His Undeniable Secret, Page 2

  The hand he’d stroked over my underwear clenched into a fist at his side. The lights of the bathroom were bright, and as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, I could feel how wet I was. There was no way Oliver couldn’t see it.

  “Do you like it?” I whispered.

  “You look so sweet,” he choked out as he eased his fingers toward me, then brushed my bare flesh. “So wet. Oh,” he groaned out. “So smooth and pretty.”

  I bit my lip—and decided to take a risk. If I wanted this to continue, I had to. “I did it for you.”

  His gaze flashed up to mine. “Did you?”

  Before I could answer, his fingers parted my slick folds. He found my clit and rubbed slowly. Under his sure touch, I felt as if I was coming undone, unraveling from the inside out. Unconsciously, I spread my legs wider.

  “Christ.” He swallowed and eased the tips of his fingers into my virgin hole. “I shouldn’t do this, but you feel so incredible. Silky and hot and… I can’t tell you how many fantasies I’ve had about touching you.”

  As soon as his words made it past the pleasure reeling through my brain, I gasped and grabbed onto his arms. “You’ve wanted me?”

  As if speaking the question brought him back to his senses, he jerked away. “Why do you bloody think I’m leaving? Shane would’ve had my balls for feeling this way about you.”

  Oliver couldn’t leave because he worried what my brother might have thought. I refused to let him.

  I reached out and grabbed his erection through his trousers. He groaned long and low, like he was in pain, but his expression filled with pleasure.

  Oh, wow. His cock was so thick I could barely get my hands around it. And as I started to stroke him like I’d heard some of my friends talk about doing to their boyfriends, I could feel how long and strong he was. I panicked a little. The times I’d masturbated, I’d had trouble getting more than one of my own fingers up there. How would he shove all of this inside me? Would it burn and sting as he battered his way deep?

  I knew from talking to my friends that my first time would hurt, but I didn’t care. Oliver would make it good. He cared about me, and I was willing to do anything to make him stay.

  Pressing my mouth to his and slipping my tongue inside, I unbuckled his belt and reached for his zipper.

  He grabbed my wrists. “Kayla.”

  “Please. I want you, too. Stay here with me. We’ll make it work. We’ll be like…a new family.”

  He stared deep into my eyes, indecision raging. Finally, he cursed and ground his mouth over mine again, tongue plunging in ravenous strokes as he tweaked my nipples again. He stole my breath and my mind as I continued to work my way into his pants, then breached his briefs.

  Just before I could grasp his cock, he grabbed my shoulders and held me at arm’s length, panting hard. “You don’t understand how badly I ache for you. How I feel about you. I’m not good for you. You should experience life before some bloke like me ties you down.”

  I ignored his speech and set to work on the buttons of his shirt. “Why can’t I experience life with you?”

  He brushed my hands away. “I’m already possessive about you. When Gavin asked you out last month, I wanted to break him. I’d like to gouge Justin’s eyes out simply for looking at your breasts. If you give me your virginity, I’ll consider you mine. I’ll have you naked and flat on your back every chance I get. I’ll be inside you constantly. Kayla, I won’t let you go.”

  His words burned fire deep in my belly. I could picture him with me, on top of me, pushing his way into my body again and again, making me his. My heart picked up speed. But I wondered… Did he really mean it? Or was he merely trying to scare me off?

  “If I said yes, would you go back to London?”

  “If you let me fuck you—even once—you’ll never be rid of me. You will belong to me. It sounds caveman, and I don’t care. I’ll be deep in that cunt every day. Several times a day. You’ll want to go out with your friends, go to more parties, have fun. Flirt with other men.” He shook his head. “I’ll throw you down, kiss you breathless, and fuck you until you’re too exhausted to move. You’ll miss everything you should be experiencing just out of university. Because I’m a selfish prick, guilt won’t stop me from reaching for you in the middle of the night and working my cock into you. Then again when you try to sleep late on weekends, I’ll be waking you to take more of me. I’ll be merciless. Nooners will always be on the menu. Dinner will get cold a lot. And I won’t care because I’ll be too insistent to make you remember who you belong to and too determined to have you scream my name.”

  With every word, my clit throbbed more until I thought I would explode. Everything he’d described sounded a lot like my fantasies.

  “If you’ll stay here with me…” I whispered. “Then yes to everything. I don’t need bars or parties or other guys. I want you. Yes to all of it.”

  “Damn it, are you listening? You’re a fever that makes me burn. I’ll ruin your life. I’ll take everything you have to give and always want more. I’ll shove my cock down your throat and make you learn to take me so deep, my load will never even hit your tongue. Before you’ve had time to catch your breath, I’ll be turning you around and bending you over to work my cock into that sweet ass, too. I’ll enjoy every squeal. Your pleading won’t have any effect on me. I’ll have you stripped and my cock filling one of your perfect little holes all the time. You’ll beg me for mercy. But when it comes to you, I have none.”

  I was certain he meant all of that to sound terrible. Instead, it only fueled my desire and resolve to keep him here with me. Flames of need licked at my clit. I liked the idea of being utterly at his mercy and of him wanting me so desperately that he couldn’t stay away.

  “I’m still saying yes,” I whispered. “I want you, Oliver. I always will.”

  “You don’t understand. There’s more.” He raked his hand through his hair. “I don’t want to be that bastard who robs you of choices. I couldn’t bear for you to hate me.”

  “Hate? I’m the one asking you for more. You’ve been half my world for the last three years. With Shane’s passing, I realize just how important you are. How much I care. I’m not ready to lose you.”

  “You’ve thought of me as your brother.”

  I shook my head. Would he be shocked? “I tried to…but I haven’t thought of you that way in a long time. I want you. I trust you.” I gathered my courage. “I love you.”

  He grabbed the back of my neck and jerked my face close to his, our lips brushing. “Oh, fuck. I love you, too, little girl. That’s been my dirty secret for years. But will you still love me if you’re graduating college pregnant? If you keep saying yes, that’s what I’ll want.” He eased back, raked a hand through his hair. “You get your degree in seven weeks. I’m twenty-nine, Kayla. I want to make you mine in every way and start our future now. I want children immediately. Shane’s death taught me there might not be a tomorrow. If you let me in your bed today, you’ll likely accept your degree already expecting our baby. I’ll fuck you constantly to make it happen.”

  Maybe planting his seed was another show of his possession. I loved that actually. The idea of having Oliver’s baby thrilled me. My dad left when I was three. Other than Shane’s funeral, I hadn’t seen my own mother in years. I craved roots. I’d always hoped to have a big, loving family. The idea of starting a new circle of life with Oliver, the man I trusted and adored above all others, appealed to me.

  True, twenty-one was sooner than I’d imagined having kids, but I would have a degree in a handful of weeks. I could look for a work-at-home job, perfect for after I gave birth. If Oliver stayed and we became a family, I’d be the happiest woman on earth.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “I want everything you want. Please. Now is the perfect time to lose my virginity. You’re the only man I’d choose to give it to.”

  Oliver closed his eyes. “Think hard about what you’re saying. I’m not proud of how I feel. I’ve been fi
ghting this, taking cold showers every morning, and jacking off every night. I feel wretched for wanting you so badly in every way. But I’m being brutally honest. How will you feel being knocked up by your brother’s best friend?”

  “I’ll feel blessed to have created a little miracle with the man I love. Don’t feel guilty for your feelings. I’ve had them, too. You’ve been here for me for years, supported and cared for me. Let me give some of that love back to you.”

  He was silent for such a long time that I feared he’d decided to be noble and walk away. I couldn’t have that. I had to be bold and brutally honest, too.

  I reached into his underwear and grabbed his cock. Oh god, it was thick and soft-skinned, but it felt like holding heated steel. “I want you to push every inch into my virgin pussy and make me yours. I want you to come inside me. Love me. Stay with me.”

  He grabbed my shoulders. “Be certain. No condoms or pills. You’ll take all of me deep inside of you, where I belong. Every single time. There will be no going back.”

  Sure, we could have waited to get pregnant, but why? I loved the idea of tying Oliver to me in every way, of holding our son or daughter, feeding our baby from my breasts, then setting him or her down for a nap while he wrapped me up in passion again.

  I smiled nervously, but euphoria filled me. I knew Oliver would fill my heart as thoroughly and well as he would my body.

  “Can we start now?”

  He hesitated a long moment. “Have you eaten breakfast?”

  Was that a yes? “Tea and a protein bar.”

  “Thirsty?”

  Even now he was seeing to my comfort, and it touched me. I shook my head. “Horny.”

  Vicious need tightened his dark features as he yanked my panties up, then tucked my hand in his. “If you’re sure, let’s go. I need to be inside you.”

  His words made me ache and throb. “I need that, too.”

  “After I fuck you enough to take off the edge, we’ll move into the master bedroom together. I’ll apologize now. That might be hours.”

  A few steps down the hallway, we entered the room we’d soon share. He lifted me to the center of the bed, body taut, as if his self-control was strangling him. “Your first time should be in a bed.”

  And I liked this bed. He’d obviously slept here last night. The sheets smelled like him, rumpled and cozy and musky.

  Oliver spent a long moment looking at me, and I grew self-conscious, covering my breasts with my hands.

  He grabbed my wrists and shoved them flat against the mattress. “Don’t hide or keep yourself from me.”

  I blinked up innocently at him.

  “You’ll only make me crazy,” he explained. “I’m already halfway there.”

  “All right.”

  “Fuck, you’re a pretty thing.” He shed his shirt and crawled across the bed, pressing his half-covered body to mine, then thumbed one of my nipples. “Your heart is so soft. Your body makes me so hard. When you pranced through the house wearing that pajama top, I could see straight through it. It was all I could do not to press you against a wall and shag you.”

  His words made me tremble. Other guys had tried to talk dirty to me. I’d always rolled my eyes because they’d sounded ridiculous. Not Oliver. His words made me hot and melty.

  I started pulling off my boy shorts. He helped me. The instant they hit the floor, he had his hands on the inside of my thighs, shoving them wide apart. He peered close, and I could feel his breath right there.

  He thumbed my clit. “Your pussy is lovely. You’ll keep that shaved close for me, won’t you?”

  It was a gentle but firm order. “Of course.”

  “Mmm…” He brushed up my body and opened his mouth over one of my sensitive nipples, pulling on it, scraping it with his teeth, licking with his tongue. A bolt of electricity connected my stiff peaks to my clit, burning me. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted him now.

  But he wouldn’t be rushed. Moving to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, every pass of his lips over them was a bit rougher and more demanding. The sucking, pinching, flicking, twisting, and scraping aroused me like crazy. I could feel the juices weeping from my cunt, wetting the insides of my thighs, but still he kept on, moaning, his mouth growing more urgent.

  “Oliver…” I panted. “No more. Fuck me, please. Make me yours.”

  “Soon.” But for the moment, he didn’t stray from my nipples.

  They stung, felt chafed and swollen. I tried to roll away. “Now. No more of that. They’re sore.”

  He pinned me down. “Don’t keep any part of yourself from me, Kayla.” His face was full of apology and agonized need. “I like your nipples this way. I need them raw for me.” Then he dropped his hand between my thighs and groaned. “Feels as if you like it, too. You’re drenched. God, I’ve got to taste your virgin cunt. I have to lap up your sweet juices and have them on my tongue. I need to make you come.”

  I nodded eagerly and unconsciously spread my thighs wider. His nostrils flared; his eyes glittered with harsh lust. Then he buried his face in my pussy. Nothing slow or subtle. He ate me like a starving man, his tongue devouring every slick surface, savoring my clit. He moaned, and his fingers tightened on my thighs, spreading them so wide, my muscles burned. And he just kept on nibbling, slurping, and sucking on me.

  God, I’d never imagined anything like it. Putting my own hands between my legs had never felt this good. I arched and clenched his hair in my hands, but it wasn’t enough. Grabbing the short strands as best I could, I pressed his face deeper into my cunt. “Oliver!”

  “You taste perfect. I’ll be spending a lot of time with my mouth on your pussy.”

  As he drew my clit into his mouth again, I could feel the tide of heat rising. It clawed and climbed up my body, until I was thrashing. My thighs trembled violently. I cried out.

  “That’s my girl… Come for me!”

  I did. The explosion burned, pounding and overtaking every part of me. I’d never felt anything better in my life. The pleasure was intense. I screamed. I swooned. As it crested, I nearly blacked out.

  I was still catching my breath when I saw Oliver wipe his wet mouth with the back of his hand and grin. Then he ripped off his trousers and underwear.

  My eyes bulged. He’d felt huge, and I’d seen other penises in pictures, but never in person. I knew immediately that he was large, especially when he wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it.

  “Kneel.” Oliver pointed to the spot in front of him.

  I scrambled to my knees, and he grabbed my hair in his fist and brought my face to his waiting erection. A drop of pearly fluid seeped from the slit at the head. The sight aroused both my curiosity and my pussy. I stuck out my tongue and licked at the moisture.

  Oliver groaned and tightened his fist in my hair. “Oh, that’s it, my pretty girl. Suck me deep.”

  I did, loving the feel of such soft skin and hard cock against my tongue. I felt sexy and my pussy burned as I lowered my mouth, trying to take as much of him as I could, then sucked my way back up.

  He gritted his teeth, then shoved in deeper. “Look at me.”

  Through my thick lashes, I stared at him, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, then lapping up another drop of the salty fluid. I moaned. His jaw clenched. He pulled harder on my hair. Pain prickled across my scalp, heightening my senses. Stark hunger prowled across his face. My empty cunt tightened.

  “Those innocent eyes are making me harder, girl. And that sweet fucking mouth. You haven’t sucked any other man’s cock, have you?” When I tried to lift away to answer, he snarled and thrust against my throat. “You don’t need your mouth free to answer me.”

  Oliver was right, so I shook my head.

  “I love that I’ll be the first—and only—man to come in your mouth, pussy, and ass.” He sounded gratified by that prospect. “I promise to keep you so full and satisfied, you’ll never want anyone else.”

  I tried to smile up at him, but he eas
ed his iron-hard dick to my throat again. I gagged and broke my rhythm. I knew I was doing it all wrong, and I didn’t want to disappoint Oliver. He would be patient and kind; he always was. But I wanted the pleasure I gave him to be exactly what he needed. I forced myself to inhale and exhale through my nose, so I could relax and suck him deeper.

  “God, you’re amazing. I don’t know how I resisted you for so long. I want you every way I can have you.”

  I moaned around his length, my taste buds saturated by his flavor.

  “Faster.”

  When I heard the ache in his voice, I picked up the pace, dragging my lips up and down the thick shaft. My jaw hurt from opening so wide, and he shuttled his way between my lips ruthlessly. His groans of pleasure made the folds of my pussy slick and swollen. I felt so desperate to please him.

  His cock twitched in my mouth and swelled. I sucked him even harder. I lowered my head as far down his shaft as I could, my nose nearly touching his dark mound of pubic hair. I could smell his musky, manly scent wafting from his testicles. I cupped them with one hand and drew them up closer to my face for a sniff.

  “Fuck, yes.” He stabbed his way between my lips frantically now.

  I tried to let him slide deeper. My lips felt chafed, and the muscles of my jaw screamed for relief. But I found something so satisfying about undoing him.

  “Take every inch of my cock past your lips, sweet girl.”

  He pushed all the way in, holding my face right against his ridged abdomen. He probed my mouth in short, rough strokes. I did my best to keep up. As if he believed I could, Oliver merely cupped my face and thrust deeper.

  “That’s pretty, your little rosebud lips stretched so wide around my cock.” He withdrew a fraction, then thrust right back in. “You look so sexy with me violating your mouth and those dark eyes pleading with me to fuck you. I will—as soon as I come down your virgin throat. You’ll be a good girl and swallow everything I give you, won’t you?”