Page 49 of Devious Obsession
I close my eyes until Steele squeezes my jaw. I stare at him as he continues to fuck me. He’s shifted upright, and my ass is half on his thighs. Off the carpet anyway.
I wrap my hand around his wrist and dig my nails in.
He smirks.
“You need some alone time, O’Brien?”
My attention slides to the guys who have moved into view.
More than just guys.
Amanda, Jess. Finch. Knox. Tony Rodrigues, the new starter. I don’t think my face has ever burned so bad—until Steele removes his hand from my leg and touches my clit. Then my whole body feels like it’s on fire, seconds away from combusting.
“Steele’s a one-and-done kind of guy,” Amanda says, her voice decidedly cold. “Let him finish, and then he’ll be finishedwithher, too.”
I focus back on Steele’s face. His jaw tics.
“Don’t mind us,” he says over his shoulder, his voice sounding…normal. “I just can’t resist when a girl wears my jersey.”
Fucker.
There are a few snickers from the guys.
“Isn’t that right, little viper?” His dark gaze finds mine, a smirk curling his lips. He’s getting off on this, and what he probably assumes is my mortification.
Fuck all of them.
I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips in challenge. His eyes light, and he thrusts harder. He works me up until I’m meeting every piston of his hips with my own, surrendering to the feeling. An orgasm is right there, spurred on by his fingers on my clit.
And then it crashes into me, and Steele removes his fingers from my mouth. Releasing any hope of blocking the sound that comes out of my mouth. His name.Oh, god. A moan, a plead. I’m too loud.
He finishes a second later, stilling inside me.
We both stop moving, and I look down. I can’t see his cock buried inside me—thanks, curves—but I can feel it pulsing with a heartbeat outside of mine.
He came in meagain.
He sits back and tucks himself in, then pulls his jersey down around my hips, covering the apex of my thighs and my ass. When we stand, he drags my panties and leggings up, securing them into place.
The look he gives me…
“Wait, you’re actually wearing his jersey?” Amanda scoffs. “I thought he was kidding…”
I face her. I don’t know why her jealousy is getting on my nerves—except maybe I’m having fucking flashbacks to her throwing herself at him at the party. He picked me, though. Instinct says he’d pick me again, because at least I’m interesting.
“His jersey, his cum…” I shrug. “Bet you got neither when he fucked you, right?”
She stares at me for a long moment, her jaw working. Then she turns away and goes over to the pool table, yanking one of the sticks off the wall. Maybe she should go fuck herself with it—she’d have better luck.
Rude, Aspen.
Jess shakes her head, holding back a laugh. Finch can’t look at us. Or won’t. Tony’s gaze bounces back and forth between Steele and me with a certain sort of awe that brings a smile to my lips. Because while I definitely wouldn’tchooseto get fucked in view of other people, their reactions are pretty telling.
Steele chuckles. He’s right behind me. “Guess you told her, huh?”
He slaps my ass, and I jump. I glare at him, but he just pushes me toward the stairs. Which I climb dutifully, because, let’s be honest, I’m not about to stick around in the same room as the people who just watched me get fucked.
Even I have my limits.
