Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 181

ALLISON’S POV

My back slams against the cool plaster of the wall, the impact stealing my breath for half a second before Justin’s mouth is on mine again, swallowing the little sound I make.

My legs are locked around his waist, ankles crossed at his back, and thighs squeezing tight to keep me pinned exactly where he wants me. His hands are under my ass, holding me up like I weigh nothing and I can feel every inch of him pressed between us, still trapped behind his sweats but so hard it makes my stomach flutter.

“Justin-“I gasp when he finally lets me breathe. “We only have two hours.”

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his pupils blown wide, lips wet and red from mine. A slow, filthy grin spreads across his face. “Plenty of time, baby.”

Then he’s moving, shifting his grip so one forearm braces under my ass while his free hand yanks my thin top up and over my breasts in one impatient motion. The fabric bunches under my chin and he doesn’t bother pulling it off all the way. He pushes my bra down and my n*****s are already tight from the cool air and the way he’s staring at them like he’s starving.

“Suck them,” I say, half order, half plea. “Please.”

He doesn’t tease. He just drops his head and takes my left n****e into his mouth, his tongue flicking fast then flattening to drag slow circles. I arch, skull knocking back against the wall again, and fingers twisting hard in his hair. He groans around my breast, the vibration shooting straight between my legs.

“Harder,” I breathe.

He obeys, grazing his teeth, and then biting down just enough to make me cry out. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, grinding my soaked panties against the sweatpants covering his c**k. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and sucking so hard I feel it in my clit like a pulse.

I’m dripping. I can feel it soaking through the cotton and probably leaving a wet spot on his sweats but I don’t care. I want him to feel how badly I need this.

“Inside,” I pant. “Now. I need you inside me.”

Justin lifts his head, his lips shiny, and eyes dark. Then he shifts me higher against the wall with one arm, then reaches between us, pulling his pants down.

His c**k springs free and I feel the glide of precum smearing across my skin and it makes my breath hitch. He wraps his fist around himself, then angles the thick head so it nudges right up against my soaked panties.

Then he pauses, his breath hot against my neck. “Condom?”

I nod.

“Side table, now.”

He shifts his grip, one arm still locked under me, keeping me pinned against the wall. I reach blindly inside the drawer, my fingers closing around the foil packet he kept there. I tear it open with my teeth, my hand shaking as I pull the condom out!

“Give it,” he mutters.

I roll it down his c**k, feeling him throb under my fingers, and he groans when I give the base a squeeze.

Then he’s back, rubbing his tip along my panties, and pressing right over my clit with every pass.

The friction is maddening, too much and not enough at the same time. My hips twitch forward, chasing more, but he keeps me pinned, controlling the rhythm.

“Justin,” I whine, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Stop teasing.”

He chuckles against my throat, his teeth grazing the skin there. “I love teasing you.”

He hooks one finger under the edge of the lace now, tugging the fabric to the side just enough to bare me. Cool air hits my clit and I gasp but then it’s him again, the smooth, hot head of his c**k sliding through my wetness. Up, down, circling my entrance without dipping in. Teasing the sensitive rim until my thighs tremble and my nails dig half-moons into his shoulders.

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