“Good, because like I said, I’m not the type that likes to share. This body is mine to enjoy. Mine.”
From this angle, he feels even bigger than normal, and doubly so as he moves, filling and unfilling me with deep thrusts. God, it feels so good. He has one hand on my shoulder, forcing me down and letting him pull me onto him while he keeps the other over my mouth to keep me quiet. I can’t stop moaning, but at least they won’t hear me in the hall.
I hope.
I’m so keyed up and sensitive that every thrust pushes me closer to completion. I want to reach between my legs and help things along but he hisses and stops me.
“Hands on the edge. You’ll come when I want you to,” he orders.
My fingers wrap around the cool wood and I rotate my hips as I fuck myself back onto his cock. He can be as bossy as he wants, but I’ll never be sweet and passive.
Good thing he seems to like me a little bossy too.
“Fuck, I want to do this to you every day.” Declan’s words are raspy and short, said between harsh breaths and clenched teeth.
His hand on my shoulder moves up to my hair, using it to pull me against him. The back of the bench is hard and rough against my stomach, but I barely notice. He fills me deeply, and I bite down on his fingers trying not to scream as he pounds relentlessly. God, to do this every day. I don’t even know if I’d be able to take it, but I’m willing to try.
The slaps of flesh against flesh echo through the room over a constant chorus of quiet moans and groans. My muscles clench and my vision blurs as my whole world becomes the delicious sensations that surge from my clenching pussy. I shiver, my fingers clutching the seat for support. I’m going to come, bent over a courtroom bench and right out in the open, fucked senseless by my gorgeous, horrible, sweet, conceited, sarcastic and brilliant stepbrother.
It’s a crazy world we live in.
I’m so close, but he holds back just enough to keep me hanging.
“Do you love me?” He growls next to my ear, letting his hand drop away from my mouth.
I shake my head. He’s asking for too much.
“Claire Anderson, I’m dangerously close to screaming it next time I ask. Do you love me?” Declan’s fingers find their way between my legs and he teases me until my legs are shaking and I can barely take it. “Do you?”
“Do YOU?” I gasp, vision blurry with tears of frustration.
“Yes.”
One word. Three letters. Huge.
I can’t hold it back anymore, and he doesn’t even try to tease me now, giving it to me exactly how I want and need him to.
“Do you?” he whispers again.
Stars burst behind my tightly closed eyelids. “Yes!” I scream, both in response to his question, and relief as my whole body goes rigid and I quake in his arms.
He fucks me through it all, but the tight grasp of my sex around him proves his undoing. Right after I finally admit the depth of my feelings, he fills me one last time and explodes inside me. Sex has always been amazing between us, but this was something new. Better. It was a hot, desperate battle to claim each other, and I don’t think anything will ever be the same.
Claire
For a long time, he just holds me, stroking my slick skin. Time stands still, the both of us trapped in the moment. Eventually he has to pull out, and I sigh at the pang of loss.
Neither of us have the energy to go anywhere. Declan pulls me down with him onto one of the benches. It’s cold and hard, but curled up with him after the orgasm of my life, I don’t really mind. Now that it’s over though, I’m self-conscious about what we said.
“Declan... what you asked. It was the heat of the moment and I know it doesn’t—”
“Stop.” He pulls me back onto his chest and strokes the hair away from the sides of my face, looking down at me. “I’m not playing that game. I meant it. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the night we met, and even though when I met you again it seemed like we couldn’t be more wrong for each other, you’re it for me. These past few days without you have been hell.”
“A few weeks ago we hated each other,” I remind him.
“Shit, I never hated you. What you represented maybe. Never you.”
“I’ll be going back to school soon.” I’m grasping for reasons to push him away and I’m sure he can tell.
“Claire, we’ll figure it out.”
“We hurt each other.”
His chest rises and falls in a nearly silent laugh. “And we’ll probably do it again, but trust me. It will never be on purpose.”
“How can you know that?”
He’s quiet, and I feel him press a kiss against the top of my head. “Because I saw your face when you thought I’d betrayed you, and I would rather tear out my own heart than see that again.”