Prick Tease (Tangled Desires Book 1) (8 page)

The round doesn’t end until we’re both flat on the mat, neither one willing to admit defeat.

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Claire isn’t home when I get there. It’s just me and Lucky. She stares at me with these big brown eyes that beg for a run, so I take her. I still need to burn off excess energy. Maybe if I’m exhausted I’ll be able to keep my hands, my mouth off Claire. I certainly can’t keep her out of my mind. When we get back, Lucky goes straight outside to lap up some water from her bowl before slinking under the shade of the trees at the far end of the yard.

Sweaty from my workout with Tom, and the run, which hasn’t quite taken the edge off the ache in my balls, I strip and jump into the shower, letting her overrun my mind.

Tom’s words interject as I press my forehead against the damp, steamy glass of the shower stall. She’s fragile at the moment because of some prick.

I’m a distraction. That’s all this is. And I took advantage of her fragile state. “You’re a bastard, Bennington,” I mumble under my breath. “You have more control than this. She’s family. You have no fucking right.”

I grit my teeth while the water runs down my back, and I put my head under the stream trying to cleanse her from my mind, but it doesn’t work. If anything I do my best thinking in the shower, and right now she’s the only thing I want to think about. My cock hardens as I replay her mouth beneath mine, and the way she shyly opened to my demands before her tongue mingled with mine so softly I’d thought I might lose my ever loving mind. How her hands caught at my shirt, shakily as she climbed them up to my shoulders. Even now I can feel them there, her fucking hand prints tattooed into my skin like a brand.

Reaching between my legs, I fist my cock and let her fill my imagination the way she has so many times before, only this time it’s more intense because my body remembers her in a way it hasn’t been able to until now. The soap I lather myself with is hers. It smells like her. All honey and vanilla, and I want that. I want her scent surrounding me, filling my senses while I reminisce on how her body fit to me, her hips pushing against mine, my erection pressed into the curve of her belly between us.

I glide my hand up and down my shaft in long lazy strokes, not eager to get off in a perfunctory kind of way. Enjoying the intimate time with her that I can only ever find in my fantasy world. Where I can lay her out like the goddess she is and worship her. I want to taste every part of her, the sweetness of her mouth adding to the ferocity of my hunger. I’d fall at my knees if she’d let me, press my mouth to her sweetest parts. Leaning against the cold tiles, my hips rock into my hand, tighter, faster.

The smallest noise alerts me I’m not alone. The squeak of a hinge that needs a smatter of oil, but it’s enough to set me hyper alert. I freeze for a fraction of a second, open my eyes just enough to peek through my lashes. I sense her before I see her. Her gaze locking on my hand from where she stands just inside the door.
Shit!

Wide violet eyes take in what I’m doing, and I think she’s going to run as fucking far and as fast as she can.

But she doesn’t.

Instead she moves closer. Not much. One step inside the door, her throat tensing and relaxing as she swallows and drags her tongue over her bottom lip. If I thought the sensory memory of her was the hottest thing I’d ever get with her, I was dead fucking wrong. My cock throbs, the head surging in her direction, begging for what it really wants. Not my hand, not a supplement, but the real fucking deal. I clench my teeth and groan as I pump into my tight grip, wanting it to be her, her mouth, her tight inner muscles. Whatever part of her she would give a brute like me. But that isn’t going to happen and this is the perfect moment to make her absolutely certain I am not the one she wants.

I pin my gaze on her. A feral growl rips from my throat as I lock her into what I’m doing because of her. Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her like this since I got here.

She still doesn’t run from the room. Her lips part, her hand moves to her throat and runs a trail along where I touched her earlier, as she glides closer. Her thighs are pushed tight together, clenched. I’m so close to getting out of this damn shower and dragging her in with me. I want to take her apart with my mouth, my hands, my cock, and then put her back together by holding her long after I’ve done the vile things my fantasies have revolved around for so long.

She halts right in front of me, only the thin steamy barrier between us, and then she presses her fingers to the glass where I’m fisting my cock, her lips parting in a way that has my balls tightening, drawing into my body. My orgasm explodes through me, spurting in quick hard pumps onto the glass. Her gaze flies to the floor as soon as I’ve cum. She’s trembling, and my chest tightens. With my pulse pounding in my ears so hard I can barely think, I turn to wrench off the water and grab a towel. By the time I wrap it around my waist and turn to confront her, she’s no longer standing there.

“Fuck.”

Chapter Seven

Claire

“Oh my…” I can’t bring myself to finish the sentence while I scramble for an appropriate response to the intense experience in the bathroom. I slam the door to the bedroom shut, my hand shaking so much I almost can’t turn the lock. “Oh my…wow.”

He’s hung like a linebacker, or a horse. It’s damn near a fire hose. Not that I know. I’ve only seen pictures on the internet. Maybe that’s the terrifying normality of a male adult dick, but compared to Henley’s junk I’d say Razer got far more than his fair share. I thought I could do this seduction thing, but now I’m not so sure. The schematics alone have my mind jumbled in knots. I shake my head. Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me. That’s all. Surely.

My heart is beating so fast it might explode out of my chest. It thrums in my temples and at the base of my jaw. I swallow hard, my mouth dry as I slump against the door and clasp my hand to my throat. I wanted to seduce him. To make him see me as something more than the little sister I never was. When he kissed me, he’d been so intense I’d almost cum from anticipation, and the demands his lips made of mine. But that was nothing compared to the way he trapped me with his stare while he palmed the length of his cock.

I cross the room, parched, desperate for water to put out the fire raging in my core. The glass beside the bed is empty. There’s nothing that can halt this burning deep inside me, except him. I need to have him so bad my body sings and my palms itch. I should have slipped into the shower with him. He wouldn’t have pushed me away. Not then, not while he was busy getting off to the connection between us. I dart a glance at the door. It’s too late now. The shutters came down in his hooded gaze the moment he came. His muscles had bunched in his back and across his shoulders as he’d turned away from me. He was probably disgusted that I’d watched him, but he’d been so beautiful, so perfectly bared to me.

I sink down on the mattress, crossing my legs, and fan myself. I’m still burning up, still tortured by graphic erotic images. I may be a virgin, but I’m far from dead.

“Claire,” he yells through the door, thumping on it with his fist. “Open up the door right fucking now.” 

The unforgiving wood rattles under his assault, and for a second I don’t expect the lock to hold.

My breath pants in and out in little bursts. I could open the door to him. It’s what I want. I’ve fantasized over it for so long. He’d scoop me up, ravage me with his mouth like he did this morning, while his hands explore the intimate areas of my body. A moan escapes my lips with the sweet tortured clench of my clit. I’m across the room with my hand to the door before I even realize I’ve gotten off the bed.

“Let me in, Little Bit,” he slaps his palm against the door.

The image of the wolf from little red riding hood pops into my head. Razer will eat me alive the moment I open the door to him. I groan and lay my forehead against the wood. His mouth wrapped around my clitoris, his tongue against my slit. It’s so vivid I can feel him there already. I’m soaked for him, aching to take everything he has to offer. Except what if I can’t handle him like that? He’s so much man, and a slice of fear wedges itself in my gut. This should be easy, but what if it’s not? What if it all ends up an absolute disaster? What if he’s too freaking big for me to take? Maybe I’m not ready for this like I thought I was. But I want to be. My whole body is shaking, the indecision a weight on my tongue as I whimper, “Razer?” 

“Shit, sugar, I can hear how needy you are in your voice.” His tone drops low and throaty, sliding over my skin like silk and smoke. “You need to cum, don’t you?”

Even if I’d been able to ignore how turned on I was already his words send waves of sensation coursing through me. Pressing my back to the panel, I slip my hand inside the waist of my skirt and under the lace of my panties to press a feather light touch to my clit. A whimper escapes me from that slight contact. My clit throbs, swollen from how he affects me. “Make me cum, Razer?”

There’s nothing but silence, and the slow bump of my hips against the door. I imagine his hands aren’t pressed to the other side of the door but pressed to my fevered skin, slipping around my waist to slide over my own hand and dip beneath my fingertips where he wants to touch me more than anything.

“You can’t open this door. You open it, I won’t be able to control myself.” He slams a hand to the wood with a groan. “I want you so fucking bad.”

“You do?” I want to hear him say it again. I want him to admit that we’ve been dancing around each other, with him pretending he doesn’t want me when I know it’s a lie.

“Oh God. I’m losing my fucking mind,” he rumbles. “I want to put my hands on you so bad, want to slip my fingers inside you and feel how wet you are for me before I rip your panties down your sexy legs and put my mouth on your pussy. I bet you taste sweet, sugar.”

My pulse rushes in my ears while I continue to swirl my finger over my most sensitive spot, sensation ricocheting through me with the lust in his voice. Is it possible to die from sexual frustration? Because I’m going to explode if he keeps talking to me like this.

“You shouldn’t want me, Claire,” he snarls, banging a fist against the door.

But I do. I want him however I can get him. The only thing holding me back is how he’ll react when he finds out I’m still a virgin. I’m fighting tooth and nail to get him to see me as anything but a child, and I know that’ll drive him away again. Seven years without him in my life was hard enough, and I didn’t even realize how much I missed him before he came back. I don’t want to do that again. I don’t want him to hate me again. “Go away Razer. Leave me alone.”

“Can’t do it. It’s my fault you’re wrung out. I’m not going anywhere ‘til you cum.”

I shudder, his deep tone a caress over my flesh. My thighs quiver as I rest my head back against the door and shut my eyes, slipping my fingers in and out of my entrance. “Feels so good, Raze.”

“Fuck. I bet it does. Bet it would feel better if it was me. My fingers sliding in and out of you.” The crack in his voice, that harsh roughness makes me shiver.

“So close,” I gasp between sharp bursts of breath, my body curving with the need for more contact, more pressure to relieve the desperate needy ache he’s built in me.

“That’s it, sugar. Imagine me on my knees with your clit between my teeth. Fuck, I want to suck you into my mouth, torture you with my tongue, while you ride my face. You’ll cum so fucking hard for me.”

I moan as I arch up from the sensory explosion his words create, crying out his name again, at the brink of something far more intense and sweeter than I could ever create on my own. My breath pants in and out between my lips, and I cum for him, just as he said I would. Hard, incredible, explosive, until my legs are jelly and gravity slides me down the door and onto my ass.

“Open the door, Claire.” It’s been a few minutes since I came on his command, and he’s had time to get himself under control. Under the softness is steel that wasn’t there while he’d been making love to me with his words. “We need to talk about this.” His fingers scrape against the door. “This shouldn’t have happened. It can’t happen again.”

Only I want it to happen again. I want everything he made me imagine, and more. I’m not changing my mind about getting him in my bed. It’s only a matter of time until I have the guts to convince him. “I need a minute.”

“Fine,” he huffs. “I’ll be waiting in the living room.”

When he marches back down the hallway, I drag myself up. I’m still trembling, still breathing hard. I take a minute to compose myself, running a brush through my hair and slipping to the bathroom to splash some cool water on my overheated cheeks.

Razer

When she finally comes out from her bedroom I’ve managed to garner a small amount of control. Sitting on the couch, I’ve checked off on my fingers over and over again the reasons why she and I can’t happen. But listening to her sweet little moans while she made herself cum plays like a highlight reel in my head, making me struggle to remember why each point is so important.

“Where’s Tom?” She combs her fingers through her hair and passes behind the couch to sit on the arm of the chair farthest from me.

“Having dinner with a friend.”

“Oh.” She plays with the little heart at her wrist, and the sensation of her fingers wrapping around the corresponding organ in my chest is strong. But then it always has been.

“We have to talk, Little Bit, about what happened.” Her eyes widen, her lips parting. It would be so easy to slink over to her and kiss that perfect pout. Haul her into my arms and do what I want to her. How much longer can I keep pushing her away when all I want to do is get inside her? “It can’t happen again. You know that right?”

“I know you’re pushing me away again.”

I jump up from the couch. “It shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I’m going to try and make this as clear as I can. I am not interested in being your distraction. Find a guy your own age and leave me the hell alone.”