“What?”
“Rub off on me. Make yourself come.”
“I…”
“That’s right.” He pressed against me. Another pathetic whine tore from my throat. “You want me to do all the work while you stand there and take it. You’re a greedy little bottom, aren’t you, Julian?”
“Fuck…” The insult died on my lips as he thrust against me, his hips moving hard and fast.
Why did this feel so fucking good? Why wasn’t I pushing him away and telling him off for fucking with me?
Ash was straight. There was no reason he’d be dry humping me except to humiliate me.
Why was I letting him?
His hot breaths, labored and harsh, ghosted over my neck and ear as he pinned me to the wall and dry humped me within an inch of my life.
I couldn’t control my reactions to him or the sounds I was making. Sighs and moans and half-formed words fell from my lips as he kept grinding against me, hard and fast and so damn perfect.
“You gonna cum for me, Julian?”
He sank his teeth into the side of my neck. The resulting pain sent a shockwave of pure pleasure through me.
“Fuck!” I arched against him and came hard, emptying in my shorts as I writhed and moaned under his body.
He grunted and pulled away, leaving me slumped against the wall. He stared at me, his eyes dark and a feral grin on his perfect lips.
“What…”
My knees were jelly, my muscles weak, and I could barely keep myself upright. I stared at him in bewilderment.
“Good talk.”
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the keys to the van.
He tossed them at me, but I was so out of it I could only watch as they bounced off my chest and onto the floor.
Ash winked, fuckingwinked, and strode into his room, slamming the door closed behind him.
What. The. Ever-loving. Fuck?
Giving in to my confusion and weakened body, I slid down the wall until my ass was on the floor.
I’d just come from having my stepbrother rub against me. Not only had I let him, but I’d loved every single second of it, especially the nasty shit that had come out of his mouth.
That had been the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life, and I was beyond confused as to why.
Did I have a humiliation kink? Or maybe I just liked dirty talk?
Either way, that shit should have turned me off. Itshouldhave made me say no, push him away, dosomethingother than let him get me off.
Another wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I put my head in my hands.
It was only our second day in the apartment, and I’d already let him get the upper hand.
I was utterly and truly fucked.
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