I landed with my knees on either side of his legs, bent over with my back pressed against the ceiling. When we’d moved to make more room for our stuff, we’d taken the headrests off the back seats and hadn’t bothered to put them back on. It was a tight fight, but that just made it hotter.
Ash slid down the seat so he was level with my crotch and pulled my pants open, his nimble fingers making quick work of the button and fly.
Without a word, he fished my cock out of my underwear and swallowed me down to the base, sucking hard.
“Holy fuck!” I gripped the back of the seat, my entire body shuddering as he drew almost all of the way off, then sucked me right back down.
“Shit, Ash. You’re gonna—”
My orgasm hit out of nowhere, spilling out of me. I came in his waiting mouth, crying out.
Ash made an affirmative sound as he swallowed, his hands kneading my ass through my jeans.
Holy fuck. Had I ever come that fast before?
“Too much,” I hissed when the pleasure shifted to pain.
Ash pulled off me with one final suck, then let my dick fall from his mouth.
“Good?” he asked with a teasing smile.
“Obvs.” I giggled and dropped into his lap, finding his lips with mine.
He kissed me soft and slow, cradling me against his body in a way that made me feel safe and happy and so damn in love.
Yep. I was in love with Ash.
I couldn’t pinpoint when it had happened, but I was utterly and madly in love with my stepbrother.
Instead of letting those thoughts cloud my already foggy head, I focused on his mouth and the amazing kiss we were sharing.
“Fuck.” I pulled away and licked my swollen lips. “We’d better stop now.”
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. “Probably a good idea.”
I laid my head on his shoulder, breathing him in.
“I wish we could figure out a way to sleep together while we’re home,” he said softly.
“Me too.” I pressed a kiss on his neck. “But it’s too risky. My room is right next to theirs, and yours is right over them. And how would we explain us cuddling together if Riley comes in without knocking?”
“Yeah.” He rubbed my back gently. “We should go. We’re already late.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Me either. But we can’t stay here forever.”
It took a hell of a lot of effort on my part, but I pulled away and slid off his lap.
“Your dick is out.” I nodded to his crotch.
“So is yours.” He smirked. “Not again, babe. We’re late.”
“It’s not my fault!” I tucked my semi away and zipped up. “I can’t be blamed for getting hard when I’m sitting on your lap. And it’s not like you’re one to talk.” I pointed at his semi.
“This is going to be a long-ass weekend.” He fixed his clothes and looked me up and down like he was assessing me.
“How do I look?” I asked.