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  "We're going to play a game," I tell her.

  "Ethan," she says, whimpering, batting her eyelashes at me. Yeah, fuck, she just batted her eyelashes at me. I'm going to die. "I don't want to play pool. I want you to make love to me."

  Make love? Yeah, I don't know, maybe that's what we'll do. Sometime. Not now. I can be gentle when I want, when the mood suits the situation. Right now I want to be rough, though. Right now I want to fucking manhandle this girl, devour her pussy, and make her cum harder than any girl has a right to cum.

  "Not that kind of game, Princess," I say, smiling. I kiss her quick, but pull back fast enough that she can't catch me and keep me there. "I'll kiss you again, don't worry. A little lower. You stay here, don't even worry about it, alright?"

  "Lower?" she says, confused. Then it dawns on her and her eyes open wide.

  God, I could drown in her eyes. They're the color of a dark, golden brown sunset just after dusk when the sky turns black, complete with a faint twinkle of starlight shining through.

  I catch myself staring at her too long. I don't know what happened there.

  "One of us is going to crack," I tell her. "I'll be down here—" As if she didn't already realize, I reach down and pat lightly against her pussy, letting her know exactly where I'll be. "And I'll be doing my best to make sure you're the one who breaks. You just tell me when, but don't go half-assed with this. I won't come up until you're begging and pleading with me to fuck you."

  "What about you?" she asks, almost innocent, sweet as fuck. "What if you break first?"

  "You think I'm going to be the one who breaks? You don't have a high opinion of me, do you, Princess?"

  She smiles, shy, and turns away. "No, I... I was just wondering, that's all."

  "It's fine," I say, kissing her cheek. "You want to know a secret?"

  She nods, fast. "What is it?"

  "You just might be the girl who gets me to break first."

  Why? Why did I say that? I don't know. I can't fucking tell you. Shit, how fucking cheesy was that? I need to redeem myself.

  Unfortunately, it's true. I'm fine. I can usually contain myself. I can do what I need to do, get the job done, and then take my own pleasure later. For some reason, Ashley does things to me, though. I can't stop thinking about her. Everything. All of her. I can't stop thinking about how fucking amazing it felt when my cock was deep inside of her, when she was cumming, pulling me in, her wet arousal coating my shaft. I can't stop remembering how fucking good she felt, how amazing it was to slam into her, balls deep, and fill her with my seed.

  It's the condoms, I bet. Or lack thereof. That's what has me strung up and on edge. Makes sense, right?

  Yeah, that's what I'm going with. That's what it's got to be.

  I'm not sure. I don't think it is. Don't fuck with me on this, though. I don't have time for your shit.

  She's beaming. Bright as fuck, smiling like the sun, gazing at me with lust and adoration. There's another word for that, but I don't know what it is. Figure it out yourself. I'm busy here.

  "If I break, it's because I can't handle it anymore," I tell her. "It's because you're screaming and writhing and moaning on this table and it'll be the most erotic and sexual thing I've ever seen, and I just can't handle it anymore. At which point I'll come up, sheath my cock deep inside your pussy, and find out just what the fuss is all about, baby girl."

  "Princess," she says.

  "You want me to call you Princess?" I ask. "I thought you hated it?"

  "I thought..." She hesitates. What's going through that beautiful little mind of hers? I want to know. "I always thought you were making fun of me. It sounds like you are."

  I smirk. "Nah, I'd never make fun of you, Princess."

  That does it. Good. We're back on track now.

  She rolls her eyes at me, but she smiles, too. "Now I know you're lying. You've made fun of me ever since we met in the second grade. I don't know if you know this, but everyone says you're not a very nice person, Ethan Colton."

  "Oh yeah? What do you say?" I ask.

  "Do you want to know something?" she asks.

  "Yeah," I say. "I do. Tell me."

  "I used to think... well, my mom told me that whole thing where little boys tease and make fun of little girls they like. She said it was their way of getting the girl's attention."

  "You thought I was trying to get your attention?" I ask, grinning. This is genuinely amusing to me. Huh.

  "Maybe," she says. "A little. But... that was then. I know you better now."

  "You do, do you?" I ask.

  "Ethan, I like this," she says. "I do. I really like this. It's a little strange, and maybe it's wrong, but I... I like this. You know, with you? Um..."

  "But you're scared," I say. I know what she's thinking. I know what she wants to say. "Because of what I do."

  "Yes," she says.

  "I don't want to be a jerk," I tell her. "You know that, right? It's not like I want to hurt anyone. This is just who I am. I'm a selfish prick."

  She laughs a little, but looks away. Why am I saying this shit to her?

  "Ashley, I do like you," I say. I take her chin in my hand and tilt her head back so I can kiss her. "Listen, I don't want to hurt you. That's why we're doing it like this, alright? That's why we've got these rules. It's so you know beforehand, so I won't hurt you."

  "Will we still be friends after?" she asks me.

  Wh... uh. What? Where the fuck did that come from?

  The look on my face must give me away, because she adds, "Friends with benefits, right? But after um... the benefits are gone, can we... I know we aren't really friends. I mean, I don't know if you ever thought of me as one, and I never really thought of you as one, and we've never really hung out except for at home with Mom and Dad, so..."

  "You want to be friends?" I ask her. "After," I add, "because, seriously, I want to fuck the shit out of you right now."

  "Real romantic, Ethan!" she says, laughing and slapping at my shoulder.

  There's something going on. It hurts, and I don't know what it is. It's just everything. I can't stop staring at her, can't stop thinking about the way she feels beneath me, can't stop thinking about how hard she makes me, can't stop thinking about...

  I don't have these conversations with girls. Ever. They try to have them with me, but I don't have them with them. I grunt. I push it off. Later. Or I leave. I tell them I have shit to do. Bye. I'll text you sometime.

  I don't know why I'm having this conversation with Ashley. Little Miss Perfect. Goodie two shoes. It's just...

  "Yeah, we can be friends," I say.

  "Good," she says. "Now when does this game start?"

  "Oh, you want to start, do you? Not sure why you're in a rush to lose, Princess."

  "I'm not going to lose!" she says, shaking her head, fast.

  "You don't think so?"

  "Nuh uh."

  "Let's just fucking see about that..."

  *** Ashley

  I'm excited. I'm beyond excited. It's like my birthday and Christmas on the same day, but even more than that, too. This has never happened to me before. I've never felt like this before.

  It's not just because of... because of what Ethan is about to do to me. Yes, I'm very excited about that, but it's more than that, too. I know I don't have a lot of sexual experience, and I know Ethan has um... quite a bit more, but the little that I do have has never involved anything like this.

  I didn't know how to ask, first off. Is that something you can do? Just ask if... if... I blush at the mere thought of it, because I don't even know how someone could do that.

  I think the problem is that I don't exactly understand sex. It's not that I don't like it, because I think it's fine. Or, I thought this before, but with Ethan it's...

  It's more. So much more.

  This isn't about the oral sex, though I'm definitely excited about that. It's about the attention. This is about me, plain and simple, and Ethan has made it about me. He is about to
focus solely on my pleasure and my pleasure alone, and that's something I've never really had before. No one's ever done that for me, and the idea of it is overwhelming to say the least. It's exhilarating and amazing and exciting and...

  I just don't understand, though. Why? Maybe I should lay back and enjoy this, and I am definitely going to enjoy it, but I can't help but ask myself why he's doing this, too?

  Why haven't any of the other boys I've been with seemed interested in doing it? In... in going down on me, in eating me out, in... as Ethan so politely put it, devouring my pussy. My God, even the way he said it is exciting.

  I thought I was a good girl, but then why do I love hearing all of the naughty things he says he wants to do to me? Why do I like him asking me what I want him to do to me, too? I'm not sure any of this is good.

  No, Ashley, of course it's not good. I have to remind myself of what we're doing. This is just for a week. I've agreed to be friends with benefits with my stepbrother for a week.

  It's just a week. What's the worst that can happen. Right? Um...

  I'm still not sure why, though. Why is Ethan so patient with me? Why is he so focused on making me feel good? I didn't expect that. I thought he was a jerk, an asshole, a bonafide prick, and yet here he is, making sure I feel good, giving me experiences that I've never had before, ones that I've wanted, but never knew how to ask for. And the worst part is he makes it seem so easy.

  I like Ethan. A lot. I've realized this over the past couple of days we've been back home, and it's shocking, but I don't know how else to feel, either. Yes, it's sex. It's supposed to be just sex. Except he said we could be friends after, and that's different from sex, isn't it? Yes, of course it is. Also, this isn't just sex, it's friends with benefits. It's...

  Why doesn't he have a girlfriend? Why doesn't he stay with anyone for longer than a couple of weeks? Why does he always dump them after, if you could even call what they were doing dating, which I'm pretty sure is not what he would call it.

  I think he should. I think he would make some girl very happy, and even if he's trouble, even if he has a mouth fit for a sailor, even if he's crude and rough and crass, he's... he's not so bad. He's attentive, he's interested. He's kind, I think, except then why would a kind person do what he does to girls? Am I different?

  No. I know this, too. This is what every girl probably tells themselves. Am I the different one? Can I change Ethan Colton? Am I the one?

  Of course not. I... I know this, but...

  Wait. Of course I'm not the one. I meant other girls. I don't know what I'm doing. What I'm thinking, what I'm...

  Oh my God did he really just do that? Yessssss...

  My mind is at a disconnect, trapped between trying to figure Ethan out and dealing with the beautiful sensation of his lips on my body. When he stops kissing me, when we stop talking and he begins our game, he shifts down the pool table. Lifting my shirt, he kisses from just beneath my breasts, slow and light, a trail of lingering kisses down my stomach. He slows even more, taking a break near my belly button, trailing light kisses all across my stomach.

  Just when I think I've figured some of Ethan out, just when I'm asking myself why he doesn't have a girlfriend, he goes lower again. Down, to my pubis, kissing me there. His lips trail across the hood of my clit, slow and sweet. He peeks out his tongue and licks at my sensitive little pearl. My mind snaps away from all thoughts of why Ethan is the way he is, and instead turns to what Ethan is doing at this very moment.

  It's easier to understand that. I definitely like it. This is like before when he shaved me bare, but very different, too. His tongue traces across my bare pussy, lapping at my smooth skin. He takes tentative, light licks at my clit. I shiver and shake at each gentle lap. It's... this is very different than anything I've ever experienced before.

  I was excited to experience it, and now I'm excited to be experiencing it.

  "Ohhhh," I say, letting out a lusty moan.

  Ethan pauses for a second. "You like that, Princess?"

  I bite my bottom lip and nod. "Mhm."

  "There's more where that came from, don't worry."

  I'm not. I'm not worrying. I... I know this is odd, but I feel like I never have to worry about him. About what he's doing. About what he's thinking.

  Not for a week, at least. After that?

  I don't want to think about it. This is now and then is then. I want to live in the moment, to experience everything I can before the inevitable.

  I relax and release my inhibitions and give in to Ethan's sinful desires. They're my sinful desires now, too.

  He grabs my thighs tight in his arms. He has large hands, I realize. I must have known this before, but I never really realized it until now. His fingers wrap around most of my thigh, holding me tight, and he pulls my legs up and apart, giving himself better access to...

  Oh my God. Wow.

  Quick and fleeting, Ethan licks from the very bottom of my sex, all the way up my slit, to the top of my clit. My entire body shudders at the sexual sensation pressing through me.

  "Fuck," Ethan says. "You taste so fucking sweet, Princess."

  He goes back down, swirling his tongue around my labia, tasting every crease and fold, each intimate curve. Then in, tasting me, licking inside of me. His tongue is rough, but soft, and the feel of it inside me is unlike anything I've ever felt before.

  He moves back up again, carefully circling my clit, but not actually touching it. I can see what he means by this being a game, too. It's building, my anticipation is, and I find myself counting each second as I await the inevitable. As I wait for him to...

  There! Yessss...

  His tongue peeks out, licking against my clit, pressing at the curves of my clitoral hood, then up and around. Then on my clit directly. Pressing hard, his tongue flattening. This... this is a lot. I can feel everything, his wetness, my wetness, his tongue shifting and moving, rippling and rocking against my clit.

  I love it. I love this. I love...

  He stops, teasing lower again. He tastes my sweet arousal. This is what he meant, isn't it? Devouring my pussy? The description fits perfectly. It's like Ethan can't get enough of me, like he wants to taste all of me, like he's feeding off my arousal, gaining energy and sustenance from my sexual need. I'm not surprised. I wouldn't be surprised if this is exactly what he's doing. I think it is. I think this is how it must always be with him.

  He's attentive and sweet and caring and considerate and focused and oh my God he's sucking my clit into his mouth.

  I did not expect this. I don't even know what this is. I didn't know this was something people did, but here Ethan is, doing it. He licks at my clit, then sucks it between his lips. His teeth tap lightly around the outer edges, nibbling my sensitive little pearl. It's a strange, sharp sensation, almost too much, almost more pleasure than I can bear. There's a border, apparently, where too much pleasure becomes almost painful, and I think we're about to cross it, but I don't think Ethan will. I think he knows exactly what he's doing, and a few seconds later he proves this to me.

  The tip of his tongue flicks against my clit in rapid succession while he holds me in his mouth, then he lets me loose but keeps flicking. This is too much. I don't know what's going on. My entire body is trembling. My legs start to shake, but Ethan is still holding my thighs. That doesn't keep my feet from spasming and kicking. I reach beneath me to grab something, but my fingers only touch against the soft felt of the top of the pool table. I try to dig my nails in anyways, but it doesn't work.

  "You can't give up yet," Ethan says with a smirk. "I'm just getting started. At least let me give you an orgasm first."

  I shake my head at him. "I'm not," I say. "You're going to be the one to give up."

  "Challenges are boring, Princess. Especially coming from someone who's all talk. Actions speak a whole lot fucking louder than words."

  I know why he would think this. I do. He thinks he can turn me into a melting puddle of sexual need and desire, that he'll have
me begging for him soon enough, and maybe he will, but I'm going to try. Maybe I'll give in to him easily, but I'm going to do my best to be his equal, to be a challenge, to be...

  I don't know if I can do this! Oh my God what is he doing?

  His tongue circles my clit again, and I've come to expect what's coming next. I like it. It's exciting and fun and it feels amazing. But apparently there's more, too. Inside me, two fingers, he pushes them past my arousal-slick folds, pressing them deep into me. It's so sudden and unexpected. My body tenses immediately, my pussy clenching against this new intrusion. I can feel Ethan's grin pressing against my pubis as he sucks my clit between his lips again.

  Not until he gives me an orgasm? Well, that didn't exactly take long, now did it?

  Yesss....

  I shudder and spasm on the table, my body convulsing. Inside me, Ethan teases his fingers up, slow and gentle, but persistent and greedy. In his mouth, my clit throbs, and he sends pounding waves of pleasure through my body with each tap of the tip of his tongue against my pleasure pearl. I can feel the beating of my heart and soul inside his mouth.

  He's like some demon, an incubus of the night, coming for me, the nubile young maiden. He has me in his clutches, more than able to trap and devour my essence, but he's teasing and toying with me instead.

  I can't really say I don't like it. I love this. My body loves this. I am the sole focus of Ethan's sexual energy and attention, and it's the nicest and best and most amazing thing anyone's ever done for me. I feel empowered and full and...

  The pool balls in each of the pockets on the outer edge of the pool table rattle and shake against each other. That's from me, isn't it? My body, my shaking, my trembling orgasm as Ethan thrusts his fingers inside of me and sucks on my clit. Yes, yes it is.

  I peak, higher, higher still. This is insane to me. It's too much. So much pleasure. An excitement overload. I want to hold something. To grab something. My hands slam against the pool table, trying to dig in again, but I can't, and then I realize there's something I can definitely grab right now.

  Quick, before I change my mind, because I really don't think good girls do anything like this, I grab the back of Ethan's head. It's soft and nice, but I can hold him, too. I can grip and pull and... I do.