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I couldn’t believe this was happening.
With my back against the wall, I stared at Iain soaking in the sight of my aching wet pussy. I knew my juices had run down my thighs, but I wondered if I was legitimately dripping because I could see the thick lust eclipsing the steeliness of his gaze right now. His lip curled as he muttered something under his breath, shaking his head and looking almost angry at the sight of me.
His fury was so oddly tantalizing that I found myself having to bite back a grin.
“Why do you look so mad?” I dared to ask, my whisper hanging in the quiet of the alley.
But he didn’t answer right away. He only shook his head a little more, swiping his thumb across his bottom lip before lifting those wolfish eyes back to me.
“Because you’re my best friend’s little sister.” His voice was low, his stare penetrating. “And I was never supposed to touch you,” he muttered darkly, coming close to me again. “Let alone put my fingers in your pussy.”
And with those words, I felt the sudden warmth of his hand nudging between my thighs and the tantalizing heat of his fingers parting my folds.
A gasp tore from my throat as his touch sent a burst of hot tingles shooting through my core.
Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck. My legs trembled like a baby deer as he slowly, steadily teased the length of my wetness, taking in my every reaction and watching intently as my mouth quivered open. When he finally touched my clit, circling gently around it, my eyes watered before him.
But just when I thought I was overwhelmed, he slid two fingers deep inside me.
I moaned as I pitched forward, feeling his strong hand capture my jaw as my knees buckled.
“Fuck, Holland,” Iain hissed, holding my face up to his as he pushed deep inside my pussy, giving long, full strokes even as my walls squeezed tightly around him. He growled deep from his chest as I clenched, leaning back to look down between our bodies for a moment, still pumping mercilessly as he murmured, “So fucking tight.” He said it again as he ground the heel of his palm against my swollen clit and vibrated his fingers inside me, using the entire length of his hand to flood my body with such escalating pleasure that I could barely stand on my own anymore. My legs were jelly, half my weight pinned against the wall and the rest of it sitting on Iain’s hand, letting him practically bounce me on his slick palm.
For what felt like a full minute, he held my eyes to his, soaking me in, devouring my every reaction as his skilled fingers easily fucked me to the edge of orgasm. I knew he knew I was ready to come by the time he growled, “One night, Holland.”
He tightened his grip on my jaw, forcing my attention with one hand as the other continued its relentless pace between my legs.
“One night and I will fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before in your life.” He watched my mouth fall open as he pushed a third finger inside me. “I’ll make this tight little pussy come all over my cock,” he murmured, his lips curving as my sex rippled around him. “And then we’ll never speak of it again.” His stroke slowed inside me as he tipped my chin up. “Do you hear me?”
I was delirious, just nodding along till he chided me.
“Say it.”
“I hear you,” I gasped, desperately trying to ride his fingers as he slowed to a full stop. “Just one night,” I breathed out, nodding hastily. “I hear you.”
There were still stars in my vision, and I could barely open my eyes, but I made out the sound of velvet satisfaction in Iain’s voice as he murmured, “Good girl.”
And from there, his stroke returned to its merciless pace, sending me right back into my pleasured frenzy. Heat pulsed in my stomach and blood rushed in my ears, but I could still hear the sounds of my wetness as Iain tunneled deeper inside me—as he rubbed his slick palm harder against my throbbing clit, building and building on the pressure till my entire body was a tightly wound knot, desperately aching for release.
“Look at me,” Iain murmured as my muscles convulsed around his fingers.
And the second I obeyed—the second my wild eyes locked on his—all the sensation in my body went hurtling between my legs. Frantic, I squeezed two handfuls of Iain’s shirt. I whispered yes again and again, feeling possessed by the pleasure.
It already felt so fucking good, but then it exploded inside me, spasming in my core and sending the blood roaring so furiously through me that I couldn’t even hear the husky filth Iain murmured in my ear as I came all over his hand. All I could do was moan, my mouth muffled against his muscled shoulder and my body trembling between the wall and his chest as it absorbed every startling aftershock.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life. I was completely boneless, mindless. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this vulnerable, but I was so mind-numbingly satisfied that I didn’t bother feeling self-conscious as Iain watched me come down from my heights.
He drank in every helpless twitch of my eyebrows and every quiver of my lips as he withdrew his fingers from inside me and stroked gently between my legs. His stare bore into me with intensity, but I detected a tinge of amusement in it as I tried and failed to recover, panting hard and barely able to hold my own head up let alone keep my eyes fully open.
I was so drunk off the pleasure that I didn’t protest when Iain told me he still had work to finish inside the party.
“My driver’s on his way to take you home,” he informed me, one hand steadying me firmly at my hip.
I gave no reply, still breathing hard and thinking in gibberish as I watched Iain retrieve a silk handkerchief from his pocket. I felt another wave of heat as I watched him dry himself of my arousal before taking out his phone and calling his driver—all while his free hand held me up with a firm, strong touch.
And when the black SUV came, he put me inside, making me feel once again like a child as he reached across my body to buckle me in. Only this time, the feeling didn’t last long, because once I was settled in, he reminded me that I was very much not getting the kid sister treatment anymore.
“Clear your plans for tomorrow evening,” he said, referring to our dirty little arrangement.
