“Yeah, I know.” His hand was on my cheek. “You been dramatic all your life, but I know what this is.”
I held his gaze because if somebody had an answer to why I was acting like this over my stepbrother, I needed them to tell me two minutes ago. “What?”
“You missed me.”
“Rico, I see you every day.”
“You sleep in my bed every day, but we haven’tseeneach other since Monday.”
That was only three days.
And yet.
He smirked like he could see me connecting the dots in my head.
“Just say you missed me so I can fuck this attitude out of you and have you crying for a different reason, baby.”
He didn’t wait though. He picked me up and had my legs around his waist in one breath.
“Say it,” he commanded, sucking my bottom lip into his greedy mouth.
A sigh left me the same time I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
“I missed you.”
Rico nodded, still kissing me. “I know, baby. And I’ma take care of you so you can walk around for the rest of this function knowing you ain’t gotta worry about nobody else.”
In two steps, he backed us against the wall and had his hand under my skirt. I only had on bikini bottoms underneath and he pushed it aside with too much ease.
My clit was so demanding. Aching and throbbing. Ready for his touch.
Rico didn’t let me down. He caressed my clit with teasing strokes. “Snow if you want me to stop,” he said, reminding me of the safe word we’d picked a few days ago.
“Okay…” I gasped at the finger pressing against my lips, massaging my wetness until he finally pushed inside.
“I can fuck this pussy, Harlow?”
“Yes.” I didn’t want him to do anything but that.
Rico hummed against my throat before kissing me there. I knew I tasted like sweat and sunscreen, but he inhaled me like I was a delicacy, his lips and tongue never leaving me.
“If you let me take care of this pussy, you not getting rid of me,” he warned, adding another finger.
Shamelessly, I started grinding against his hand. This felt good. I only wanted what felt good.
“Fuck this summer shit.” He pumped his fingers faster, harder. “You hear me?”
“Y-yes.”
“You feel how wet you are right now?”
“Rico,” I moaned.
“You want your stepbrother to take care of that?”
Please.
I was begging.
