“Maybe you like being uncomfortable.” He put an arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to admit that he was right. His touch made me tremble. I was scared of being caught up here, but I liked the idea of being caught with him. I wondered what my mother would think if she saw me up here with my stepbrother.
Matt started rubbing my back. His fingers felt amazing. I let out a soft sigh and leaned against him. He leaned closer, his warm breath tickling my neck. I caught him looking down the front of my dress. Had I worn such a low-cut dress on purpose? Did I like the way it drew his eye? I wasn't sure, but deep down, I suspected that I'd done it to lure him in.
“You're a beautiful woman,” he whispered.
I didn't hear those kinds of words often. Not from men. Not from wealthy, dangerous men like Matt. “You're just saying that,” I said.
“I never lie about such things.” His hand slid lower, straying below my waistline. I stiffened, but I couldn't bring myself to make him stop.
His hand slid even lower as his lips brushed my neck. I held myself perfectly still, craving more of his touch, but refusing to let myself indulge. It felt so wrong. Maybe that was why I wanted it.
When his other hand slid up my leg and tried to move under my skirt, I jumped and pulled away. “No.”
“Why not?” He looked me up and down, licking his lips. “You want it. I know you want it. You know you want it. So why not?”
“Because we're related.”
“Not by blood.”
I shook my head. I couldn't let myself cross that line. I imagined what it would be like if I got pregnant by my stepbrother. The humiliation. The scandal. If I still lived a normal, carefree, middle-class life, it might be different. But ever since my mother married one of the richest men in the country, my life had become anything but normal. I wasn't even really attached to the Partridges or their media empire, but I was still hounded from time to time by paparazzi, and I wasn't sure how much privacy I had anymore. I'd been photographed by a few tabloids, which had called me a “wild child” who was allegedly “living off her stepfather's fortune.” That couldn't be further from the truth. I hadn't seen a dime of my stepfather's money, and I doubted I ever would. But the media didn't care. And they wouldn't care about my privacy or my feelings if it were discovered that I'd slept with my stepbrother.
Matt studied the look in my eyes, a wicked grin on his face. “Come on, baby,” he said, unzipping his pants. “You got me all worked up. Are you really going to leave me like this?”
He exposed himself to me and I licked my lips. It had been a long time since I'd been with a man. Most men were shallower than Matt, and didn't want to get involved with a heavier girl. Oh, I'd had a few boyfriends in the past, but it had never worked out. And I'd never been one for casual dating.
I'd also never been the kind of girl who would fool around with a man on a windy rooftop on New Year's Eve. Maybe it was the champagne in me. Maybe it was the height, the way the city spread out beneath us. Maybe it was the fireworks that started erupting in the air overhead.
I moved closer, lowering myself to my knees. “I'm not sleeping with you,” I said.
Matt slid a hand into my hair and wrapped his fingers around the back of my head. “Whatever you say, baby doll.”
He pulled my head closer and I submitted, taking him into my mouth. He was hard and he was eager, pulling me down and forcing it in until I choked. I moaned, savoring the taste of him. He was warm and I could just taste the saltiness of his sweat. It spurred me on. I wrapped my hand around him and started giving him what he wanted. What I wanted.
I looked up at him as I savored the taste of him. He had a smug, dominant grin, and he kept his hand firmly on the back of my head to keep me from pulling away. I used my tongue on his most sensitive spots, making him moan and pull my head down harder with each thrust. When I had to come up for air, I let my fingers work the magic, while I whispered naughty things to him to egg him on.
“God,” he said as he smiled down at me. “You really are a naughty little thing, aren't you?”
I grinned, but before I could reply my mouth was full again. I closed my eyes and pretended that this was okay, that there was nothing wrong with it, that I wouldn't be humiliated if anyone found out. In the moment, all I cared about was embracing my lust. My free hand strayed between my own legs, sending sparks of electricity flying throughout my body.
Matt started pulling my head up and down with more force, and I knew he was close. I wanted his seed inside of me. I was nearly willing to spread my legs and take him in the most forbidden way, but before I worked up the nerve, he reached his climax. I swallowed as much as I could, though I still ended up with an embarrassing mess all over my face.