room naked when I felt something soft and warm wrap around my shoulders.

Axel was still standing still, so it could only be Kade. I held the robe around my trembling self, got on my feet and ran straight to my room.