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  His legs were stretched out slightly, a very “male” and relaxed pose, I thought. And when I lifted my gaze back to his face, all but having to force myself to stop staring at how big his dick looked, it was to come face-to-face with a very aroused-looking Mal. His expression screamed possessiveness and need. I felt my nipples harden even further at the look he gave me.

  “Show me, Delilah. Show me how much more you want, how far you want this to go.” His voice was deep, so very, very deep.

  It was as if my body knew what to do… what Mal and I both wanted with desperation. So I leaned back, put my palms flat on the coffee table behind me, braced my weight on my hands, and just stared at him, letting him know I was on board for anything.

  The slow smile that formed on his lips made my breath catch. God, he looked sexy when he did that. He patted the cushions beside him, his expression dark and almost foreboding. I swallowed, knowing what he wanted without having to hear him say the words. I lifted my legs, placing my feet where his hands had just been—right on either side of his tree-trunk thighs.

  For long moments, all Mal did was stare at my face. I was only in a pair of now soaked panties, the cotton molded to my pussy lips, and I knew he’d be able to see everything. Hell, he’d just had his face down there, his mouth working over me through the underwear like he’d been so hungry for me he hadn’t been able to stop himself.

  And I just sat there, trying to calm my breathing, knowing he was dragging this out because we both got so turned on by the anticipation. I tasted that realization in the air.

  Then he flicked his eyes between my thighs, and I watched how his jaw tightened, a muscle ticking under the flesh. He leaned back on the couch, taking on a relaxed stance, as if he had all the time in the world to just stare at me.

  And he did.

  The seconds turned into minutes, and I found myself squirming slightly, his gaze so penetrating I felt like he was touching me.

  “How far are you willing to take this, Delilah?”

  I swallowed and promptly licked my lips. All the way. “How far do you want to take this?” I fired back but softer, more hesitant. He stared into my eyes and smirked. He fucking smirked, and I found myself shifting on top of the coffee table, my nipples tingling, my pussy having a fresh wave of wetness spilling from it.

  “Pull the panties aside,” he said instead of answering my question.

  I took a deep breath and whispered, “What?” Oh, I heard him, but this was a part of Mal I’d never seen. Controlled. Dominating. Hungry.

  And all for me.

  “You heard me.” He flicked his gaze to my pussy again, then slowly, moving his gaze over my body, lingering on my breasts, then lifting back to my eyes. “Pull those panties aside and let. Me. See. You.” He enunciated each word, and I felt my heart pound hard, like a drum was beating inside, behind my ribs, a telltale sign of how fast my blood was moving through my veins.

  Lines had already been crossed, and I was ready to say fuck them totally.

  10

  Delilah

  Before I could do what he said, Mal was reaching forward and taking hold of the edge of the coffee table with me still on it. I braced myself as he easily pulled it forward another couple of inches, causing my knees to bend even more. He placed his big palms on my knees, pushing my thighs apart, really letting them fall open.

  “Now. Show me, baby.”

  The air left me so harshly I grew dizzy from it. I reached down my belly, our eyes locked. When I got to my panties, he lowered his focus and watched. I didn’t miss how he clenched his hands around the edge of the couch cushions now, as if it was what he needed to stay stable.

  “That's it,” he groaned, his eyes looking glossy, his body hard and tight. And his cock… his cock was so hard, so big, my pussy clenched. I started to see a wet spot start to form at the head and seep through the denim. God, he was so worked up. “More. Touch yourself more, Delilah,” he ordered.

  I reached between my legs and slipped a finger under the edge of my panties, my fingers shaking. I’d only ever touched myself in the privacy of my room, the darkness and blankets an extra layer of protection. But here I was, spread out, the lights low but still on, every part of me on display, and the object of my fantasies and affection sitting right in front of me, watching it all.

  But that also spurred me on and gave me strength to move forward.

  I had no doubt Mal could see how soaked the material was. I felt it press against my pussy lips, molding to my sensitive skin.

  “Go on,” he all but growled and leaned back farther, his legs still slightly spread as he took on a relaxed pose, although he looked anything but.

  My heart was in my throat as I pulled the material to the side and exposed my soaked cleft. No one had ever seen this part of me, and I idly wondered what he thought. My clit throbbed when the air touched it, and a gasp left me on its own. Mal said nothing, didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. He just stared at what I exposed.

  God, I was drenched, so wet that as soon as the panties were out of the way, I could feel my wetness slide down my slit. Anxiety suddenly slammed into me when I realized what I was doing and how he still had yet to say anything.

  I was about to put my panties back in order, feeling embarrassed, when Mal cleared his throat. “Don’t even think about it.” His words were low, so low I almost didn’t hear them. “Show me what I want. Do it. Do what I say, baby.”

  Heart slamming hard against my ribs, I licked my lips and just went for it. I was to the point of no return anyway. I ran the pad of one finger along the swollen rise of one of my pussy lips.

  Mal hummed in approval. “That’s it,” he murmured. “More.”

  I felt my strength renew and started rubbing the silky smooth skin, over and over, slow swipes that had my inner muscles clenching.

  “Show me more. Show me how pink you are inside.”

  Oh God.

  My fingers were slick with my arousal, and as I pulled back one of my pussy lips, I heard Mal’s sharp intake of breath.

  “So much honey for me, baby.”

  Just having my fingers against my pussy was enough to have me on the verge of an orgasm.

  “I can’t stop this, Delilah,” he finally said, and I snapped my eyes open, realizing I’d closed them as I rubbed my fingers up and down my cleft.

  “Mal,” I moaned, and before I could say anything else, he was on his knees between my thighs. He looked up at me, our gazes holding, my breath stalling. “I want to taste you.”

  I licked my lips and nodded slowly. God, I want that too.

  He leaned in, and the grunt of pleasure that left him was so violent from his lust.

  “You smell so fucking good,” he growled, keeping my panties pulled aside, and then placed his mouth on my pussy.

  My eyes widened, and I bit my lip at how good it felt to have his hot, wet mouth on me. I leaned back and braced myself on the table once more. Mal was slow and methodical in his ministrations, as if he were savoring me. And when I heard the sound of fabric tearing, drowning out the arousal-buzz filling my ears, I looked down the length of my body to watch as he tossed the remnants of my panties to the side.

  “Let me take care of you. Yeah, that’s it. I’m going to take really good fucking care of you, baby.” Mal was an animal between my legs, licking and sucking, probing and teasing me until I heard myself murmuring his name over and over, until I felt like I was a broken record and nothing could fix me… nothing but the orgasm Mal was sure to give me.

  He spread my pussy lips apart with his thumbs and sucked my clit in his mouth. I found myself grinding against his mouth, and he growled in response, in approval.

  “Fuck, that’s it. Yeah, that’s so it, Delilah. God, baby... yeah, work yourself on my mouth, close those pretty eyes and think of all the things I’m going to do to you, all the things you want me to do to you. Fuck... yeah, baby. Jesus, you feel so. Fucking. Good.” I couldn’t breathe, not when his dirty words were spoken as
if he couldn’t stop himself, as if eating me out drove him insane with lust. “I can imagine your tight little pussy fisting around my cock, squeezing me so damn tightly. You like that? Yeah, you like that. Look at how you’re moving against me.”

  And then I felt my climax peak right before it claimed me.

  I threw my head back and cried out in pleasure. He didn’t stop sucking on me, and that only made my orgasm seem to go on longer.

  It felt like an eternity that the pleasure consumed me, and only when I sagged against the coffee table did Mal let go of my clit. But he wasn’t done yet, not if the feel of him licking a path down my slit and pushing his tongue into my still clenching pussy was anything to go by.

  In and out, he probed my body with his tongue while he moved his thumb back to my clit and rubbed small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves. I could feel another orgasm approach, and it seemed so impossible, the energy wrung from me, my pussy still convulsing from the last climax. But regardless, my body tightened in response, in preparation.

  “God, your flavor. You’re so sweet. I could live off the taste of you.”

  I was shocked at what he said, but those few words sent pleasure through me like a freight train. The intensity of what was happening had my whole body shaking, and I closed my eyes as I let it wash through me. He gave me one last lingering kiss to my inner thigh before he stood, staring down at me, still fully dressed, but his erection monstrous and demanding attention.

  He reached down, presumably to adjust himself, and when he touched his denim-clad erection, he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “Oh God, Delilah.” His voice was guttural, hoarse.

  “Mal,” I whispered.

  He slowly opened his eyes, this hazy, almost drunk expression on his face.

  “I need you.” I took a steadying breath. “I want you.”

  He shook his head slowly, and I felt a wave of disappointment slam thorough me. Was he really going to deny me, deny us?

  “Not here.” His words had my heart skipping a beat.

  He wasn’t stopping this.

  “Let’s go to my bedroom,” I murmured, ready to push this, to tempt him even more so he was mindless with desire. I knew he wanted me as much as I did him, but I also knew he was fiercely loyal, and this probably felt like we’d crossed so many lines with me being Aiden’s sister.

  But I wanted Mal. I loved him. And I needed him now.

  11

  Delilah

  “You sure?” he asked, and I felt my heart race in anticipation. He might feel guilty, as if he were somehow betraying my brother, but he wanted me more, and that desire far outweighed anything else in this moment.

  Being with you needs to happen now, I practically heard him say.

  “Yes,” I whispered, afraid to speak loud, as if someone would hear me… as if I even cared about that.

  And then he made a low sound, grabbed my clothes, which were scattered on the floor, and took my hand. He led me out of the living room and headed upstairs. My heart was beating so hard I wondered if he heard. It’s all that sounded to me, this boom-boom, boom-boom that echoed in my ears, surrounding me.

  My hands shook, sweat breaking out over my body, anticipation this drug moving through my veins. I didn’t even care that I was naked. In fact, it turned me on, knowing I was bare, Mal fully clothed and taking me to my room so we could go to the bed… so he could fuck me.

  Oh. God.

  And then Mal stopped in front of my closed bedroom door but didn’t make any movement to open it. I tightened my hold on his hand, licking my lips and silently urging him to open it, just push the wood inward and lead me inside.

  God, take me inside, Mal.

  As if I moaned the words, he made a low sound and did what I silently wanted him to. He opened that door and pulled me inside, shutting it behind us, sealing us in. The heat jacked up high, and I felt beads of perspiration covering me, felt my nipples stab out even harder.

  The room was dark, but the curtains were open, and the light from the moon, as well as the streetlight across the street, illuminated the interior enough my eyes adjusted, and I saw clearly enough. I felt the hazy, sexual fog surrounding me, and when I faced Mal, I saw he was already watching me, this very predatory gleam in his eyes, and he looked his fill of my very naked body.

  “Look at you,” he all but purred and took a step closer, his big body making me feel especially small right now.

  His erection strained against his jeans, this long, hard length pressed against his thigh, the denim formed along the girth. We stood there in silence, the sound of our identical breathing filling the room. The arousal reflected on his face was evident, but there was another expression, and it was that one that had my breath catching.

  He looked at me as if I held his world in the palm of my hand, as if the sun set and rose around me.

  He looked at me as if I was his… everything.

  I didn’t want to think too hard on that, didn’t want to let my hopes and needs for what I wanted with Mal to lead to something that could be disappointment after this was all said and done.

  So I pushed everything away except letting my bone-deep arousal take control. “I want you so much, Mal.” I love you.

  He didn’t say anything, so I decided it was my turn to really appreciate his very male form.

  Wide shoulders led down to defined biceps and a broad, hard, and muscular chest. His abdomen spoke of how toned he was, rolling hills on his lower stomach, and a perfectly sculpted V that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

  Goosebumps popped up along my flesh, and I shivered slightly. I was getting impossibly wetter by the second, my cream coating my inner thighs, making them slick with my need.

  “How wet are you right now?” he asked in a low tone as he moved his hand down and ran his palm up his cock. My breath hitched as I watched him stroke himself through his jeans.

  “So wet,” I managed to squeak out and clenched my thighs together, but all that did was add pressure to my clit, and I gasped.

  “Come here, Delilah,” he whispered gruffly.

  My legs felt like pudding as I moved closer to him. He reached out with the hand not stroking himself, curled his fingers around the bare skin of my waist, and pulled me closer. I rested my forehead against his warm, hard chest, closing my eyes and just inhaling. God, he smelled good, his cologne—or maybe it was just his scent—driving me crazy and making me dizzy.

  “You make me feel so… out of control in my need for you.” His words were low, muffled against the top of my head. And all the while, he kept running his big palm over his equally big cock. For a moment, I just listened to the strong, steady beat of his heart right beneath my ear.

  “I’m going to ruin all other guys for you, Delilah.” His words were spoken so softly I didn't know if I heard him correctly, but it didn’t matter, because the truth was simple.

  “You’ve already ruined me for anyone else, Mal.” I pulled back and looked up at him, wanting to just bare my heart to this boy. “I only want you.” Forever. Always.

  He opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead of speaking, he dipped his head and captured my lips with his. The kiss started off slow and passion-filled, and I melted against him. I had my chest pressed to his, and no doubt he could feel how hard my nipples were. He now had both hands on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh with so much force I knew he’d leave little bruises. And God I wanted that. I wanted to look down at myself and see the physical reminder of what we’d done tonight.

  I felt bold and free and found myself reaching between our bodies to pop the button of his jeans free. He groaned against my lips, his body tensing, but he didn’t stop me. And so I started pulling the zipper down the teeth, making this loud, erotic sound in the room.

  The kiss turned hotter, more frantic the more I unzipped, and when there wasn’t anything left, he gently—but urgently—pushed my hand away and started taking the jeans off. Never once did he break the kiss.<
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  I had my arms around his shoulders, lifting up on my toes so I could kiss him just as hard as he was kissing me. I wanted to crawl up him, wrap my legs around his waist, and have his cock sink deep into my unused body.

  Still keeping his mouth latched with mine, Mal shifted so he was kicking off his jeans. And then I felt it. His hot, hard, and impossibly long length. His erection pushed against my belly, and I felt wetness slide over my skin, knowing his pre-cum came from him because he was so worked up. Just like me.

  He slipped his hands down to cup my ass, squeezing the mounds and pulling me even harder against him. His cock was wedged between us, and I didn’t miss how he pressed his hips forward, grinding himself against me. I felt like he couldn’t control himself, and that had me burning higher and needing things to progress even faster. I felt lost and frantic, and the only thing that would make me sane again was Mal.

  Mouths locked, his hands on my body, Mal backed us toward the bed. I moved backward, letting him lead me, needing him to take control. I felt the mattress hit the back of my legs and let gravity and his body take me down. I arched my back when the cold sheets hit my back, my breasts thrusting against his hard, smooth chest.

  And when Mal broke the kiss to run his tongue along my jaw and to my ear, I shook with need.

  “Let me taste you,” he groaned, and I nodded, because I couldn't find my voice.

  He moved down to latch his mouth onto one turgid peak, running his tongue along my nipple, gently scraping his teeth on the bud. I made a silent cry, my eyes rolling back in my head, my hand now tangled in his short hair.

  He alternated between breasts, and I gasped as pleasure moved through me so fiercely I knew I could climax from this sensation alone. Every pull of his lips, swipe of his tongue, and scrape of his teeth were a direct pulse to my clit.

  “Oh God,” I cried out as I felt that coil of pleasure start to grow tighter. “Mal.”