Tempting my stepbrother

_Tessa POV_

The music was kinda loud, you know it was actually vibrating  through my bones and made my hips want to sway, even though my heels were already screaming at me. Fashion is pain right?

 And let me not get started with how super sweet the champagne is. Rich people totally pretend they love that stuff, just so they look classy. But hey, this wasn't just any get together party, this was a billionaire masquerade ball, the kind of men who wore power like a perfume and arrogance as second skin. Confidence overload, I swear.

Everyone was looking amazing, gowns probably worth than my entire college fund. I mean, what else is new?

Here I was, chilling in my black, backless, strapless dress, trying to blend into the wallpaper, the dress hugged me as if we were besties. For once, and I mean tonight, I didn't want to be Tessa Winters, the shy college virgin who never kissed or been kissed.

Tonight I wanted to fade into the crowd - or, you know, maybe have someone finally notice me.

I lifted a cocktail from a passing tray, and the waiter gave me this goofy wink. I smiled softly and walked away, slipping outside to the balcony, letting the Paris breeze do it's thing and the city  below was absolutely gorgeous. I love Paris sooo much.

But then I felt a powerful presence behind watching me, not in a creepy way.....more like a man eating my body instead of looking at it.

I turned to find him standing just a few feet away. Tall, broad, watching.

His suit was tailored to wrap around his muscles, his sleeves rolled up with thick veins running along his forearm, and he wore a gold watch that made him look sexy. Two of his buttons undone, showing a mouthwatering line of smooth, fair skin. 

His dark hair was a little messy, as if he ran his fingers through it, mask silver and somehow made his blue eyes grew darker.

"Tell me your name,” Oh God, that deep voice made me lose my senses. Phewwew. Making my thighs clench on their own.

“No,” i breathed. “Tonight, I don’t have one. I'm actually waiting,"

"For what?"

"Something reckless." 

He didn't smile, neither did he blink.

"Then you can be my secret, come with me!" He commanded in his deep voice.

And I did, too fast right? Maybe.

Did i care? Not even a little.

I actually don't mind having a good fuck tonight. One I could feel for days.

He led me into a room washed in  moonlight that shone through the curtains. The door clicked shut behind us, and then he grabbed my face and crashed his mouth on mine.

Dominating much?

His lips were hot, wet and hungry.

I gasped into his mouth, and he used that to slide his tongue into my mine with the confidence of a man used to being obeyed. 

One of his hands stayed on my jaw, holding me there as he deepened the kiss. His thumb stroked my cheek gently while his mouth was anything but gentle.

The other hand pressed flat to the wall above my head, boxing me in.

His moan was deep, already addicted. I clutched his suit, breathless, needing something to hold if not, I might melt into the wall.

He broke the kiss, just enough to whisper against my lips.

"You want me to stop? and I will."

I didn't open my mouth, I wanted him to continue.

I wanted to burn tonight.

He bit my bottom lip before sucking it between his lips, then he moved  to my neck peppering hot, open mouthed kisses.

Suddenly, he lifted me effortlessly and slammed me softly against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct while his hands slid beneath my gown, up my thighs, fingers hovering near the ache that had been growing since the balcony.

He looked at me, eyes dark and burning behind the mask.

"You're not wearing panties?"

"I came prepared."

“Fuck…” he growled, grinding into me. I could feel how thick he was through my dress, pressed tight between us.

“I want to taste you.”

“You can.”

And just like that, he dropped me onto the bed behind us.

“Strip.”

I stood and slowly slid my dress down, baring myself inch by inch, until it puddled at my feet. I lay back on the bed, wearing only heels.

“Take it off,” he ordered.

I blinked, confused. “What?”

The Heels?

“The mask.”

Oh the mask.

I unclipped it from behind my ear and tossed it aside, watching as he peeled his mask off too, and my breath actually caught.

Oh. My. God.

He was looking unreal. Nose long and straight. Cut jawline. High cheekbones with full eyebrows.

He was an angel and Greek god in one.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and stepped closer, dipping down to brush his lips against my neck. soft at first, then a little bite that made me moan out.

“Mmmmhhh...ah…”

When I reached for his shirt buttons, he didn’t stop me. He just watched, letting me undress him one slow button at a time until his chest was bare.

I sucked in a breath.

He was sculpted. Broad chest, hard abs, powerful arms that promised to ruin me in all the right ways.

I wanted to run my hands all over him. Would he let me?

He must've seen the hesitation in my eyes, because he took my hands gently and placed them right on his chest.

“Touch me,” he murmured, dragging my fingers over his arms until they trailed down to something hot and hard beneath his pants.

Steel beneath silk.

oh shit.

“Take them off. Now.”

I unbuckled his belt. He stepped back to remove his shoes, then shoved down his trousers and boxers.

When I looked up, a loud gasp escaped me.

His cock stood proud. Thick and veiny. The flushed pink tip leaked slightly, glistening in the low light.

How the hell was that going to fit?

He climbed onto the bed, spreading my legs wide before lifting them over his shoulders. He lined himself up...

And began to push in.

I flinched, gasped. My body fought him, tightening from the burn.

“Shit… Is this your first time?”

I nodded.

He pulled out gently, lowered himself between my thighs, and pressed a soft kiss just above my core.

“I’ll open you up.”

Then his mouth descended.

"Ohhh fuck!"

His tongue was hot, slow at first, then more focused, licking, sucking, flicking my clit until I arched off the bed.

My hands flew to his hair, tugging hard and he rewarded me with a growl.

“Taste so sweet,” he growled. “I could live between your legs.”

Two fingers slid inside me. stretching, curling, teasing.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

They pumped deep and slow, knuckles grazing where I needed it most. Then deeper. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room.

“Ahh-fuck!” I moaned again, louder. “Oh God… y-you’re-ahh!”

Then he spat on my pussy, rubbing it in dirty slow circles before sucking me again.

"Tight as fuck..." He rasped, watching me squirm.

He leaned over, He sucked one breast into his mouth, then the other. His lips moved between them, hot trails left in his wake.

My stomach coiled. My legs shook.

Then his mouth was on me again.

This time, faster. Ruthless.

“AHHHHH FUCK!!”

His tongue thrust in and out like he wanted to own me with his mouth alone.

“Cum for me,” he ordered. “Make a mess on my fucking tongue.”

And I did.

My orgasm tore through me hard,  wild and endless. I broke. I cried out. My body shuddered as I came in his mouth—his moans vibrating against me, drinking me down.

He didn’t stop, he held my thighs tighter and kept going, tongue merciless, dragging over my folds, cleaning me up.

He finally pulled back, lips slick with my release.

“Messiest pussy I’ve ever had,” he murmured, licking his lips.