Illicit (Perfect for them Book 2)

by Melissa Adams

  “I trust you, Reid. I know you never meant to hurt me.”

  “I love you, Kaya,” he says against my mouth erasing any ability to say anything else. But right now words aren’t necessary. All we need to say is being expressed by our mouths and our hands.

  Reid’s hand cups my hip, pushing me closer to him while his mouth begins a delicious descent down the column of my neck and his lips latch on the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He sucks and nips hard and a wave of sensation travels down my spine, all the way to my core making me clench desperately in an intense jolt of pleasure that’s almost painful.

  Every inch of my skin aches for his touch, I’m reduced to my need. I want more, I need more.

  “Reid ...” I moan as my hands roam under his t-shirt, feeling the smooth, hard skin of his chest and abs.

  “Fuck, Kaya. You drive me crazy. You have no idea ... no idea, you’re everything. Without you, I’m nothing. Nothing.” He’s moaning those words against my skin, as if he couldn’t stop kissing me not even to say what he needs to say. In that moment my need for him feels so powerful that it scares me. But then I look into his light blue eyes as he lifts his head from my neck and the fear ebbs away. This is Reid. He’ll protect me and he’ll let me protect him. Together we can figure the future out and for the first time, the future is something I look forward to because with him, my heart is complete.

  We’re still on my couch, still fully dressed and I think we definitely need to shed our clothes and maybe go somewhere more comfortable. “Reid ... bedroom,” I pant as I pull his t-shirt up forcing him to stop kissing me to get it over his head.

  He chuckles, immediately returning his lips to my neck but also getting up from the couch and lifting me easily. “You’re right. Let’s go, baby.”

  I wrap my legs around his waist and he devours my mouth as he half walks, half stumbles to my bedroom.

  He slams the door shut with a foot but rather than walk all the way to the bed, he sets me down on the chest of drawers by the wall next to the door. I feel the cold, polished wood under my thighs and I’m about to ask him why did he stop here when he drops down to his knees. He grabs one of my feet with extremely gentle hands and begins kissing the side of it with soft, slightly open lips. He kisses slowly up to my ankle, my leg, stopping to give more attention to the skin by my kneecap. I gasp at the onslaught of sensation. I never knew that was such a sensitive area.

  The whole time his incredible blue eyes have been fixed onto mine, watching my reaction to his mouth on my skin. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he murmurs as his hands skim up the sides of my outer thighs, lifting the light fabric of my dress, surely in a bid to free more skin for him to kiss.

  And I’m right in my assumption, his mouth leaves my knee and continues to travel up the line of my lower thighs, inching up and up until he’s at the apex where my soft skin is quivering in anticipation of what he’ll do next. Reid’s lips stop where my thigh meets my pubic bone, where my skin is impossibly delicate and sensitive. The first contact is soft, feather-like but I feel it down to my core, where a gush of wetness soaks my already damp panties. His second kiss is harder, his mouth opening letting his tongue tickle my creamy skin. Then he grazes me and sucks slightly and I don’t even realize that I’m arching my back, moaning at how good that feels.

  “When I kissed you,” he says against my skin, “three years ago, I remember thinking how good you tasted. And how much I wanted to taste you everywhere. How much I wanted to taste you and kiss you until you came against my tongue.”

  His eyes darken with desire and I let out a strangled breath, turned on beyond belief, fearing that I’ll leave a puddle on the wood I’m still sitting on. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off imagining going down on you. Imagining how you would feel, how you would taste, how you would sound.”

  Oh my sweet God. I can’t speak, I can barely breathe as I’m locked into that gaze, waiting for him to make good on what he just promised. And my stepbrother has always been a man of his word, so he doesn’t hesitate to run a finger from where my panties touch the wood of the dresser all the way up to where I’m throbbing with need. He makes a pleased noise that together with his touch is almost enough to undo me, making me shudder and moan.

  “So fucking wet for me,” he praises me and then moves the wet material of my panties to the side with two fingers and licks his way up my slit, parting my sensitive skin with his tongue as he travels up toward his target. The first lick against my tight bundle of nerves is light, almost teasing, spying for my reaction. When I arch toward him, offering him better access, he licks again, putting more pressure and flicking his tongue at the end.

  I whimper, “Oh my God.” Making him chuckle against my skin as he uses the tip of his tongue to torture me, making licks of burning pleasure shoot through me with such intensity that it almost hurts.

  I’m throbbing, teetering dangerously on the edge, aware that each lick could be the one that pushes me right over. I barely dare breathe, all my muscles tensing up on high alert for the explosion that I know is imminent. I anticipate how each time he flicks his tongue against me feels, prepared for the sensation that keeps soaring higher every time I think that’s it and it can’t feel any better.

  I’m sopping wet, moaning and whimpering at every lash of his tongue when he unexpectedly sucks my tight nub into his mouth, making me explode.

  Reid keeps licking and sucking through each shudder of bliss, only stopping when I get too sensitive and my moans turn pained. He then stands up, taking his lips to mine and coaxing my mouth open with his tongue, sweeping me up in a deep kiss. “Can you taste yourself? Can you taste how sweet you are?” He almost growls into my mouth at the same time as his jean clad crotch rubs against me, giving me an idea of how much going down on me turned him on.

  I surround his neck with my arms, surprised by the fact that tasting myself on his tongue feels hot and when we come up for air, I tell him that I want to taste him too. My fingers pop the button of his jeans, unzipping them and beginning to push them down Reid’s lean but powerful hips. After he kicks his jeans off, I begin lowering his boxer briefs, unable to take my eyes off the outline of his hard dick that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

  That’s when I realize that while Reid is now standing in front of me completely naked, I’m still fully dressed.

  He shakes his head, probably thinking the same thing. “Baby, you’re definitely overdressed for the occasion,” he says helping me out of my dress and easily disposing of my bra. His smile is genuine but I can sense the tension in his body that culminates in his gorgeous, huge erection.

  I can’t take my eyes off of it and I can’t help but compare him to his twin brother. They’re both huge but like they aren’t physically identical, they look a little different there too. Chase is a little longer and his tip is more pointy, more aggressive looking. Reid is thicker and has a rounder tip, his skin there looking so velvety that I don’t even realize that I’m licking my own lips as I close my fist around his shaft.

  He closes his eyes, holding his breath as I tug slowly, bringing my fist from the base all the way up to his tip and then back down again.

  I climb off the dresser, grateful for the extra support offered by Reid’s hands on my hips. If he weren’t holding me, I think my knees would give in after the intense orgasm I just had.

  I begin lowering myself, ready to sink down on my knees in front of him, excited at the idea of taking him into my mouth but he shakes his head. “No, baby.”

  I immediately argue with him. “Why? I really want to taste you too. Is it something you don’t like?”

  He smiles, tugging me towards him and hugging me to his chest, making our naked skin touch for the first time as my naked breasts are smashed against his pecs. “Oh no, I fucking love it. And I can’t wait to feel your soft lips wrapped around my cock, baby. Just the idea is almost too much.”

  I’m at a loss. “Then why—”


  He begins walking us toward my bed, stopping when the back of my legs hit the mattress, lowering me gently as his larger body covers mine. “Because I’m dying to be inside of you, Kaya. If you go down on me, I’ll come in seconds. I almost did when I was eating you a second ago. Please baby, let me make love to you and then we can do anything else. We have all night and unless you kick me out tomorrow morning, I plan to still be in your bed when we wake up. I want to know every inch of your body and I want you to know mine, but first I need to feel you around me.”

  And how am I supposed to say no to that? “I would never kick you out, Reid. Well, unless you snore, of course.”

  He laughs, biting on my bottom lip. “You’re such a smart ass. You’ve always been,” he teases me but I don’t skip a beat. “Takes one to know one,” I tease him.

  “I’ll have you know that you’re accusing the wrong twin. Chase is the snorer between us.”

  I’m about to come up with a witty retort, but the way he’s looking at me, the raw desire in his eyes stops me in my tracks.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says kissing me again and cupping my breasts with his hands at the same time. “You have the most perfect tits, I’ve always found them gorgeous.” He lowers his head, taking one of my already hard nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it before sucking lightly on it, making me moan with need. I wrap my thighs around his hips, impatiently pushing myself against him.

  “Reid, I want you,” I beg shamelessly and he interrupts the attentions he was lavishing on my breasts to look into my eyes with those impossibly sexy blue eyes of his. I feel his hard and smooth tip aligned with my entrance and I feel like I’ll die if I don’t feel him inside me.

  “Do you have any—”

  “Condoms?” I ask and when he nods I tell him there should be some in the bathroom. “But we don’t have to use them if you don’t want to. I’m on birth control and the guys are clean.”

  His eyes shine with desire, making it hard for me to breathe. “I’m clean too. I haven’t been a monk, Kaya. But I’ve never done this without a condom and if you’re sure ...”

  I couldn’t be anymore sure of the fact that I want nothing between me and Reid.

  He enters me easily, I’m so wet that he meets no resistance burying himself inside me to the hilt. And it feels good and right and natural. It feels as if we were made for each other.

  “Fuck, you feel so tight and smooth and—”

  He stops using words, telling me how he feels with his body. He moves in and out of me, never quite withdrawing completely before he surges back in. Before we know it, we find our own rhythm as I meet his slow, languid thrusts with my own movements.

  I feel a familiar pressure beginning to build, every thrust feeling better than the previous one. “Oh Reid, don’t stop. This is so nice ...”

  But I must have said something wrong because he does stop to look at me. “Nice?”

  I nod, confused by the look in his eyes. “Good. But nice wasn’t exactly what I was going for, baby.”

  I have no time to ask him what he means because still keeping himself inside of me, he slides off the bed dragging me with him and stopping just when my ass is hanging over the edge of the mattress. If he weren’t holding my legs that are wrapped around his hips, I’d land on the hardwood floor of my bedroom.

  His movement is so swift that I yelp in surprise. “Caveman,” I yelp laughing but it’s short lived because Reid picks up the pace of his thrusts, the new angle allowing him to go much deeper than before. My body reacts to it by tightening around him, welcoming every surge with the clenching of my muscles around him. Our eyes are locked together and we’re no longer talking, lost in the feeling of flesh on flesh, letting our bodies express everything there is to be said. It doesn’t take long for me to lose control as Reid’s shaft becomes harder and harder inside me and my inner walls begin fluttering around him. A wave of intense pleasure washes over me with each spasm and that’s when he loses it. His rhythm breaks, becoming faster and erratic as he pounds into me harder, his fingers pressing into my hips, his eyes still fixed onto mine. He thrusts one last time, driving deep into me and then stills, flooding me with the first warm gush of his release. I feel him twitching and jerking inside of me, spilling his pleasure down to the last drop.

  We stay still for a moment, lost in each other’s gazes until he drags me back up toward the headboard of my bed. He’s still inside me as we lie against my pillow, my head on his chest and his arms closed protectively around me.

  A loud bang makes us jump and then we see the flash of light through the thin curtains of my window. Thunderclap. We were so lost in each other, that we never realized that it started raining. I’ve always loved the rain, the way it washes everything, making the world look clean and new. Neither of us feels the need to move. I was going to make us dinner but it can wait, I think as a delicious tiredness spreads in my limbs. I feel safe, loved and for the first time ever, unafraid of the future. I know there are challenges ahead of us but we’ll figure them out together.

  Maybe I’m naive thinking this way but I feel like the five of us together can do anything. Maybe even turn our parents around. I know it might take time and that aside from the feelings between me and the twins, they’ll have to accept that I love these four men more than anything in the world and that I could never let any of them walk away without losing a part of myself. I’m not that naive to think that it’ll be easy but I think that maybe, we can show them how this is the right thing for us. This is what makes us all happy. My eyes close, knowing that I won’t find a solution to this today. I let Reid’s warm body and his protective embrace lull me into a deep, peaceful slumber.

  Another bang jerks us both awake. It’s closely followed by another and another. “Wow, that’s a hell of a storm,” I murmur rubbing one of my legs against Reid’s thigh and placing a kiss on his chest, as if that could calm down the fast rhythm of his heart.

  “That’s not the thunderstorm, baby. Someone’s at the door,” he says leaving the bed reluctantly and tugging his jeans back on. I don’t hide the fact that I’m checking him out, I just can’t have enough of his perfect body. I notice a tattoo for the first time, now that I’m taking the time to really look at his body. It’s a ‘K’ on his Adonis belt, now almost totally covered by his jeans. I want to ask about it, it doesn’t look recent but the banging on the door continues, growing louder and more frequent.

  “What the fuck—” I complain following Reid out of bed and wearing his t-shirt.

  “Maybe it’s one of the guys?” He offers and I shake my head, doubtful. They’re normally really good at not interfering with each other’s one on one time with me. And if there was some kind of emergency, I know they would’ve called.

  Same thing with Mom or Dustin, it’s very unlikely that they’d show up here unannounced. The banging happens again and Reid runs a gentle hand on my cheek. “Let me open it, stay back a little, just in case it’s some drunk idiot that has the wrong apartment or some shit like that,” he says protectively and then he opens the door.

  I don’t know who I was expecting to see on the other side of the door but I’m definitely surprised to see Valeria standing there in a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. She’s soaking wet as if she’d walked from Greek Row to here under the torrential rain. Her blonde, wavy hair is drenched and sticking to her face and she moves it back out of the way with a nervous gesture, her brown eyes darting from me to Reid. “Are you going to invite me in?” she asks with a shiver but her voice is devoid of any kindness, as if she owned this place rather than being an intruder in the middle of the night.

  I tell her to come in, wondering why she’s here. Initiation was a couple of days ago and I was kidnapped in the middle of the night when someone put a pillow case over my head and dragged me out. Obviously I was kind of expecting it and the girls kept giggling the whole time, so I knew I wasn’t in any real danger. Now I have a tight feeling in the pit of my
stomach, thinking that whatever Valeria wants can’t be good if she walked here at this ungodly hour.

  “Is everything ok?” I ask her and she responds with a tight smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, looking at me and then at Reid. Her gaze stops on my naked legs and on Reid’s shirtless form and her smile vanishes as fast as it had appeared.

  Valeria sneers at us. “Please, don’t even try. I’m not an idiot. It’s perfectly clear what I just walked into. I’m disappointed in you, Reid. But you, Kaya? You’re actually the worst. Fucking a sister’s boyfriend is not a good first act as a new Zeta,” she looks at Reid, her voice quivering. “Is this why you broke up with me, Reid? So you could bang your stepsister?”

  Reid’s gaze hardens as he takes a step closer to me. “I’m not—”

  She takes a step forward, aggressively. “You’re not, what? You aren’t banging her or you didn’t dump me?”

  Reid’s voice is firm, confident. “I didn’t dump you, because we were never together, Val. You’re great but I don’t think me and you are that well suited. You obviously want something I’m not ready to give you. I’m sorry if I led you to believe it was more than hanging out.”

  Valeria nods. “Perfect. So that leaves you free to hook up with your sister?”

  We both open our mouths to correct her and she laughs bitterly. “Right, sure. Whatever, stepsister or whatever the fuck is going on. So you’re fucking her even if she’s your best buddy’s girlfriend? What would your parents say if they knew that you two are hooking up?”

  Reid’s voice is calmer than I feel. “We aren’t just hooking up, Val. We’re in love. Please don’t tell anyone, we’re still looking for a way to break the news to our parents.”

  Valeria looks surprised and angry at the same time. “In love. So was I just a hookup?”