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CHAPTER 6
I SLEPT WITH MY ROOMMATE’S BROTHER.
ISLA
Ellis kissed me like he was afraid I’d disappear if he didn’t. The kiss was slow, slippery, and careful, like he was memorizing the shape of my mouth and the way I gasp when he circles his thumb around my n*****s.
He rushed nothing, stole nothing, and somehow, that made it worse. I liked the reckless kiss with Rowan; it rushed my pleasure. And I also like the slow kiss with Ellis; it makes me want to chew him raw.
“This is a bad idea,” I whispered against his lips, my hands curling under the hem of my shirt and raising it to my chest. I pulled back to give him the chance to completely pull it off my head.
“I know,” he breathed back, forehead resting against mine. His voice wasn’t convincing, and truthfully…. Neither was mine.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought he might feel it through my ribs as his hands slipped on the bare skin on my waist, picking slightly while trailing kisses down my neck.
I was almost vibrating from the shockwaves that were sent to my head and the tip of my ears.
“We should stop,” he said against my neck, sucking gently on the skin there as he fully wrapped his hands around my waist. I moved more into him, wanting to feel more of him than I already could.
“Yeah, we should.”
Neither of us moved.
My fingers found the buttons on his shirt, and I took my time plucking them off. His mouth never left my neck until all his buttons were off and I ran my hand across his bare chest.
God…. Just as sexy as I've always imagined.
That sent shockwaves through his body, and he jumped back a bit from me.
“Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't ask if it was okay to touch you.” An index finger to my mouth shut me up instantly, and he shook his head.
“That's what you do to me,” he whispered. “And we should probably stop this, or Asher would kill me.”
The room suddenly felt too small and too warm as the movie still played in the background, forgotten and sounding like nothing more than noise. All I could do was hear my own breathing and the way he slowed to match it.
“Yeah, you're right.”
But his eyes told me something completely different. His thumb traced a slow line along my side, stopping just short of where my skin felt too sensitive. I sucked in a breath.
“But I can’t pretend I don’t feel this,” he added, and that did it.
I leaned in first this time, pressing my mouth to his with more intention and more need. He froze for half a second, long enough to choose, then kissed me back, deeper this time.
My thoughts scattered.
“Isla,” he murmured against my mouth as he blindly cleared the bed. Things clattered to the floor, but we were too caught up in each other to care.
“Hmm.”
My fingers trailed his abs, stopping short whenever I got to his waistline. I couldn't bring myself to touch him there.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, leaning towards me so I instinctively leaned back until my back touched the pillow.
“This is wrong,” I whispered. “You're my brother's best friend.”
“So tell me you don't feel what I feel and ask me to stop,” he said against my lips, using his tongue to trail the bottom of my lips.
But I'd be damned if I asked him to stop.
“My brother isn't feeling what I feel right now.”
That earned a smile from him. Noticing my fingers were too scared to explore deeper, he used his free hand to guide my hands until I was touching his huge bulge.
“Oh God…” I panicked at the size and hardness of it, but his hands all over me didn't give enough time for the panic to settle in.
Before my brain could fully think of anything that was going on, we were both naked and trying not to fall off my dorm bed. How the hell did I get myself to be naked with a boy I barely knew? Well, that's a question I'll need answers to myself.
His ocean blue eyes locked on mine, shimmering with something darker than I've ever seen, but still gentle enough to have me lying under him naked.
I tried to move my hands to cover my exposed body, but he gently brushed my hands away and used his finger to trace a line at the side of my stomach.
"You're more beautiful than you let yourself see, and it hurts to know you've hidden all these behind hoodies while trying to stay invincible. If there was a program broadcasting you, I'd pay to watch you every day, Isla.”
He let his eyes run along my body, and instead of feeling uncomfortable, I felt… seen.
He reached for his trousers and pulled out a condom. His gaze came back to mine, but I couldn't focus on it, not when he was using his teeth to tear it apart.
I should've asked myself why he was walking around with a condom in his pocket like it was an EpiPen, but my dripping wetness did not give me the chance to think.
When he finally began slipping into me, I held onto the sheets as he tore into me.
“God! You're so tight!”
When he was finally all in, he gave me time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting again, and gradually pain turned into pleasure.
Our moans filled the room, and everything else faded into the background. Even though what we were doing wasn't a mistake. It was a beginning.
And somewhere deep down, as I clung to him and let myself fall, I knew one thing with absolute clarity:
I hadn’t just crossed a line. I’d stepped into something that would ruin me… and I didn’t want to turn back.
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