When we first started, beneath the evening sun, all eyes were on us. I swore I saw a couple people turn away in disgust the first time he put his mouth on mine, knowing we're stepsiblings, but everybody else broke into applause – even Marnie.
It's a strange, fantastic truth he's pulling me into. I don't want the fairy tale to end.
“You think if I hike up that skirt and fuck you right here, anybody will notice?” he leans in and rumbles in my ear, clasping my ass as our bodies lurch together one more time.
“I'm not an exhibitionist, Christopher,” I gasp back, hoping the long, formal version of his name might slow down the beast dragging his hands all over me, grinding my hips into his in a way that already resembles full on fucking.
He's right about one thing – everybody else is too wasted to notice. We're one of the only couples left out here since nighttime came. Everybody else is off lounging by the pool, floating lazily with a drink in their hands, or finding some quiet corner to get hot and heavy.
It's young lust and revelry at its finest. Sex is in the air, but it's really his scent that's completely intoxicating.
“Fuck.” His hands pinch my ass tight, so hard I can't help but roll my pussy against the insane ridge in his trousers. “You call me Christopher again, and you're gonna get another spanking, girl. I won't even wait 'til we're out of sight neither.”
“Yeah? How do you know Evie isn't watching us from some window, perched up there like a cat?”
It's a legit worry. I haven't heard from the bitch all day, not since dad left. It's almost too quiet with this party going on, after the threats she made.
Chris just snorts, and shuts me up with another kiss. “Forget about her. She's probably too whacked out on her sleeping pills to know what a fucking window is, much less find us. Your old man's really a goddamned angel for putting up with her as long as he has.”
I can't deny that. It also freezes my blood, wondering how dad will react to Chris and I. It's all but inevitable now, especially since my friends have seen him putting his lips all over mine.
Chris starts spinning me again, pulling me into him, turning me over and rocking his cock up and down the dress stretched tight over my ass. God, he feels good.
So amazing he carries me away from all this, lifts me higher than the worries trying to bury me. There's nothing that can come between us. He's staked his claim, and I'm ready to catch hell to keep it, whatever it takes to keep me in his warrior embrace forever.
There's no more time for heady thoughts when he makes me bend over and grabs his hips. I flush for a second, embarrassed because we're dressed way too nice to be dancing out here like we're doing it doggie style. But I feel his hand across my thigh, and his thrusts grind my clit through all the clothing, cranking the firestorm in my blood to ten thousand degrees.
Damn! I need him to fuck me again, just as bad as I need a cool glass of water.
My hips start rolling back against his. For at least a minute, I'm honest-to-God twerking, and I wonder what kind of big slut he's turned me into.
My eyes don't want to focus through the sultry summer heat, the lust, the pleasure he's pushing through my system. I look up and see several drunken, grinning faces from the pool leering at us, frat boys and sorority girls alike.#p#分页标题#e#
Crap. I tear myself up, but Chris catches me, takes my hands in his, and he won't let go. He turns me around so I'm facing away from the crowd before it's right back into the same position, bent over and dangerously positioned against his unstoppable cock.
“We're not leaving this dance floor 'til you come for me, beautiful. I want you to lose it just like that first night.” He leans in, brushing his sandpaper stubble across my cheek, breathing into my ear so hot I think I'm going to combust.
“Are you crazy?” I'm trying to be serious. Too bad crazy comes out as a moan when I feel his friction on my clit, pulling me deeper into this nasty, animal heat. “We can't do it out here! They're watching us.”
“Let 'em.” He's dead serious, and that's when I know I'm in too deep with a man who's totally nuts beneath his handsome exterior. “I meant everything I said after I got here, Delia. Everybody's gonna see us dance, baby, and I don't give a single fuck.”
He rips me up, spins me in his arms, and my whole world shatters. One hand grabs my ass, stiffens me against him, and the other somehow shoots all the way underneath my skirt, slowly making its way up, down beneath my panties.
He shoves his fingers inside me, giving my clit a rough stroke with his thumb, before I can even protest.
Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Oh, no!
“Chris, it's too much. I can't come like this. I can't come standing up with everybody just staring at us...”