MADDIE
“Maddie Weber …” Alec walked farther into my room with a smirk on his chiseled face and sin in his dark, hooded brown eyes.
He wanted something, and I feared that he wanted me. But … nothing could happen.
It couldn’t.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I sucked in a sharp breath, shot up from my bed, and covered my pajama-clad body with a thin blanket. I used it for another layer of protection from the Redwood hockey star because … I knew that my guard was already down. “Get out!”
Instead of listening, Alec grabbed my hand, made me drop the blanket, and tugged me closer until our chests met. He dipped his head and drew his nose up mine. “Make me, Cupcake.”
I tried hard to yank my hand out of his, but he was too strong.
Or maybe I just didn’t try as hard as I could.
“I said, make me. What are you waiting for?” Alec taunted.
“What is your problem? Why can’t you leave me alone tonight?”
I finally gathered enough strength to pull myself out of his grip and shoved him against my bedroom door, but he easily switched places with me, his taut body pressing against me like I had always hoped it would.
“I’m the one who can’t leave you alone?” Alec asked, humming in amusement with that smug grin on his face. “Do I gawk at you during every class, at lunch, while you’re playing hockey?”
My cheeks burned in embarrassment, my breath hitching. “I don’t gawk at you.”
Lie.
But honestly, the only way he knew that I stared at him was if he stared back.
“If you catch me staring, I’m just wondering how an idiot like you got into AP Calc,” I said.
Instead of getting angry with me, like he usually did, he wrapped his large, callous hand around my throat and roughly stroked my jaw with his thumb, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “You know what I think?” He moved closer. “I think you’re a liar.” He gently maneuvered his knee between my legs and pressed it against my core. “I think you want me to trap you like this and take you like you think I take all those slutty girls downstairs.”
“As if,” I managed to say. “I hate you.”
Another lie.
Alec Wolfe was the sexiest senior at Redwood Academy.
And I had had so many dirty dreams of him doing exactly this.
“Is that why your nipples are so hard that they’re poking against your shirt like this?” he asked. Loosening his grip on my throat, he trailed his fingers down the center of my chest and over my nipples, the feeling sending a rush of heat between my legs.
I tried to press my thighs together, but his knee stopped me.
“You’re not saying anything, Cupcake …”
With my lips pressed into a tight line, I refused to let any moans escape my mouth. No matter how good his fingers brushing across my nipples felt, no matter how hard I was clenching, no matter if Alec got on his knees and begged for me, I still hated him.
Alec captured both of my nipples between his fingers and tugged.
Alec had pulled on my hair in grade school, tripped me plenty of times in middle school, and even shoved me against the lockers a few times this past year, but he had never touched me like this. He had never once dared to come on to his best friend’s little sister.
“Do you like this so much that you have to hold back your moans for me?” he asked.
“Alec …” I whispered.
I balled my hands into fists and squeezed my eyes closed.
I hate Alec.
I hate Alec.
I hate Alec.
That was what I told myself. That was what I wanted to believe.
“What about this?” Alec asked, trailing his fingers even lower and grazing them over the hem of my silky shorts. “Do you like this enough to moan for me?”
I sucked in a sharp breath and whimpered softly. Fuck.
“Spread your legs like a good girl for me,” he ordered.
And for some ungodly reason, I spread my legs. He pressed the bulge in his jeans against my thigh and gently cupped my pussy, his fingers strumming against my wetness and making me clench even harder.
“You’re wet for me.”
“Alec, please …”
After grasping my hand, he placed it on the front of his pants. “Tell me you want this.”
Fuck.
He was so big. So fucking big.
“You’re my brother’s best friend, and I …” I started, my knees almost buckling underneath me. “I …”
I moved my hand up and down his length, imagining him inside of me. He would feel so much better than my fingers.
“You what?” Alec taunted.
“I hate … y-you.”
Alec groaned, “Tell me you hate me again as you’re jerking me off like that, baby.”
I moved my hand up and down his bulge again. “I hate you.”
It was a lie that we both saw through.
Alec picked me up, tossed me onto the bed, and crawled up after me, pulling his shirt over his head. Moonlight flooded in through the window, glistening against his muscular, tanned chest. He slipped his hand between our bodies and pushed down his jeans, and I could do nothing but gasp.
“Spread your legs.”
I pressed my knees together. “It’s not going to fit.”
“Cupcake, you’re soaked right now,” Alec said. “It might be a tight fit, but I’ll slide right into you.”
Fuck …
I spread my legs for him again, desperate to feel him inside of me.
This was wrong.
I was supposed to hate Alec, but I couldn’t stop.
I had wanted this for longer than I should admit.
“Fuck…” Alec grunted, pulling my oversize shorts to the side, rubbing himself against my entrance, and thrusting himself into me slowly. “I didn’t think you’d be this tight.” He continued to push himself into me until all of his cock was buried in my pussy. “You feel so good.”
Once the pain subsided, I wrapped my legs around his waist to draw him closer and moaned into his mouth. Pleasure rushed through my body, making my legs tingle, and I clenched harder on him.
“More,” I moaned. “Please, more.”
Alec pumped into me and gently rubbed my clit through my wet panties.
He hadn’t even been inside me for a couple of moments yet, but I was close. So close.
I dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders and arched my back, about to explode all over his cock. But then the doorknob jiggled, and I froze.