He kissed me, soft but possessive, dragging my bottom lip out with his teeth. I jerked away, digging my nails into his upper arms as my heart hammered in my chest.
“Damon, fuck off,” I bit out.
But he tightened his fist in my hair, brushing my lips with his. “Every time I was alone, I stroked my cock, seeing you in my head and taking it like a good girl.”
I darted out my hand and took his neck in my fingers, squeezing as hard as I could and trying to push him away from my mouth.
He laughed as if he didn’t notice. “You never told Michael what happened that night, did you?”
“How do you know I haven’t?” I growled, baring my teeth.
He pushed his head in closer. “Because he would’ve killed me already.”
I clenched my fingers around his neck, digging in my nails. “Then maybe I will tell him,” I threatened. “Now take your hands off me, Asshole.”
“Enough.”
Michael.
I sucked in a breath, and Damon shot his eyes up over my head at the deep command.
I breathed hard, watching him sneer as he probably debated whether or not to challenge his friend.
I couldn’t keep up. Two hours ago they seemed on the same page, and now Michael was reeling him in.
Damon finally released me, pushing me away, and I caught sight of the half-moon marks I’d made on his neck. He was bleeding, and I couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction that coursed through my chest.
Good. Maybe it wouldn’t deter him, and maybe it would even turn him on, but he now knew I’d fight back. That was worth the risk of inciting him.
He left the cave, and I turned around, not even having to force myself to relax. I felt stronger already.
“You like all that attention, don’t you?” Michael pinned me with a hard stare. “How badly are you begging for it, Rika? Does it even matter who gives it to you?”
I laughed to myself, climbing the small steps up to the spacious stone bank. “Ask Trevor,” I taunted, pulling my hair up into a ponytail and very aware of how his eyes scaled down my wet body. “Even he couldn’t keep up with how much I needed it. All the time. God, I love to fuck.”
He tipped his chin down, a sick grin spreading across his face. Walking over to me, he backed me up into the cave wall, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, lifting his rocks glass.
I hesitated for only a moment. I wouldn’t let him see me falter. Little scared, timid Rika who couldn’t manage to take a step without permission? She was gone.
I tipped my head back, opening my mouth.
Michael poured a drab of his brown drink into my waiting mouth, and I swallowed it, careful to hide the pain of the burn as it coursed down my throat.
“Tell me more,” he urged, a challenge in his eyes.
I held his stare, diving in as I leaned against the wall, eyeing him. “I’d suck him off in the morning,” I told him, keeping my voice low and steady, “taking him down my throat and getting him so hard, so I could ride his dick before school.”
“Yeah?” Michael egged me on, a fire starting to burn in his eyes as he lifted the glass again. “Keep going.”
I leaned my head back again, opening my mouth for the sip.
Swallowing it, I continued, softening my voice, “He’d make me come so good,” I cooed. “His hands were all over my body, squeezing my tits as he bent me over the couch while your mother was in the next room.” I hooded my eyes, seeing his gaze drop to my mouth as I licked my lips. “He had to put his hand over my mouth when I came, because it was so fucking hot I couldn’t stop screaming.”
“Mmm…” He responded, tipping up the glass again to feed me more and then setting it down.
“And his dick is built for my ass,” I went on, curling the corner of my lips and playing with him. “When he slides it in, he owns me.”
“Is that right?” Michael asked lightly, thinning his eyelids and wrapping one arm around my waist, holding my face with the other. “Tell me more.” His breath fell across my lips. “I want to know everything my brother doesn’t do to you, you little liar.”
My chest shook with having him so close. I could almost taste his mouth. I parted my lips, feeling him hover, feeling him about to take his bite, and I fucking craved it.
Michael.
“After he comes,” he whispered, “and after he leaves you, leaves you wanting more and wanting everything you know only I can give you”—he snatched up my bottom lip between his teeth and let go—“is it my cock you think of when you slide those fingers in your pussy?”
I groaned, a rush of warmth hitting between my thighs, and my clit throbbed so hard, I had to be wet.
“Sometimes,” I admitted in a whisper, forcing myself to hold his eyes.
He cocked his head. “Sometimes?”
I nodded.
His glare hardened, and I knew he felt challenged.
My heart raced, beating faster and faster, and I didn’t know if my gamble was a huge mistake.
I only ever thought of him. Every fantasy, every orgasm…
Every time I was alone and touched myself, I only ever pictured him, his gorgeous eyes and body pinning me to a bed.
Or to a couch, a table, or the floor. It was always Michael.
But he had gotten my attention for far too long, and it was time for him to get jerked around. He wanted to play? I could play.
“Why did you lie to Jake?” he asked, suddenly changing the subject. “You watched the games in high school. You were at every one of my games.”