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Then this is the perfect opportunity.
I try to silence my own dirty thoughts, but it's an effort made in vain. Slowly, I lift my dress and press the toy against my bikini bottoms, my eyes widening as the vibrations take over my body.
Shit, that feels good.
Tentatively, I move the fabric of my bikini aside, exposing a sliver of the most sensitive skin. Next, I slide the tip of the toy over my swollen lips. My back arches in pleasure, my mind picturing Dom's face before I can stop it.
I try to stop, I swear I do, but it feels so good. And even better when I picture a pair of strong, muscular hands inked with the blackest of colors holding the toy.
Before I can help it, I'm mewling, my bikini bottoms already around my ankle. I press the vibrator against my entrance hesitantly. I start pushing it in and meet resistance. I don't dare to go deeper, but it feels good against my clit, bringing my stepbrother's name to my mouth.
"Dom..." I whisper, but as I press down hard, those whispers soon turn into full-blown sighs and moans. I'm slick with wetness, gasping his name, all the while knowing just how wrong it is. But I can't stop now, it feels too good.
I know I'm close to something I've never experienced before. I press down hard against my clit, my body already shaking with anticipation. And then I gasp out loud as I feel something new to me, waves of the most intense pleasure I've ever felt. It's like I'd been bottled up to this point, and somebody just popped the cork.
I can't help it; I scream out loud. Turning to my side and moaning into my pillow, my hand continues to press the pink toy against my swollen lips. Slowly, I let go, riding the last waves of ecstasy as I come against the tip of the vibrator.
"Fuck," I say against the pillow, feeling dirty as sin.
Not because I played with myself, because there's nothing wrong with that. It's because Dom's face was in my mind the whole time, his name a whisper on my lips.
I pull my bikini bottoms back up and hide the vibrator in the closet, blushing the whole time.
Then I start texting Susie, pretending none of this ever happened. My phone is already beeping with an incoming text, which I read next.
The walls are very thin, darlin. P.S. Make sure to practice, because I'm bigger than your little toy.
My eyes widen, and I clamp a hand over my mouth as I read the words. Next thing I know, I hear Dom chuckling a wall away from me. Fuck, the walls really are thin in here.
I have to fight every urge in my body to fight the scream that's about to come from my lips. Instead, I bury my head in my pillow and wish the earth would swallow me up.
But not before I see the real thing, I think guiltily.
I'm on edge the next day, but Dom is nowhere to be seen. I spend the day with Valerie instead, and she shows me a couple more things in the kitchen. At this rate, I'll be a chef by the end of the summer.
The day passes in a flash, and I end up eating dinner alone with Valerie, because Daddy is running some business in the city. I wish he wouldn't work so much.
Finally, I decide to get ready. I want to look good, so I put on a leather mini skirt and a white crop top, finishing the look with some high-heeled black sandals. I add some red lipstick and a heavy dose of bronzer to cover up my poor skin. However, Valerie's potion seems to be doing the job – my sunburn is already fading into a tan, and my skin doesn't burn as much any longer.
At 8 p.m. I hear someone honking outside. A look through the window shows me Dom leaning against a rusty old bike, glaring at me with contempt.
I roll my eyes and head downstairs, already dreading what's to come, my mind full of the events of last night. I'm kind of angry about our lack of communication today, and to be honest, I'd been checking my phone for texts from him up to this point.
Downstairs, I give him a onceover, fighting the fast beat of my heart. He's wearing a leather jacket over a white V-neck and jeans and he looks... No, Cassidy! He looks like my goddamned stepbrother, and abso-freaking-lutely nothing else.
"Nice ride," I comment, crossing my arms in front of my body. "Where's the car?"
"I don't have one," Dom shrugs, giving me a onceover with his eyebrows raised. "You can't ride a bike in that skirt. Everyone will see your ass."
"Whatever, doofus, it's pleated," I explain, and he shrugs. Dom puts on his helmet and gets on the bike, revving up the engine. It doesn't take me long to realize he'll be leaving with or without me, so I stomp to the bike and give him a glare full of contempt as he hands me a helmet.
