Bo leans down, so close his nose touches mine, “I want to hear Superstar Maguire say she needs my cock.”
You have got to be kidding me, I roll my eyes with a huff, typical Bo…
“C’mon Maguire,” he slides his cock between my legs at a torturous pace, “open that pretty little mouth and tell me how much you want me to tear that pussy up.”
“Jesus, Bo…” I moan, half irritated and half losing my mind while I squirm beneath him, “don’t be such a dick.”
Suddenly, he reaches up and seizes me under my jaw, rendering me silent. He tilts my chin up so I can’t move then lowers his voice to a more threatening tone, “Let me hear you say it before I change my mind and send your ass back to Hildy’s bed.”
A shiver runs down my spine. Who am I kidding? I’ll say whatever Bo wants me to right now because, frankly, it’s the truth. I’m only resisting because he’s being such a cocky prick about it.
I take a deep breath, “Bo…” I murmur, reaching up and slowly run my nails up his scalp. He releases my jaw and closes his eyes, rolling his forehead across mine as I run tracks up and down the back of his neck. I kiss him softly, “teach me to fuck like you…”
A deep groan rumbles through his chest as he runs his fingers through my hair, brushing it away from my face, “You going to tell Col he lost his chance?” he asks with a glint in his eyes.
“What?”
Bo nudges my head to the side and runs his tongue up my neck, “You going to tell Col—” he starts sucking just beneath my ear, “that he’s never going to get his dick wet in your tight pussy?”
My eyes round, “Why would I say that to him?”
Bo doesn’t answer and flicks my earlobe, “He ever lick your pussy?” he murmurs in my ear.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I hiss, which only seems to amuse him.
“He hasn’t?” he asks with a devious grin.
“No!” my whisper cracks, “Why are you asking me that?”
“Why do you think I thought this wasn’t your first time?” Bo snickers, “If he hasn’t fucked you already, he definitely wants to.”
Oh my god. Is that what people think?
“He does not,” I scowl up at him.
“If he’s got a brain in his dumb fucking head, he does,” Bo retorts. “You think he can dance that close to you at homecoming and prom and not feel anything?” He kisses me, sucking my bottom lip as he pulls back, “He was getting pretty close to you tonight. What was he saying to you?”
A lightning bolt shoots through my chest when I remember standing with Col by his car, fighting with him, and then not fighting anymore. The things he said, the things he did…
I meet Bo’s eyes, “He told me to stay away from you.”
“You don’t listen to Col anymore?”
“Not about you,” I reply as a smile creeps across my face.
“What’s he going to say when you tell him I’m the one making his stepsister come whenever she wants?” Bo presses his mouth into the side of my face, “Maybe he’ll ask if I’ll share. You know that’s what he wants, for you to get on your knees for him while we spit roast you.”
“Bo, that’s so gross,” I roll my eyes, “Col’s my brother.”
“He’s not your brother,” Bo pulls back and his eyes go dark, “his mom married your dad. That’s it.”
“Well, you’re not my brother, either,” I brush my fingers over his cheek and behind his ear, “what do you want to do to me?”
Bo bites his bottom lip and scans my face, “I’ll teach you how to fuck like me. But when I say, me, I mean only me. Because after tonight, the only one who touches you—” he leans closer, his eyes boring into mine, “is me.”
Without even thinking, I start nodding. Parched and starving for his attention, I nod with excitement because Bo wants me, and all I want is him.
He reaches down between us and presses his cock against the wettest part of me, and then starts rocking back and forth. With every sharp breath or tense of my muscles, he slows, pulls back, and starts again until I feel my muscles relax and I start to move with him. Soon, every one of his movements feels like a torturous wave lapping at my flesh and I just want to feel him inside me.
“You want it?” Bo grins, feeling me pull at his hips, “Ask for it, Maguire. I’m not stopping until I fit.”
Damnit, Bo…
“Just—” I stammer, my eyes fluttering, “just do it…God, Bo, just fuck me…”
A sinister grin spreads across his face, “And I swear to God, Evie, if Colson ever tries to touch you,” he notches his cock in my entrance, “I’ll slit his fucking throat.” He growls the last words, eliciting a gasp as he finally slides his entire length inside me.
Bo is fucking insane. And, for some reason, I really like it because, instead of recoiling as he threatens Col, all I can do is dig my nails into his back and stifle a cry while he stretches me and fills me completely. He slowly slides back and stops just short of pulling out, then lifts his hand and gently clamps it over my mouth.
“Baby girl,” he looks me in my eyes while I tremble beneath his palm, “this is the part that hurts.”
My eyes round and, with a jerk of his hips, Bo slams his entire cock back inside me. I throw my head back, squeeze my eyes shut, and let out a muted scream against his hand. My legs go rigid, clenching his body while I claw at his back. But he doesn’t stop, he only holds me tighter so he can do it again, harder and deeper each time.
Gradually, the pain dulls with each jerk of his hips, until all I can feel is my nerves firing and adrenaline coursing through every vein. I cling to him and move with him, loving the feeling of being connected to him, being an extension of him, not being able to escape him...
Soon, his hand falls away from my mouth and he grabs my leg, hiking it up to his waist.
“Bo…Bo…” I whimper against his cheek, gasping with each thrust deeper than the last, “Bo…Bo…Bo…” It’s a trance I never want to break.
