“Don’t run away from me. From us.”
He spun on his heels, grabbing her by the arms and propelling her backward. Her back bumped into the wall and he let her go, stepping forward as he snaked his hands down her naked skin.
Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her arms up, hooking one over the other and pinning her to the wall. He held her with one hand, his muscles flexing as she squirmed in his grip. She couldn’t break free even if she wanted to. Not unless she kneed him in the balls, and he couldn’t see her doing that.
Separated by inches, her heat hit him in waves and he could smell sex all over her. His dick throbbed in his pants and he bit his cheek to keep from kissing her. “Is this what you want, Jessica? You want me to slam you up against the wall and fuck you?”
She answered on a breath. “Yes.”
With his free hand, he reached out and cupped her breast. Mmm. High and round and firm on her chest, he could fondle her tits for days. Stroking her nipple, he worked her until she mewled beneath him.
“You want me to rip this dress off you and take you right here? Is that it?”
“Please, Tate. Yes.” She thrashed her head back and forth, moaning as he rubbed. Damn, she was beautiful. And she wanted him to own her. To hold her down and take her the way he imagined.
He slid his hand lower, running over her thigh and behind her to grip her ass. With a single jerk, he pulled her off the wall and crushed her pelvis to his, grinding her belly against his raging erection.
“You feel that? That’s how bad I want the same thing.”
“Then take me. I’m begging you.”
“No.” He let her go and backed away. Her arms stayed where he’d trapped them, stuck up on the wall with invisible strings. Damn.
Turning around, he strode to the front door, grabbing his keys on the way.
As he turned the doorknob, Jessica called out after him. “Why are you leaving?”
“Because someone has to.”
“No. Stay. Talk to me, Tate. Please.” He glanced back at her and the sight shot a pang of regret through his body. Her pouty pale lips open and breathless. Her cheeks flushed with lust. Her arms still pinned to the wall. Sometimes life could be so cruel.
“I’ve got a gig. Don’t wait up.”
He opened the door and walked out, shutting it behind him with a slam. Fuck. Tate staggered to his car, barely noticing the world around him. He slumped into the driver’s seat and collapsed over the steering wheel.
He’d taken it too far. Pushed them both into dangerous waters. But he couldn’t help himself. His cock throbbed in his pants and all he could see was her lips forming his name and her eyes begging him to take her.
He couldn’t move without pain shooting through his groin and if he didn’t get some relief he’d never make it to his gig. Raising his head, he glanced around the parking lot. No one was around. He shouldn’t even be thinking it, but he couldn’t help himself. Not anymore.
Unzipping his pants, he shoved his hand beneath his waistband and took his dick in his hand, wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft and stroking up and down. He imagined Jessica, leaning over in the passenger seat and licking his swollen tip, her lips sliding down his shaft as he held her head.
Up and down he pushed her, forcing his cock deeper down inside her mouth, groaning as her pretend throat convulsed around him. He imagined reaching over to stroke her clit through her panties while she bobbed on his spit-soaked shaft. That’s it baby, work me harder. It might be wrong, but he had to get her out of his system. One way or another.
Faster and faster he rubbed himself, pumping away the guilt and shame until he grabbed a gym towel from the back seat. A few jerks more and he came into the towel, hot sticky cum soaking the terry cloth and leaving him empty.
With a heavy sigh, he put himself back together and started the car, easing out of the parking space and away from Jessica. A full night DJing and he could forget her. Erase her hot body from his mind and go back to his normal life. The one without her blindfolded and on her knees, orgasming beside his bed.
* * *
Jessica stared at the front door, shocked and outraged and unable to move. How dare he leave her like that! Run away after turning her on and admitting his attraction. The bastard.
She’d already come, but he’d left her aching. If she knew where he’d gone, she’d be slipping on her shoes and running out the door.
God, men could be such assholes. She didn’t understand why he fought so hard—why they couldn’t explore this need. Together. She knew they were step-siblings and what people would say. But she didn’t care.
He could give her what she craved. What she’d looked for in every man she’d ever kissed. The freedom that came from relinquishing control.