Yup, just an experiment…at least that’s what I was telling myself for now.
No longer hungry, I took a quick shower, changed into my pajamas and then crawled under the sheets of my bed. Just before showering, I’d moved the pink toy onto my left bedside table, and I turned and looked at it, hesitantly biting my lower lip before grabbing it and playing with the vibration settings to test it out. There were three; a slower one, a medium-paced one, and a fast paced one.
Warm wetness exploded between my legs again, and it was only partly because I was playing with a sex toy. The main reason—as much as I still didn’t want to admit it—was because I was playing with a sex toy which had been given to me by Finn, the sexy thorn in my side. I wanted so badly to replace the toy with him instead, so I could feel his hard cock inside me and his fingers rubbing my clit, but I knew that could never happen.
His toy would have to be enough.
After pushing my pajama pants down past my knees, I turned the vibrator onto the medium setting and tentatively lowered it to my already-slick lower lips. Then I trailed it up and down my folds, slowly at first, and then faster as I moved it around my throbbing clit, coaxing and teasing it out as the end of the toy buzzed over and around it.
I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and I moved the toy down before slowly pushing it beyond my entrance. Gasping, I threw my head back and closed my eyes, moans of pleasure falling from my lips as my chest rose and fell with each breath I took. I pumped the vibrator in and out a few times before returning it to my clit, and ripples of ecstasy began to shoot through me, clouding my mind with needful lust.
Lust for him. Finn.
Pressure built deep inside of me, and it began to feel like it was about to explode right out of me as I pictured Finn’s smirking face. I moved the vibrator faster, dipping it inside myself again, and I wondered how much better it would feel to have his cock inside me instead, slamming into me and making me cry out.#p#分页标题#e#
As I imagined that, the pressure suddenly exploded out of me, and I screamed and thrashed around on the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, sweeping me off a cliff and into an ocean of ecstasy. I’d never had an orgasm like this, never touched myself while thinking about such a forbidden subject, and right now, I wasn’t sure I even cared that it was supposedly wrong for me to want Finn.
This just seemed so right…until the pleasure faded, and I realised it wasn’t.
No, I’d been right earlier. Finn and I were better off as friends. We both knew it was wrong to want anything more, and we’d both agreed to that out there on the roof earlier. So why the hell were my libido and heart fighting me so much on this one? And what on earth was I going to do about it?
By the time sleep claimed me a full hour later, I still hadn’t found my answer.
Chapter Eleven
Finn
After our talk on the rooftop, it was harder than ever to stop thinking about Rory. She occupied my mind twenty-four-seven, so no matter what I was doing, I found myself thinking about her all the time. Even if I was trying to concentrate hard on some other subject, she was always there in the back of my mind.
I especially liked to think about her playing with the hot pink vibrator I’d had sent to her room. Fuck me, the thought of her playing with herself got me harder than steel. I closed my eyes, and an image immediately flashed through my mind; an image of her sitting on her bed with her legs spread, pink lips glistening with desire as she slid the toy over her clit before plunging it inside that sweet, sweet pussy. I hadn’t had the pleasure of tasting her, obviously, but I could tell—she’d be sweeter than candy.
I could almost hear her moan in my fantasy world, and I opened my eyes and snapped out of it.
I knew she’d be a problem for me weeks ago, as soon as I’d realized she was my new stepsister, and the way I usually dealt with problems—by eliminating them—hadn’t seemed to work this time around. I could hardly eliminate such a gorgeous fucking problem, could I?
I wanted her so fucking badly, and her drunken little lap dance the other night had done nothing for my restraint. Seeing her with her eyes closed and biting her bottom lip as she made a wish on the rooftop hadn’t helped, either. There was only one way to fix the mess we were in, and that was to stay the fuck away as often as possible while acting like a platonic friend the rest of the time we were forced together at family events. I knew my resolve would break if I spent too much time with her. It was already hard as hell staying away, knowing she was only a door down the hall from me.
I’d managed to steer clear of her for a few days, and I was thankful for the distractions the hotel provided me with. Work was busy, especially with Christmas approaching, and each day seemed to go by faster than the last.