“You know that I love you, babe. But you also know—”
She scoffs.
“Yeah, whatever! You don’t believe in love. Not romantic love, sex yes but love is all a lie and yada, yada, yada.”
I rub myself against her again, making her squirm.
“You know I respect you too much to lie to you, sis.”
She snaps at me. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your sister, even if our parents adopted us when they married. And you’re not doing me in the ass, period. I want to be loved, and get engaged and married. And I’m keeping my last virginity for that.”
I smirk. “Ah, Valeria! A fucking challenge. You should know better than that.”
She won’t budge but I know her too well not to get what I want ...eventually.
“All right. What if we made this fun and worth it for the both of us?”
She looks curious. “Ok, I’m interested.”
Gotcha! The future Lord Wellesley always gets what he wants, one way or the other.
“What about a wager?”
She narrows her eyes, probably expecting some kind of trap. “What kind of wager?”
I explain. “Let’s see who between us is better at seduction. If by the end of the school year, you have Reid Hudson propose to you, I’ll do whatever you want. No questions asked. But if I get Kaya to agree to be my girlfriend, I’ll have that last virginity you’ve been saving.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “Anything?”
I nod. “Anything, luv. I’ll bloody marry you, even. But Reid needs to be head over heels and there needs to be an engagement party.”
She thinks about it and in typical Valeria fashion, she tries to push my hand to get a more favorable deal. “But it sounds unfair that you just need to get her to date you, but I have to get engaged.”
I smack her ass again, teasing her opening with my tip. “No luv, it’s only fair. Kaya has a boyfriend, but Reid is single. So I say we have an equal challenge. What do you say?”
I push inside her, just the tip, making her push herself closer but denying her what she wants.
“Ok, deal. But now fuck me, Ollie, please.”
I oblige happily, plunging into her wet heat and thrusting hard, rubbing her most sensitive spot with the pad of my thumb and enjoying the rush of power when she comes all over me, writhing and screaming my name.
I keep my punishing rhythm until I feel myself getting closer and closer to a much needed release. When I finally come, I close my eyes, imagining it’s Kaya naked underneath me.
I don’t know how I’ll win the bet but I will. Oliver Wellesley always gets what he wants.
8.
Together
Kaya
“THIS CAKE IS ABSOLUTELY delicious!” I gush putting the last bite of it in my mouth and chewing with my eyes closed.
Mom ordered my favorite cake in the whole world: yellow sponge filled with a white chantilly cream and pieces of fresh strawberries, covered in whipped cream and decorated with strawberries and profiteroles filled with more chantilly. The edge of the cake is encrusted with chopped toasted almonds and hazelnuts.
We cut the cake at lunch time after a hearty BBQ but I’m enjoying it much more now in the late afternoon with a cup of tea.
Our guests left about an hour ago thanking us for a lovely weekend and promising to reciprocate our hospitality soon.
The guys and I were getting ready to drive back to school too since we have classes tomorrow morning but Mom insisted on having another piece of cake and how could I say no to this deliciousness.
“Would you like a piece to take home with you? For breakfast?”
I smile and nod, still chewing on my last bite.
Mom leaves the room to go and pack some cake and I’m left with Chase, Bryce and Parker, since Dustin and Reid needed to talk in the study about some business stuff.
“You have some whipped cream on your lip,” Parker says with a smile but when I reach out for a napkin to clean myself, he shakes his head and whispers. “Allow me ...” And he leans over and uses his mouth to clean me up.
That turns into a sweet kiss with Parker nibbling at my mouth, holding my face with both hands.
We’re interrupted by Chase clearing his throat. “Guys will you cut it out? Karen will be back any second.” His blue eyes are dark and intense as his gaze is intent on us.
I’m about to apologize but Bryce tells Chase to lighten up.
“They’re fine, dude. If anyone, you should understand. I guess you two had a good time last night?”
He winks at me and I nod, blushing at the memory of the night I spent with Parker, feeling the delicious soreness that reminds me that it wasn’t just a super hot dream.
The minute I’d closed my bedroom door behind me, I was in Parker’s arms, his lips taking mine in a deep, passionate kiss.
We’d been talking all night, opening our hearts, sharing secrets, confronting obstacles and revealing feelings, so I loved the fact that we no longer needed any words.
I’d been dreaming about being with him for weeks, not daring to try my luck because I felt guilty. Now the guilt was gone and all that was left was love, excitement and desire.
Our clothes came off piece by piece, slowly as we explored each other’s bodies touching and tasting.
Being with Parker was different from being with Chase. For as much as my feelings for the tall, quiet, dark haired boy were newer than the ones for my stepbrother, they were just as intense but way less complicated.
Parker got me in a way that the others didn’t. He understood the more contemplative, reserved part of me. He always protected me. Solid and steady, gentle and sexy, Parker was the one I’d trusted from the very beginning.
His lips traveled down my neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His kisses were soft and just slightly wet and I held my breath in anticipation of them landing on my breasts. My nipples were aching with need and my heart was beating hard and fast as my eyes followed Parker’s torturously slow descent. He kissed my collarbone, the swell of my breasts but just when I thought he’d finally take one of my nipples into his mouth, he just continued to kiss his way down my body.
I gasped, disappointed, slightly squirming as Parker kissed the soft skin of my stomach, still relentlessly inching his way down.
When he started kissing between my legs, using his soft lips and the tip of his tongue to part me and searching for my most sensitive spot, I moaned, squirming impatiently.
“Parker,” I panted. “This isn’t what I want. I want you inside me.”
He lifted his head, his bright grey eyes meeting mine. “And you’ll get what you want, K. But I need to make sure that you’re ready for it.”
“I’m ready,” I cried out, drunk with need, making him chuckle.
“I love you when you’re impatient. You’re so fucking cute.”
I reacted with a noise between a moan and a snarl. “I don’t want to be cute, Parker. I want to be sexy.”
His smile died on his lips, his face turning suddenly serious. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, K. You made me hard earlier on just by eating ice cream. I just wanted to eat it off your hot body.”
I smiled, trying to slide down on the mattress to align our bodies for what I wanted to do, but his hands kept me in place with a tight grip on my hips. “Kaya, how many times have you and Chase had sex?” I squirmed but answered his question. “Just once. The night he beat Marc.”
He nodded. “Ok. And that was your first time, right?”
I was starting to grow frustrated with his reluctance and a little worried that he was stalling because he’d changed his mind and was mad at me after all.
“Yeah, why?”
“It’s been a few weeks. I’m just trying to make you ready for me. It might still hurt and I couldn’t forgive myself if I ever caused you pain. Part of getting you ready is making sure that you come before I get inside you. So now I’m going down on you, sexy girl. And you’re gonna come for me. An
d only after that, I’ll take you and make you come again. Trust me?”
I nodded, if there was someone I trusted completely it was definitely Parker. So I relaxed as he worked me with his tongue, tormenting my sensitive skin and making my whole body come alight with sensation.
Each swipe of his tongue on the tight bundle of nerves in my center felt better than the previous one and I felt myself drifting closer and closer to the edge, my breathing becoming fast and shallow.
Parker kept lapping at me with his eyes fixed onto mine, watching me writhe under him. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he clamped his mouth over my center, taking that sensitive bud into his mouth and sucking hard, tipping me over the edge and making me shatter into a million pieces as a violent wave of pleasure made everything around me disappear. Parker kept sucking and licking drawing my pleasure out as long as possible, until I begged him to stop when I felt so sensitive that it became almost painful.
Parker held me in his arms giving me time to come down from my high.
I could feel him steel hard against my thigh and even though I had just had an intense orgasm, I was still throbbing with need for him.
I looked into his gorgeous grey eyes and a slow smile appeared on his lips.
“Watching you come is the hottest thing in the world, K. I’ll never grow tired of it.” His lips found mine again and I could feel his hunger, his desire for me in the hot way his tongue swiped against mine.
My hand closed around his hard length and I began stroking him slowly, enjoying the feeling of him growing harder and harder in my grasp.
“You need to quit doing that, sexy. Or you’ll really have to wait to have me inside you because you’re gonna finish me off.”
I giggled, toying with the idea of continuing to touch him, drunk with the powerful feeling of having him so hard in my hand.
But Parker sat up straight on the bed, lifting me and guiding my thighs around his waist until I was straddling him.
Looking at him this way, I had an instant of hesitation.
“What’s wrong, Kaya?”
There was no way of dancing around the subject, so I blurted it out. “You’re fucking huge, Parker.”
He smirked, obviously proud of his impressive size but then becoming immediately serious when he met my eyes. “Did you change your mind, K? Because if you did, it’s totally fine. We don’t have to—”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not that,” I said with my eyes still fixed on his huge, hard cock. “I still want to make love to you. I’m just a little unsure that all of that will fit inside me.”
“It will. But we’ll go slow and this is why I wanted to prepare you,” he said chuckling and dragging two fingers over me, teasing my opening and beaming appreciatively when he found me soaking wet.
He grabbed my hips again aligning me with his hard shaft, so that I was hovering over him. His huge hands were on my hips but his grip was gentle, more there to support me than to keep me from moving.
I looked into his eyes finding them full of desire and that made my heart flutter in my chest. I really wanted this, my heart was in this as much as my body because I loved Parker.
So I started lowering myself onto him, realizing that Parker had suggested this position to let me be in complete control. Like this, I could allow him inside me at my own pace, giving my body time to accommodate his huge size.
This wasn’t my first time but Parker was right that it might still hurt and I was surprised to feel the same tearing sensation I had my first time. For a second the pain was almost too much, as if my body was screaming at this unfamiliar and foreign intrusion. But I persevered, taking Parker in inch by inch and stopping only when my inner thighs rubbed against his hips and our crotches were almost flush together.
I paused for a second, looking into his eyes again and getting lost in their depths. I loved the way Parker looked at me, as if he really saw me and he loved everything in front of him. My insecurities, my goofiness, my stubborn side.
His eyes skimmed all over my body like a slow caress and I didn’t feel the same dissatisfied doubt that often assailed me whenever I looked at myself in a mirror. I knew I didn’t have a perfect body, my breasts were probably a bit bigger than necessary, I didn’t have abs muscles but a bit more softness than required on and around my tummy. But the way he looked at me made me feel perfect, beautiful and sexy. He made me feel like I was made for him, my body as much as my heart and now they were both his.
“Are you ok?” he whispered shifting slightly on the mattress, the movement causing him to sink inside me even deeper.
I nodded and my inner muscles spasmed around his hard shaft, making him close his eyes and inhale deeply.
I knew I should begin moving and at first it felt awkward and I had to admit that moving up and down his length didn’t really do much for me.
“How does it feel? Is this good for you, K?” Parker’s eyes were probing and my first instinct had been to tell him what I thought he wanted to hear but I decided against it. I knew that Parker wanted me to be honest.
“It’s ok. It doesn’t hurt but it doesn’t feel particularly good either.”
He nodded. “Ok. Look, the way you’re moving is fine but I want you to find out what feels good to you. Just try moving differently and see if something is good.”
“What about you?” I asked and he smiled.
“Kaya, being inside you feels beyond perfect. It’s tight, wet, warm and so soft. It feels like being in the best hug I’ve ever gotten. So let’s see what you like and trust me, I’ll show you what works for me and I’ll get mine. But I need to start with you.”
So I began experimenting with different angles and different kinds of movements, until I rocked my hips while I was only slightly leaning on him. A surprised gasp escaped my lips as a zing of pleasure zapped from my center all the way up my spine. At this angle the base of his shaft rubbed against my most sensitive spot with every movement and moving this way didn’t require quite as much energy as it did bouncing up and down like I had been doing in the beginning.
“Oh God,” I moaned doing it again and again, starting to chase that sensation and instinctively tightening my inner muscles in sync with my rocking motion.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” Parker groaned. “That, that’s ...”
I kept rocking my hips the same way, getting into a steady rhythm and pushing myself and Parker closer and closer to the edge. Until he couldn’t keep still any longer and thrust his hips up, tightening his grip on my hips.
I let out a desperate moan, rocking my hips harder and eliciting another thrust from Parker. Our eyes were locked in a similar embrace as our bodies and we kept moving together and looking at each other until Parker grunted, “Kaya, I’m gonna come. I— Fuck!”
He pushed his hips up one last time and that was enough to send me spiraling up, exploding into a series of frantic spasms made more intense by the feeling of the warm gushes of pleasure that hit my insides.
We kept moving until I collapsed on his chest, invaded by a pleasant exhaustion.
“Kaya, did you hear what I just said?”
Mom’s voice brings me back to the present and I blush, caught thinking about last night. Thankfully she can’t know what I was thinking, so I apologize kicking Parker under the table at the same time when he chuckles at my embarrassment.
“Sorry Mom, I was distracted. I was thinking about tomorrow’s classes.”
Now Bryce and Chase have matching amused smiles that I’d really like to wipe off their faces by kicking them too but I decide to ignore them instead.
“I packed a little extra cake in case you want to share it with Bryce.”
Reid
DAD CLOSES THE DOOR to his study behind me and invites me to sit at the mini boardroom table on the far side of the room.
Yesterday he and Lord Wellesley let Oliver, Chase and I sit in on their meeting while they negotiated the purchase of over thirty luxury super yachts for his charter company.
He required certain special specifications and was willing to pay for them.
Oliver and I are both majoring in business, so we were involved in that side of the discussion. While Chase is majoring in nautical engineering, so he was interested in the technical and building aspect of the deal.
“Is everything decided then?” I ask accepting the scotch Dad pours in two crystal tumblers.
He shakes his head. “Unfortunately not. Henry has another prospective contractor from the UK who is offering a competitive deal, despite the exchange rate between pound and dollar being an advantage for us.”
I take a sip of scotch, considering the situation. “Is there anything that would sway him toward us?”
Dad shrugs. “I’m not entirely sure, son. I think our boats are superior in design and technologically more advanced than our competitor’s. But one of the deciding factors for Henry will be how fast we can deliver thirty yachts. He wants them no later than next summer, ready for the charter seasons in the Med.”
I let out a surprised whistle. “Goddam! That’s in less than twelve months. More like nine months, actually. Do we have the capability to fulfill that order so quickly?”
He nods. “It would be a strain. But it could be done. Chase is coming with me to Star Cove next weekend to talk to our engineers there. He suggested some modifications to our building bays that could actually make a huge difference.”
I nod. “Do you need me to come along too?”
Dad shakes his head. “No, son. I need you to work a slightly different angle.”
Dad explains that Lord Wellesley values tradition and long standing relationships in business and that unfortunately could be an advantage for the other company because he and the CEO attended Eton together.
I catch on pretty quickly. “But Chase, Oliver and I are all Gammas.”
He confirms with a nod. “Yeah, that’s lucky for us. I saw some tension between you guys, I guess the whole presidency election might have sparked some rivalries?”
I chuckle sarcastically. “Yeah, you could say that.” I explain how Oliver practically ambushed me and how he had bought the brothers’ support with a lavish party the weekend before, while we were still in Star Cove.
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