“Why are you in my house?” he asks, his voice low and curious, not at all angry like I would expect.
“Just giving our sister a little one-on-one in her bedroom.” I waggle my brows at him in a suggestive way. “You came home just in time to make it a family affair.”
He sighs as though he’s frustrated, but the fury is missing. “You never quit.”
“It’s like you don’t even know me, Voss.”
His head cants to the side, his attention keeping me pinned to the bed with the weight of his stare alone. “Actually, I’m learning that I do know you. You’re pretty easy to pick apart. Like with winning.” A devilish grin tilts his lips up. “I know you have to win in every aspect of your life except…”
Except what?
I don’t voice my words because he stuns me speechless when he places a knee on the bed next to my hip on my left and then the other one on my right side. He falls forward, his palms planting beside my head.
“Canyon.” I’m not sure if the word even leaves my mouth.
He hears because his eyes narrow, tracking the sound to my lips. I swallow in a desperate attempt to calm the insane way my heart is beating.
“Except what?” I murmur.
He lifts one hand from the bed, grabbing mine and pinning it. I stare at him in shock as he grabs the other wrist too. Testing the limits of his restraints, I try and move my hands to no avail. When I lift my hips, he sits down on me, trapping me. A needy groan escapes my throat, ragged and wild, as his body rubs against my dick in an infuriatingly teasing way.
“Except this.” His smile is vicious and victorious. “You want to be overpowered by me in this bed.”
Fuck.
This asshole just found my Achilles’ heel.
Canyon
Slow the fuck down, man.
I’m trying to talk some sense into my mind, but my dick is wide awake and calling the shots. Seriously, what the hell am I doing? I have my nemesis pinned on my bed, rubbing my ass along his straining erection.
Who’s torturing who because right now, it’s unclear.
He makes another mewling sound that has me tightening my hold on his wrists. I like that he’s trapped beneath me, unable to move. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and I’m there for it, stalking the movement like a cat chasing a toy.
Does he taste like limes?
I bet he does.
And Coke.
Dipping down, I bring my mouth to his ear. “When your dad finds out about this, he’s going to be so pissed.”
“He won’t,” he chokes out. “And if you tell him, he won’t believe you.”
Because I’m a bastard and dead set on destroying this guy, I flick my tongue out to lick the side of his neck. It’s meant to drive him insane. But holy fuck does he taste good. He groans when I suck on the flesh hard and then release him with a pop.
“Canyon,” he pleads.
Stop? Go? I don’t know…
“Mmm?” I murmur and then nip at the flesh.
“Fuck, you’re a cruel bastard.”
I roll my hips, marveling at the hiss that escapes him. My mouth once again latches onto his neck, sucking hard enough I know he’ll bruise. Pleasure curls in my stomach, making my balls feel heavy with the need to come. Tomorrow he’ll be forced to walk around with my mark on him.
“I bet you’d let me fuck you,” I taunt. I’m an evil bastard. “I bet you’d let me pull your jeans down, flip you over, and shove my dick inside your tight hole.”
“Canyon…” His growl is nearly furious, and he bucks his needy cock up, chasing the friction my body provides.
“Maybe your hole isn’t tight at all. Hmm? You let the whole track team fuck you?”
“The football team too,” he throws back. “In fact, you’re the only one who hasn’t fucked me.”
His words shouldn’t piss me off, but they do. I know he’s fucking with me, but it agitates me all the same.
“They’re not allowed to anymore.” I bite his earlobe. “You belong to me.”
“Right now, in this bed, is the only time I’ll belong to you.”
A thrill shoots down my spine because though it’s an argument, he half agreed to something I didn’t realize I wanted. His complete submission.
“Are you going to tell everyone at school you let me fuck you bare?” I suck on his neck again. “Because when I have you, it’ll be bare.”
I’m not going to fuck him.
I’m not.
But taunting him seems to drive him insane, which is the goal.
“How do I know you’re negative?” he murmurs, turning his head slightly so my lips brush along his cheek.
“I haven’t fucked anyone in over a year,” I admit. “I’ve been tested since then.”
“Not even Naomi?”
“She didn’t want to.”
“Didn’t take you for the gentlemanly type.”
“I’m only an asshole to you.”
He moans when I lick his neck again. The sound reverberates to my dick, and it strains in my jeans.
It’s all talk.
To get inside his head so I can fuck him over.
Or just fuck him…
“Canyon, please,” he begs. “I need…”
“What, Wonderland?” I lift up so I can see his face. “Tell me. Do you want to come?”
His fathomless mahogany eyes are hooded as he nods. I can’t help but drop my stare to his parted, pink lips as his breath comes out unevenly. Would he make those same keening sounds if I was buried deep inside him?
Not. Fucking. Alister.
“Beg to come, Alis. Beg, and I’ll make it good for you.”
“Please, please, oh fuck, please.”
Satisfaction thrums through me at his obedience. I reward him by rubbing along his dick until his breathing grows sharp and ragged. The moment he loses control and comes, a soft moan rasps from his throat. My own dick throbs painfully with the need to release.
I’m going insane because I imagine for a second pulling my dick out and painting his plump lips with my pre-cum. I release one of his hands to reach for the button on my jeans.
“Canny!” Carrie shrieks from behind me. “Don’t beat him up! I invited him here!”
I freeze, the lust fog lifting and revealing to me what exactly I’m doing. Grinding against my enemy. Jesus fuck.
“We’re just goofing around,” I croak out, releasing him to fall onto my chest beside him on the bed so my sister doesn’t see my ridiculous hard-on. “Calm down.”
“Wrestling,” Alis rushes out and then rolls away from me to his side to hide his own discomfort. “I, uh, need to get home. Maybe we can practice another day.”
The room goes silent aside from the soft panting of Alis and me. Carrie lets out a sigh, mutters something under her breath, and leaves, shutting the door behind her.
I can’t look at him.
I sure as fuck can’t face what I just did with him.
“Either you take the walk of shame with a wet spot on your pants, or you borrow something of mine,” I grunt out. “Top drawer are some shorts.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to slow my racing heart. It’s even more difficult to convince my dick it doesn’t need to come. My balls are blue as fuck right now.