Wicked Game: a Billionaire Stepbrother Romance (13 page)

"And this?"

Damien's hand slid down my thigh to my thin panties.
 
They were nearly translucent from the rain, and Damien's eyes followed his hand down hungrily.
 
He slipped a finger under the waistband and snapped it against my skin, grinning at the little jump I did in shock.
 
One finger stroked against the thin cloth.

"We should probably get you out of these wet clothes," he growled.
 

His thumb hooked under the material again.

Before I could stop him, I heard the sound of ripping cloth.
 

With wide eyes, I glanced down to see Damien tearing my panties off of me.
 
I ignored the shudder of lust that sent rolling through my body and glared at him.
 

He met my glare with yet another cocky grin.

"Did I say you could destroy my stuff?" I snapped breathlessly.

"It's okay, wifey.
 
I'll buy you something new."

"Don't you dare."

"Something black, and lacy, and French.
 
Maybe a thong."

"Damien—Oh Jesus."

His finger had slipped inside me.
 

He bent it in a come-hither motion and stroked me from the inside, sending delicious shivers across my body.
 
I had forgotten how good this was.
 
How good he was.

"What were you saying?" he asked, pressing his lips against my throat as I shuddered underneath his touch.
 
I pressed my eyes closed, desperately trying to hang on.
 
I couldn't come so soon.
 
If Damien knew what an effect he had on me, I'd never get rid of him, would I?

Though right now, that didn't sound too bad.

Damien's thumb reached up to rub circles into my clit as he stroked me, and I nearly saw fireworks.
 
I was starting to get why all those actresses wanted him.

Damien kissed my inner thigh as his fingers worked against me.
 
I writhed on the bed, unable to suppress the moans and gasps that he drew out of me.
 
Damien grinned as I cried out "Oh God!"

"Damn, Cleo," he said, leaning forward.
 
I could feel his warm breath roll against my pussy.
 
"You want it bad, don't you?"

His lips pressed against my thigh, just an inch away from where they needed to be.
 
It drove me crazy.
 
And worse, he knew it.

"Please," I groaned, barely able to stand it anymore.
 

Fine.
 
I couldn't resist him anymore, not while he was stroking me like that.

"Good girl," Damian breathed, his hot breath caressing my thigh.

God, I loved it when he said that.

Suddenly, Damien's tongue plunged between my legs.
 
I gasped and tried to sit up, overwhelmed by the sensation.
 
His strong arms grabbed my legs and forced me down, keeping my body still so there was no way I could escape the pleasure.
 

My eyes rolled back into my head as his tongue whipped against me, giving me the pleasure he had denied me for so long.
 
My fingers laced through his hair, and I pulled his head closer to me.
 
Groans escaped his lips as he licked me, and the vibrations made it feel amazing.
 
Damien's tongue flicked against my clit, and I gasped.

"God, you taste good," he growled.
 
"You're close, aren't you?"

I couldn't answer.
 
I could resist my orgasm when it was just his fingers, but now?
 
There was no way I could resist Damien Blackwood's mouth.
 
It was impossible.

"Beg for it," he ordered.

Oh hell no.

But trembles were wracking my body, and I couldn't resist much longer.
 
I needed it, and I needed it bad.
 
With a frustrated groan, I threw my head back, giving up.

"Please," I gasped.
 
"I need it.
 
I need to come."

Damien smiled against my thigh.
 

His head plunged forward, and he sucked on my clit hard.
 

With a moan, I felt my orgasm crash over me hard and fast.
 
I thrashed underneath him, gasping and twitching as his arms held me down on the bed.
 
When we were teenagers, he was good in bed.

Now, when he was a man?

He was a fucking god.

As I floated down from my orgasm, Damien crawled on top of me, trailing small kisses along my breasts and neck.
 
I panted underneath him, still breathless.
 

"Don't stop," I whimpered.
 

I needed him.
 
All of him.

He grinned and kissed my collarbone.
 
I felt him position himself at my entrance.

 
"Admit you want it."

"Go fuck yourself," I said breathlessly.
 
I couldn't believe he had made me beg once.
 
No way in hell I was going to do it twice in a row.

Damien snorted and glanced up at me again, kissing my lips lightly.

"Just say it, Cleo.
 
‘I need it.'
 
You know you want to."

“Fuck me,” I ordered.

I didn’t care what had happened when we were teenagers.  All I cared about was the warm pulse between my legs, aching to have Damien inside me again.  Every nerve in my body screamed out for me to grab him by the throat, throw him on the bed, and use his body the way I desperately needed to.  Or, better yet, let him use me.

Damien bent his head down, brushing his lips against my ear.

“Remember what I said?”

“What?” I gasped raggedly.  Goddamn, couldn’t he shut his mouth for five seconds and just fuck me?  I really needed to give him some lessons in obeying his superiors.  

Damien nipped my earlobe, sending another surge of orgasmic sparks through my body.  His warm breath brushed against my neck as he kissed it.

“I told you, Cleo,” he whispered.  “Before you fuck me, you’re going to have to beg for it.”

I rolled my eyes, but at that moment, his thumb massaged my clit.

I groaned as another shudder of pleasure rocked my body.

I knew he was right.
 

I did need it.
 
I ached to have him inside me, and the waves of pleasure coursing through my body were desperate to have him give me what I needed.
 
I could barely think, and my hair was damp and tangled with sweat as I gasped underneath him.

Goddamnit, I did need this!

My fingers dug into his ass as I tried to pull him into me.
 

Damien's strong arm caught mine and wrenched it off.
  
"No, not that again," he chuckled.
 
"I remember that old move.
 
You're going to have to say it first."

Did he remember our first time right down to the awkward virgin moves?
 
Interesting.
 
I'd have to think about that when I wasn't desperate, crazy, and breathless on the edge of an orgasm.
 
Frustrated, I let out an angry groan.

"Damien, goddamnit, fuck me!"

"Say it."

I squeezed my eyes shut.
 
"Please," I groaned.
 
"I want it."

"You want it, or you need it?"

My eyes opened to find his gazing down at me.
 
His eyes were on fire with hunger for me, and I could see that cocky smile had disappeared.
 
Now his expression was serious again.
 
My fingers bit into the hard muscle of his arm as I looked into his eyes.

"I need it," I moaned.

He grinned.

"Good girl."

He kissed my lips as his cock plunged into me.
 

"Damien!" I cried.

I had forgotten how big he was.
 
How good he felt inside me as his hips bucked against mine.
 
I gasped and buried my face in his neck as he grinded slowly against me.

"Fuck, Cleo," he grunted.
 
"I forgot how good you feel."

I wanted to say the same out loud, but I couldn't say anything.
 
I had completely lost my mind with the pleasure.
 
His warm, muscled body rocked on top of mine, and his strong arms forced me to him so there wasn't an inch of space between us.
 
He leaned down and sucked on one breast, his tongue flicking against the hard nipple.

I threw my head back, feeling the fire rise in me.
 
I had never felt this good.

Damien's deep groans rumbled in my ear as he fucked me, and I could feel his heart racing in his chest.
 
His hips bucked harder into me, and his thumb reached down again to massage my clit.
 
I whimpered into his neck as the pleasure built in me again.

"Fuck, Cleo, you're so fucking good," he growled.
 
He glanced up at me, studying my face desperately.
 
"Tell me this is good for you," he whispered, kissing my throat.
 
"Tell me how to make you come."

All I could spit out was one order:

"Harder."

Damien's hips rocked against mine hard and fast, and I panted into his neck.
 
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
 
My fingers clawed his back as he pounded into me the way I needed.
 
All those ridiculous wet dreams I had had about him were nothing on this.
 
I bit down on my lip, afraid my screaming would wake the whole mansion up.

Damien didn't seem to mind.
 
Every time another moan escaped my lips, his hips would buck into me harder.
 
"I love it when you make those noises," he groaned.

Hell, he had me close already.
 
Trembling sparks of electricity were building in my body, ready to explode at any minute.
 
Damien's deep voice, grunting and moaning in my ear, built them up even more.
 
His thumb pressed hard against my clit, and I could feel myself trembling at the edge.
 
I buried my face harder into his neck, unable to speak, moan, or even breathe anymore.
 
All I could do was be shaken by the pleasure of it.

"Come," he ordered,

Hard and fast, I came again, this time with Damien inside me.
 
I had never had an orgasm this intense, and I clawed his back as I choked out an "Oh God!"
 
Damien held me tight to him as I thrashed underneath his grasp.
 
His hips bucked harder and erratically as I moaned in his ear.
 

"Jesus, Cleo," he growled.

Unable to resist any longer, he came.
 

His body collapsed beside me on the bed.

Either five minutes or five years later, I managed to regain semi-consciousness.
 
Limp and sore, I propped myself up on the bed.
 
My fingers caught in my tangled hair, and every limb in my body felt as weak and wobbly as Jello.

Damn, he was good.

Damien was lying back on the pillows, already half asleep.
 
His fingers ran lightly along the side of my thigh, bringing me back to reality.
 
The poor man looked dead.

He glanced at me with heavy-lidded eyes and raised an eyebrow.

I snorted.
 
"Weak ass men with your weak ass refractory periods."

Damien shrugged.
 
"Not my fault I'm not a teenager anymore," he said, his gaze rolling down my body.
 
His fingers traced circles into my thigh.
 
"But I could probably make an exception for this."

I flicked his fingers away and shook my head.

I yawned, stretching and realizing how every single muscle in my body ached.
 

Neither of us could go again, at least not right now.
 
As much as I wanted to, I was worn out as he was.
 
Sneaking into museums, illegal breaking and entering, and hot caveman sex with your long-lost psychotic ex-stepbrother will do that to you.

"Can't," I mumbled, barely able to talk.
 

I collapsed onto the bed next to him.
 

Damien's arms pulled me tight to him, and I fell asleep in his warm embrace.