Chapter Thirty
Blair
Bray chases me all the way to the corridor where our rooms are. Laughing, I turn to face him as I back into my room. He smirks, prowling after me, but I plant my hand on his chest and lean in. “Goodnight,” I purr before closing the door, hearing his groan from the other side.
I stand facing the door, expecting him to open it, throw me on the bed, and finally fuck me, but I see his shadow under the door move away and disappointment fills me. Maybe it’s the fading alcohol buzzing through my system, but I really want Bray. They told me the only way I will get any release is from them.
Well, it applies to them now too.
Turning away, I yank off my clothes and pull on a loose shirt and some shorts, but even the slide of the soft material against my hard nipples and pulsing pussy is too much. My desire surges through me until I can barely breathe. I know he feels the same; I could taste it in each brush of his lips on my skin as we danced.
He wants me as much as I want him… so why isn’t he doing anything about it?
I never expect Bray to be shy, not with the way he talks, but it seems like I’m going to have to make the first move. Feeling bold, I grin as I come up with an idea. Slipping out of my room, I move to the kitchen and open the freezer, grabbing two ice cubes and popping them into my mouth as I head to his bedroom. I don’t stop at the closed door, knowing this is happening and neither of us can control it—the desire between us is too much.
Just like with his brother.
I open the door to see him lying in a mess of his sheets. He has one arm behind his head, while the other holds his phone as he scrolls through it. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers, so his abs and chest are on full display. I can’t help but let out a gasp at his beauty. I try to ignore it a lot, but Bray Crew is fucking stunning. All hard lines, tanned skin, and muscle. He looks like every wet dream I have about being fucked, and although I didn’t come here with any plans, I have one now, and that’s to taste him. I’ll swallow all the flirt has to offer and show him exactly just who he’s playing with.
His eyes rise and he meets my gaze. “Hey, beautiful, what ar—”
Gripping the bottom of my shirt, I rip it over my head and bare my breasts. He inhales sharply, dropping his phone to the bed as I pull my shorts down slowly before kicking them across his carpet. Naked, I prowl towards him. I crawl up the bed, the cold ice melting in my mouth as I lick a line up his leg. He jerks and gasps.
“What th—”
I reach for his boxers and roll my tongue out to expose the ice cubes. “I came to kiss it better,” I purr.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers, his phone completely forgotten as those dark, hungry eyes lock on my mouth.
With a smirk, I curl my tongue back into my mouth as I slip my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slowly pull them down, freeing his hard cock. It almost smacks me in the face.
I leave his boxers around his ankles, anchoring him. Keeping my eyes on his, I lick a long, cold line up his cock. He shudders, gripping the bed as his mouth drops open on a pant.
“Blair—”
I reach the tip of his huge, hard cock and suck it into my mouth alongside the ice. He cries out, writhing as I pull away with a chuckle.
“Was that where it hurt?” I murmur before kissing down his length to the base and back up, licking the underside. “Or here maybe?”
“Oh fuck,” he growls, closing his eyes as he throws one arm across his face. “You keep that up, and I’ll be shooting my load across that beautiful face.”
“Is that a promise?” I murmur, clenching my legs together as lust shoots through me. I imagine just that, his cum dripping down my face to my chest.
“Shit,” he hisses as I keep licking his cock.
I wrap my hand around his base and squeeze, barely able to even touch my fingers together. He’s huge, maybe thicker than Cyrus, and I cannot fucking wait to feel that monster inside me, but I want it filling my mouth first. I want to feel him slamming it down my throat as he uses me for his pleasure. Shit, I’m turning myself on from the thought. I need to calm down before I just swallow him whole.
“Baby, oh fuck, stop,” he begs as he lifts his hips, pressing his cock closer. Chuckling, I wrap my lips around his tip and swallow him all the way to his base. He hits the back of my throat as I hold still, letting him feel every cold inch of me. He cries out, lifting his hips and slamming farther down my throat. I stay there, just holding him in my mouth as he writhes. My other hand grips his thigh before I pull back slowly, lifting my mouth from his cock to see the ice and saliva dripping from him and my lips. I don’t bother wiping it away; I want dirty fucking sex.
I want him to use my mouth, so I tell him as much. “I want to taste your cum. I want you to fuck my mouth the way you want to fuck my pussy. I want to feel every hard” —I squeeze his cock— “inch of this slamming down my throat over and over again. Use me, fuck me, and let me taste you.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” he growls as he stares at me. “You want me to fuck your mouth?” He sits up, grabbing my chin and dragging me up his body until our lips are inches away. “You’ve got it, Darling. I’ll fuck it so hard you won’t fucking be able to speak another teasing word. I’ll fill it with my cum until it drips down that little chin of yours and onto those tight, fuckable tits. I’ll mark every fucking inch of you, so get back on those knees and swallow me.”
He kisses me hard before releasing me. He tangles his fingers in my hair and guides me back down to his cock. I go willingly, opening my mouth as I hold his dick and stroke it across my lips, painting them with his precum. He watches me, his chest heaving, eyes wild, and lips parted.
I’m getting him back for every teasing word or touch. I’m going to show my stepbrother that he might play the game, but I will always win, and victory will taste fucking delicious.
He lifts his hips, smacking his hard cock into my lips, and I settle on my knees between his parted legs. I focus on him, on the taste of his huge cock, on making him so wild with desire he can’t do anything but release control to me.