His breath caught as he realized what I was about to do, sliding his boxers down to his knees and taking hold of his cock. Looking up, I caught his gaze yet again, the gleam of moonlight on his eyebrow rings, his strong, perfect body.
Bet he'd never thought he'd see his 'little sister' doing this.
I took Flor into my mouth, his jewelry bumping against my teeth as I slid my tongue around his shaft and pulled back, breathing along the length of him and enjoying the way his body shuddered at my touch.
"I hate that you're so good at that," he growled down at me, and I wondered if he was thinking about Max again. No good. I only wanted him to be thinking about me. I cupped his balls with one hand, using my thumb to play with the silver ring in his skin. From the change in his breathing, I knew I was doing at least something right. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his hip bones, to those sharp grooves in his muscles that made girls drool. I knew; I'd seen dozens rendered speechless at the sight. Once, during a Relay for Life event, Flor had stripped off his T-shirt and ran the track in low slung shorts, drawing a crowd of girls that was almost comical to look it, if I hadn't been so jealous that is.
I kissed his body, up to his firm belly and those muscles I'd always admired from afar. Being able to touch them in person was almost surreal, and I found myself groaning as my lips slid along his skin. Shut up, Abi! I warned myself, desperately certain that if my dad walked in here at this moment, he'd kill Flor. At least the damn door's locked. I'd never had a lock.
My fingers curled around the base of Flor's cock as I found my way back down and wrapped my lips around the hard, curved length of him, my tongue moving along the tracery of veins beneath his skin. He made a noise low in his throat, like a caged animal, and then reached down to touch my hair. His fingers were tense, but his grip was gentle.
"Stand up, Abigail," he said, releasing me and holding out a hand. I followed him up and let him take me into his arms, kissing me while he removed my bra. Before I knew it, our bare chests were pressed together, the hard points of my nipples against his muscles, and we were spinning, my ass hitting the dresser before Flor slid me up onto it. "If you need to scream," he told me with a slight grin, "then feel free to bite my shoulder." I gave him a raised brow, but he was already easing between my legs. I opened for him, felt the warm press of his hips as he pulled me against him and slid us together.
The connection of our bodies was delicious, like a slice of cake so sweet that I was already desperate for another bite. I wrapped my legs around Flor, drinking in the feel of his naked flesh on mine, teasing the beads of sweat that rose on his back as he moved inside of me. Our mouths connected in a frenzied tangle of passion and heat as my fingers curved around his neck and I ate up the masculine grunts and groans streaming from his throat. He was careful to keep quiet, but in the back of my mind, I was worried we weren't being quiet enough.
Flor kept us pressed close, his hips rocking more than thrusting, until his muscles spasmed and he breathed deep, groaning into my mouth and spilling himself inside of me. With Max, I was used to that being the end of the evening, unless he was feeling particularly generous, but I guess it just wasn't that way with Flor.
He moved us over to the bed, laying me on my back and finding that warm, sweet spot with his fingers again, working me until I really did have to turn my head and bite down, on a pillow instead of his shoulder. Still, the action excited him enough that he released a low, husky chuckle that sent a chill down my spine and turned my ache into a frenzy.
Flor kissed my breasts, worked his thumb over my clit, and finally, when he was ready, found his way between my legs again, switching out his fingers for his cock. Several, wild moments later and I was coming, my body wrapped around his, squeezing tight, tight, tighter. I pressed my mouth into his shoulder and bit down, hard, stifling the scream that was so desperate to claw its way out of my throat. The only sound then, other than the gentle whisper of our bodies moving together, was the thumping beat of my wild heart.
Afterward, Flor held me in his arms for so long that my eyes grew droopy and I drifted into a gentle sleep broken only by the sudden – and admittedly pretty alarming – thought that I was lying in my stepbrother's room at our parents' house.
"I can't sleep in here, can I?" I whispered, even though I already knew the answer to that question. Flor pressed a kiss to my forehead that made me ache all over again. His body against mine felt so good, so right, like we were made for each other. I mean, I knew that sort of mushy romantic shit made most people uncomfortable, but even Addi, practical, smart-mouthed, been in a committed relationship for years Addi, believed in it. Apparently so did I.
"Probably not the best idea," Flor whispered back, but at least he sounded regrettable when he said it. That was progress.
I rolled over to look at him.
"I wish I could stay," I said as I reached up and touched his scar again, memories of the day he'd gotten it flooding into my head. He'd braked too hard, trying to avoid the neighbor's cat who'd run right out on the sidewalk in front of him. I'd watched in horror as he flew over the handlebars and ended up in a patch of blackberry bushes.
"I … " Flor stopped talking, closing his green eyes like he needed a minute to regain his composure. I laid my head back on his chest and waited, listening to the rapid thump of his heart. It was almost as bad as mine. "Let's talk tomorrow, Abi. Somewhere we don't have to worry about being interrupted." My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed hard. I couldn't tell from his tone if I should be worried or excited about that. I decided that no matter what happened, tonight had been good, too good to ruin. I sat up, keeping the sheets close and then leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. He returned the affection with an aching press of his mouth that twisted my stomach into knots.
"See you in the morning?" I asked, praying that we'd get to sit and eat cereal together like old times.
"Maybe," he said, sitting up and watching as I slid off the bed. "I have an appointment pretty early tomorrow." He paused and grabbed the sheet, tugging it away from me at the last second, so that I ended up standing nude in the middle of his bedroom. I flushed and hurried to my clothes, fully aware that his gaze was burning on my backside, his eyes focused on my ass. "I might just have to cancel."
"You do that," I whispered, tugging on my pajamas and moving to the door. I unlocked it and peeked out into the empty darkness. No sign of my parents. Thank God. I glanced over my shoulder at Flor. Another I love you seemed overboard, but I knew I had to say something. "If you get lonely," I whispered, "you know where to find me."
I hurried out before he could respond, closing the door behind me, and tiptoed into my old bedroom, flopping onto the bed on my back with a sigh. Getting to sleep was a nightmare. Just the idea that Flor was across the hall, probably still naked, made my entire body flush from head to toe. Was he thinking of me like I was thinking of him? His words and actions told me that was a distinct possibility.
I forced myself to crawl under the covers and close my eyes, realizing as I did that I was exhausted. I guess Flor really wore me out.
I feel asleep with a smile.
I woke in the morning to find that I was the only one left in the house. Flor had sent me a text telling me he'd be at the shop while Addi had shot over a dozen or more get home now or equivalent messages warning me about her upcoming evening with Patrick. She always claimed she needed my opinion to get dressed, but we both knew that was a lie. She was more than capable of dressing us both in the dark. If Theo was there? All the better.
I dragged myself out of bed, dressed in yesterday's clothes, and went home to find a caramel macchiato waiting on the counter for me. I took a sip and was surprised to find that it was still warm.
"How'd you know when I was going to be back?" I asked as I slung my purse onto a stool and met Addi's brown eyes across the counter. She smirked at me and I was instantly reminded of Flor. Ugh. My obsession's amped up; I can barely go a minute without thinking about him.
"I didn't. I got it this morning and then just kept microwaving it."