Craving The Wrong Brother
Now I'm thinking about the sex again.
I remember how Knox looked at me. His teeth at my nipple. The gravel of his voice when he said, Come ride me. The feel of him inside me, filling me completely while that toy hummed against the most sensitive part of me. I bite my lip, and heat flashes through my lower belly, straight to where I’m still aching.
God.
I want him again.
This time without a condom.
Without anything between us.
I want to feel that piercing inside me.
“I'm turning into a damn freak,” I mutter out loud.