I enter her mouth with my tongue, touching the tip of hers with mine in a fleeting contact, retreating before I dare again to trace the edges of her tongue with mine. I hold back on purpose and the kiss tastes even sweeter when she chases me. Yes, Kaya, tell yourself that you don’t want me but your mouth is telling a completely different story.
Our kiss deepens and I cup the back of her head with one hand, tilting her slightly back to get better access and I love how Kaya isn’t an aggressive kisser but she’s just the right combination of sweet and daring. We kiss as if we were fighting a war that’s impossible to win, my other hand skims down her shoulder and reaches the edge of her toga beginning to trace the profile of her tit.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she gasps breaking the kiss and reeling back but she has nowhere to go because her back is already against the sink.
“One of us has to kiss the other at chest level, remember? So that’s what I was doing. I’m going to lick and suck and bite on those beautiful, hard nipples of yours.”
She shakes her head but I can’t keep myself from smiling at the sight of the aforementioned nipples as they stiffen even more under her toga. “The fuck you are. It says one of the participants has to kiss the other at chest level. So I’m gonna kiss you.” She doesn’t leave me any time to argue, lowering my sheet to expose my chest.
Bloody hell, this is why I like this girl so much, she looks at my hard, defined chest, her eyes skimming over the taut, sculpted muscles and I know she likes what she sees but a little smirk appears on her luscious lips. “Do you really have your fucking family crest tattooed above your heart?” Her tone is incredulous, slightly teasing.
“Of course, babe. I’m very proud to be the next Lord Wellesley. It’s my birthright. I guess it’s something you Americans don’t quite understand.”
If she couldn’t be any bloody sexier, Kaya lowers her head and I feel her lips trace the edges of my tattoo. I don’t know why she’s doing it but I doubt she has an idea of how fucking hot that is. Of how impossibly hard she’s making me. If this were any other girl, I’d grab her, spin her around to bend her over the sink and fuck her until she screamed my name so hard that she’d be voiceless for days afterwards. But this isn’t any girl and I can’t risk squandering this chance by overplaying my hand.
“That’s so bloody hot,” I inform her once she lifts her head to look back into my eyes.
“Whatever,” she dismisses me, “that’s the second item on your stupid list done.”
“Well thank you,” I say honestly, “I really enjoyed it.” I lift her up and hoist her onto the sink, spreading her legs with a fluid, confident movement and beginning to move her short toga with my hands, inching up, toward her thighs.
“Oliver, what the—”
“Next item on our list,” I explain. “Under the belt activity.”
“What are you doing?” Her voice comes out in a breathy rush and I brush my lips on hers again before sinking down on my knees and disclosing my plan.
“I’m going to go down on you now Kaya, I’m going to lick and suck and even bite your pussy until you come.”
“No.” Her voice is firm and I know that I’ve pushed my luck. I can still see the desire burning in her emerald green eyes but I know she won’t let me taste her, not yet.
“Why not?” I provoke her but her voice is confident if a little unsteady.
“I have a boyfriend, Oliver.”
This is what this girl does to me, she makes me literally lose my mind. “And who would that be?” I ask.
She looks at me as if I were crazy. “You know I’m dating Bryce.”
I stand up, getting closer to her again, getting my lips so close to hers that we’re almost touching. “Right. So Bryce is the official one. Kaya I know you aren’t monogamous, darling. I’ve seen you with Parker and Chase. All I want right now is to make you feel good.”
And she looks conflicted. Her voice is firm but I see the desire burning in her eyes when she turns me down again. “You aren’t going down on me, Oliver. I have a boyfriend.”
This is what drives me crazy about this girl, she isn’t just gorgeous, she’s a challenge and I want to win. “We’re still having to complete this challenge, unless you want to fail your pledge task.” I warn her.
“You aren’t going down on me, Oliver. It’s non-negotiable.”
“Challenge accepted.” I attack her lips again and this time I’m more aggressive, parting her mouth with my tongue and doing to her mouth what I’d do to her pussy if she said yes.
Of course for as much as I love provoking Kaya and getting a rise out of her, I can’t risk her being rejected as a pledge or I’d lose almost every opportunity to see her. I don’t even think about the risk of losing the wager with my stepsister. “You know what?” I say against her mouth, sucking on her bottom lip and scraping my teeth against it. “I’ve got you, Kaya. We’ll finish the challenge without me even having to touch you or take this toga off of you.” Her eyes are glazed over as I don’t give her the chance to use any words and begin kissing her again. I grab her hips and pull her closer to me. Her soft chest comes into contact with mine, I can feel her nipples straining against me through the thin sheet of the toga. As I keep delving into her mouth, tasting her and feasting on her, my hands slide underneath her thighs and I tip her slightly forward until our hips meet and she can feel my steely hard-on through the thin fabric of the toga.
And so I keep kissing her savagely, aware that if I stop again, she might not let me do it again, aware of the time ticking and our seven minutes quickly running out.
I rub my hardness against her soft center, through the sheets that still cover us and I smile against her lips when she gasps into my mouth. I thrust again and again, still owning her mouth, making love to it the same way I would if she let me take that sheet off of her.
Her breathing becomes faster with every thrust, her chest heaving as my hands grip her thighs so tight that my knuckles turn white. I stop when she shudders in my arms and that’s when I finally break the kiss. I could keep going, I could get off too but this isn’t what I wanted to achieve tonight. I know she thought about our kiss during that party game, I thought about it too. I want to get permanent residence in her head, I want her to think about me the same way I think about her.
“Your seven minutes are up!” my stepsister announces and I help Kaya off the counter, making sure that her legs support her.
“See angel? Mission accomplished. We did something below the belt,” I say tucking a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She doesn’t look me in the eyes but I can tell she’ll remember these seven minutes for a long time.
16.
Dive In
Kaya
SOFT LIPS DESCEND FROM my neck to my shoulder, leaving a trail of tremors on my sensitive skin.
They glide down with effortless smoothness, letting a tongue touch me sometimes and delivering the occasional scrape of teeth on my sensitive skin.
My nipples are aching, hard, straining against the bedsheet that covers me and when those lips close around one of them, I can’t stifle a desperate moan.
That mouth begins a sweet torture by licking, sucking and biting on my nipple and the exquisite sensation travels all the way down between my legs where I’m throbbing with a need that overshadows everything else.
I gasp in disappointment when the lips leave my nipples. That felt so good and I miss that delicious contact but the kisses haven’t stopped, they just travel down my ribs, my waist, my stomach. Strong hands grip my hips, keeping me from squirming and it feels like seconds and ages at the same time when that mouth lands on my most sensitive spot.
The lips feel so impossibly soft and gentle on my heated skin and a myriad of sparks explode and scatter over my nerve endings when the tip of a tongue is added to the mix. That mouth knows where to kiss, how much pressure to apply, when to lick and when to suck. It knows exactly where I need to be touched, where my nerve endings are burnin
g up for more.
And the teasing is over, the mouth clamps on the sensitive bundle of nerves in my center and while the lips rub against my skin with each open mouthed kiss, a gentle suction begins. It’s soft at first, I almost think that I’m imagining but then it increases in intensity and it feels so good, so good that it almost hurts.
“Oh God! Oliv—”
I wake up with a suffocated scream and as my eyes open, I meet a pair of gorgeous jade green eyes that peek at me from between my legs.
It isn’t Oliver. Why in the world would I ever think it was Oliver in my bed? But that’s who the lips in the dream belonged to and my cheeks burn with guilt and embarrassment as I look into Bryce’s eyes.
I’m fucked up. So, so fucked up.
“Good morning sweet stuff,” he says gently, those eyes boring into me because I know he heard me.
“Bryce, I—” Why in the world was I dreaming about Oliver? I don’t even like the fucking guy.
“I’m going to go down on you now Kaya, I’m going to lick and suck and even bite your pussy until you come.”
His words last night ring in my ears. How did he get under my skin?
“Bryce, I was having a dream. I’m sorry, I don’t really know what the fuck is wrong with me.”
And my boyfriend surprises me one more time by sliding up by the pillows and taking me in his arms. He saw the video of me and Oliver in that bathroom last night. It wasn’t that obvious that I had an orgasm when Oliver was grinding against me. His body mostly covered mine but Bryce has seen me come apart many times, he knows the way I look ... he knows. So do Parker and Chase.
“Do you like him, Kaya?”
His tone is serious but he doesn’t sound pissed off, I don’t get it. I know that my guys all hate Oliver because of how he got the Gamma presidency and because let’s face it, his superior attitude rubs a lot of people the wrong way.
I’d never lie to Bryce, nor to any of my guys so I fess up. “I don’t like him. I actually really dislike him. I think he’s a pompous, stuck up, asshole. But there’s also something about him ... I know a huge part of it is that he’s almost too good looking to be true. And I’m sorry, you are so fucking hot. And so are Chase and Parker. I’m not saying that he’s better looking, I—”
Bryce drags his fingers down my cheek in a soft caress, looking still calm. “As I said to you at the lake, Kaya, I understand. The fact that you have boyfriends, doesn’t mean that you have to walk with a blindfold over your eyes. And we told you, we understand the pledging thing and we knew when you decided to pledge that shit like last night would happen. Look, I’ve had some kind of sexual interaction with most of your future sisters and so have Parker and Chase. Actually a few of them graduated but when we pledged we were all single and we took advantage of the ‘party games’.
I don’t speak for a beat, still fighting the guilt that’s lodged like a massive weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe. “Yeah, but you were single. It didn’t matter, did it? I don’t like Oliver but I’d be lying if I said that I don’t feel attracted to him. He’s everything I normally despise in people but he’s good looking and smart. Easy to talk to when he isn’t playing his stupid games. This doesn’t mean that I want him though. Or that I want to do something about this weird attraction I feel for him.”
Again, Bryce gets it. “Look, this is why your mother wanted you to pledge the Zetas. She wants you to enter a serious relationship without regrets. Without feeling like there might be something else out there or someone that—”
“But Bryce, I’m in love with you, Parker and Chase. I—” He places a soft kiss on my lips.
“I know. And we’re in love with you. But you know, sweet stuff, the guys and I talked about it after your birthday. We know that until last summer, until we started hanging out, you hadn’t really had a lot of experience with relationships. Yes you’d kissed a few boys but that was hardly dating. Look, we feel like your mom isn’t completely wrong. The guys and I ran quite wild for a long time, until we fell for you, really. So I’m not saying to go and hook up with Oliver but ...”
What is he saying?
“I’m saying that we want you to choose us. With your eyes wide open. Choose us because we’re what you want, not because we’re all you know. And I appreciate your honesty about your feelings. I trust you, Kaya. We trust you.”
I still feel like they’re letting me off too easy and I tell him that. “So you aren’t mad about those seven minutes?”
Bryce considers it for a moment. “At you? No, I’m not mad at you. Seriously, I’m not. I mean, if a girl gave me a handjob during a party game, if she were any good at it, I’d come too. It’s a physical thing, it wouldn’t mean that I’d want to be with that girl. I’m not a pledge, so it’s a lot easier for me to say no than it is for you. Am I mad at Oliver? Fuck, yeah. I’m convinced that he rigged the games to have those seven minutes with you because you wouldn’t give him the time of day. And pursuing a brother’s girlfriend the way he is, is totally uncool. But he’s clever and he made it look totally casual, so I couldn’t really say anything. As for you, Kaya, you’re here in bed with me, right? You aren’t in the cabin next door in Oliver’s bed. And that’s all me and the guys ask of you. Be honest about your feelings. Doing stuff like last night isn’t cheating but if you ever felt like you wanted to explore things with someone other than us or Reid, please come to us about it before you act on it. To me love makes sense if you choose it every day. I know what I want but you’re younger and I’m prepared to let you figure out what you want. Our relationship might look more complicated because there are more people in it, but it isn’t any different than if it were just the two of us. Temptations are a part of life. And you know what? Maybe it’s even good that Oliver got you off in that bathroom. You get that ‘what if’ feeling out of your system. Just be honest if you decide that he’s what you want, it’s all I and the guys ask.”
Kaya
THE CONVERSATION WITH Bryce echoes in my ears for most of the day. I love him and the others all the more for being this understanding. I know it mustn’t be easy to see me kiss another guy even if it’s a party game. When I kissed Oliver for the first time that party game had Reid kiss some of the pledges and, even if God knows that Reid and I aren’t even friends, I wanted to kill every single one of those pledges. Like I want to kill my sorority president these days. I know that Reid spent the night in her cabin and I try to sit far away from them at breakfast as she’s practically sitting in his lap. They aren’t kissing but watching her feed him pancakes definitely kills my appetite.
If I’m honest with myself, the thing with Oliver is just physical attraction. I’d never felt it before without some kind of feelings for the object of it and I think this is why it is so confusing. I don’t know how I would react to Oliver if I were single but the reason I’m with my guys isn’t just because I said yes to being their girlfriend. The reason is that I love them, that they’re a part of me. And nothing can change that. No attraction for a hot asshole and not even the fact that one of the parts of my heart is missing. I love my guys with all my heart and that’s not going to change.
The first full day of the cruise has us cruising around Catalina. We spend the morning visiting the island and I have a lot of fun exploring it with Bryce’s hand in mine. I feel Oliver’s gaze on me a few times but I choose to ignore him and I’m glad to report that it doesn’t cost me any special effort. Ok, I had a dirty dream about him but I have dirty dreams about my favorite Hollywood stars too. That doesn’t mean much.
As we return to the Queen Rena, the party games start again.
I really suck at beer pong and the only reason why I’m not steaming drunk after three rounds is that by sheer luck I get teamed up with Chase and he’s a total pro at it. He makes every shot.
“Ok Zetas and Gammas.” Valeria rallies us up on the top deck in the late afternoon as we’re anchored by a little cove with crystal blue waters. “The captain has a little traditio
n on the Queen Rena. The diving competition. We obviously decided to make this into a pledge challenge. We have two teams: brothers and sisters, and Pledges. We’ll all jump in the water from the top deck and the captain and crew will judge each of us. There are some pretty embarrassing costumes in the captain’s closet. The losing team will be wearing them all evening and photos will be posted on the Gammas and Zetas social media. So, do your best.”
People line up, climbing on the railing that surrounds the top deck and one by one, they jump into the water. I’m standing at the end of the line and I know I need to say something but my throat is closed in a vise of terror and my palms are sweating and I can’t utter a word. I’m terrified of heights.
I observe Chase, Reid, Bryce and Parker jump, their powerful bodies incredibly graceful as they enter the limpid blue water with barely any splashes.
The captain and the crew cheer us on and show score cards after each diver. The chief stew is noting down scores.
“Go on Kaya, you’re up.” Oliver and Valeria are the only other people left on the deck aside from the crew and when I’m prompted to go, I instinctively take a step back. I have to attempt to talk swallowing several times, until I finally manage a shaky “I can’t.”
Valeria looks annoyed. “What do you mean you can’t? You have to or you’ll fail the task. There’s no way around it.”
I shake my head. “I’m terrified of heights. I’ll do anything else but not this.” Yeah, seriously. I’d blow every brother and crew member – not really, eww – but seriously I’d lick the teak of every deck or clean toilets with my toothbrush, anything rather than plummet to my death hundreds of feet into the deep water.
Valeria has a hard light in her hazel eyes. “Kaya, I’m sorry. I like you, you know that. We’re almost family,” she says and I ignore the reference to her hopes to become official with Reid. “But my hands are tied. There’s no alternative tasks. You jump or you’re out.” And with a nonchalant shrug of her slim shoulders, she climbs on the railing and dives into the water.
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