Wet For Him.

Chapter 6.

Reina’s Pov.

My legs staggered back as Ronan began to take steady strides closer to me, his broad shoulders moving like life itself.

God, he was so huge. The same structure with my boyfriend yet something about him felt utterly different. Broad shoulders, ripped muscles, and a chest so sculpted I could bury my face in it.

My legs wobbled beneath my dress, and my gaze lingered instinctively on his physique.

A droplet of water moved recklessly down his chest, and my eyes trailed it, taking in every detail until they got to his V-line. The very place where the towel hung dangerously low.

A lump of desire rose to the back of my throat, but I could barely swallow.

All I felt was need. A fierce hunger to grip the towel, shred it off his waist, then go down on my knees like a good girl.

The image of our very first encounter flashed across my mind. My fingers curled beside me, itching to grab his cock and fondle it.

Oh, what it would feel like to have him in my mouth again. What would it feel like to have his hand on my hair again, clutching my strands firmly while urging me to take his cock.

A feeling of wetness rose beneath my thighs. So hot and thick I had to clamp my legs together.

“My eyes are here, kitten. Not down there.” Ronan’s thick voice filled the space, and I jolted out of my trance.

I stared up at him, batting my lashes while looking utterly lost.

Yeah… what… what were we saying?

Ronan’s gaze rested on my chest, his lips stretching into a knowing smile.

“Have you forgotten the size of my cock and come back to check?” Ronan’s tone was calm yet cocky enough to strip me of every yearning I had.

My brows rose in disgust, and I took one step backward. “You are crazy, Ronan. I… I only came here to get a towel.”

I have no business stammering. If I am being honest, I have never stammered in my entire 22 years of fucking age, but with Ronan, my words are always shaky or uneven.

Ronan’s gaze lingered on mine, studying me like he was trying to memorize every inch of me. The smile at the corner of his lips stretched, then he leaned forward gently, his face stopping just an inch away from mine. “I know there is no towel there, but the size of me could not be that forgettable, right?”

My throat wobbled for a second, and I struggled to find a word. I staggered a step backward, pulling my almost-lost self from his charm. “I have a boyfriend,” I blurted out like he was oblivious, directing my gaze sideways.

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed as Ronan’s jaw tightened, his eyes turning darker with something I couldn’t call desire. He was angry. Perhaps.

“You have a boyfriend, yet he is never anywhere when you need him.”

“Don’t talk about Ricky like that,” I snapped.

“Defending a man who doesn’t care for you?”

“You don’t get to decide if he cares for me,” I countered, yet my heart was shattering because somewhere beneath my defence, I knew it was the truth.

“I have no reason to decide that, Reina. It is already obvious.”

An irritated scoff escaped my lips, and I took some steps backward, my arms folded before my chest. “You are jealous,” I said, yet the words came like an accusation.

Ronan’s eyes rolled almost immediately. “Jealous? Come off it, kitten. How the hell would I be jealous of a guy whose girlfriend trembles for me?”

His words struck me like a stone, and I went still for a moment. I stood there like I was trying to process his words, but I was rather stunned by his audacity.

“I am not trembling for you,” I said, in a voice so firm I never knew it could shiver.

Ronan’s lips curved into a smile, yet the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Slowly, he began to take steps closer.

My heart pounded softly in my chest, but I mirrored every step he took until my back was pressing into something. The wall.

My breath hitched slowly, and a soft gasp escaped my lips.

Ronan’s gaze lingered on mine, his eyes turning darker like a predator ready to strike its prey.

I stood there with my wobbling legs, pressing into the door, not in fear, but in the sheer certainty that my body was going to fail me.

Ronan closed the distance between us, leaning just an inch to suffocate me.

My breath trembled, and so did my body, but I stood with a facade so strong.

Ronan’s hand found a spot on the wall, directly above my head, caging me between himself and the wall.

My breath shuddered as he loomed over me, the wilderness of his shoulders shielding me from view.

“What? What are you doing?” My voice came out shaky, betraying every fierceness I had.

Ronan said nothing, but his hands spoke the moment they found my thighs.

My body stiffened, yet I flinched from the warmth of his touch.

“Can you feel that?” Ronan asked in a thick whisper, leaning closer again, so his breath could caress my cheek.

The scent of his cologne wrapped around my nostrils, and I swallowed another lump that formed in my throat.

“C-can I feel what?”

“Your thighs are twitching from my touch.”

“That is a biological reaction, Ronan. A touch would always trigger a response.”

“And your nipples?” He nudged at them, raising a brow.

“My nipples,” I muttered inaudibly, staring down at my chest.

My eyes widened as the erect sight of my nipples poked through my dress fiercely, threatening to punch a hole through the fabric.

Damn it! I was doomed. What was I thinking? What the hell was I thinking when I asked him to drive me away? What the hell was I expecting when I allowed him to bring me over here to his house?

“This….”

The words trailed off my mouth as Ronan placed his index finger against my lips, silencing me.

My body stiffened slightly, and I remained there, still and unmoving.

The gentle press of his finger against my lips lingered. Now my lower lip wasn’t just trembling, it was itching—for a kiss, for a cock, or perhaps for his fingers. That would make a great start.

Ronan kept his eyes locked on mine, every deep stare sending me into the abyss of pleasure.

The valley between my thighs tingled, and I felt a wetness spurt out of me.

“Open your mouth,” Ronan commanded, his tone calm yet thick enough to make me obey.

My lips parted before my brain could even process it. Then he slipped one finger into my mouth, his lips parting gently like the warmth of my mouth was slipping into him.

Ronan’s jaw tightened gently, his eyes turning darker with a lust that mirrored my own hunger.

“Your mouth… it’s so warm.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and I quivered, uncertain if it was from the compliment or from the fact that I had just one of his fingers in my mouth, yet the thickness of it made me feel like it was his cock.

Ronan moved his finger deeper into my mouth, while brushing the palm of his other hand up my thighs.

My skin prickled from the warmth of his palm, while my throat arched with the craving to have his cock buried in the deepest part of it.

His hands served some purpose, and now I was dripping and quaking while anticipating the feel of his fingers against my pussy.

Ronan’s hand was now an inch away from my soaking wet cunt, yet his gaze never left mine.

He kept his gaze on mine, observing every reaction I gave to his touch like he was trying to memorize me.

I felt seen. I felt wanted, and worst of all, I desired it.

“I can feel the hotness of your heat, kitten… are you still denying your desire for me…?”

My heart skipped at how mischievous he sounded.

So he had been playing me? My brows pulled together in amusement, and I parted my lips to speak, but before I could, Ronan brushed his finger up the slope of my very dripping pussy.

My body stiffened, and my back arched. “Ronan…” I gasped, my voice breaking into a whisper.

Ronan’s jaw twitched, and his lips parted slightly. “Stingy of you for wanting to keep all this wetness to yourself, kitten. Let us share.”

Ronan’s voice replayed in my head, and I tried to process it, but before I could, his finger brushed down the slope of my pussy lips till they were now poking at the entrance of my very wet pussy.

My body went completely still as that soft movement sent a chill down my spine.

“Ronan…” I called in a trembling whisper, his name coming out like a broken gasp.

Ronan raised a brow sarcastically, dabbing at the entrance of my pussy while staring into my eyes like it was nothing.

The sound of my wetness against his fingers invaded the air, and a feeling of embarrassment washed over me.

Ronan’s smirk deepened, his eyes turning darker with lust and desire. “Oh, kitten. Can you hear that? The excited sound of your unending juice against my fingers?”

My thighs parted against my will as the pleasure invaded my body like chills.

“Ummm… kitten. You are loving it, right?”

My mouth opened to say a word, but nothing could barely make it past my lips.

I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t bring myself to.

I wanted to end this, to push Ronan away and remind him that I am his brother’s girlfriend… his very own twin brother’s girlfriend. But I couldn’t. Because as shameless as this was, my body was responding to it, and instead of wanting it to end, I wanted more. More of his fingers, his cock, and perhaps… perhaps his tongue.

“Your wetness is a lot, kitten. Do you touch yourself?”

My eyes squinted slightly, and I stared dumbly at him for seconds more before whispering a reply. “I… I don’t touch myself…”

His brows arched in disbelief, but he kept circling his fingers gently around my clit, moving the other hand to the base of my neck, where he held me firmly.

“You do not touch your pussy?” He whispered, leaning in to press his forehead on mine. “What do you do when you are horny?”

The question echoed in my head, and I tried to process his words, but his fingers flickered on my pussy lips again, stealing my ability to think.

“Unmmm…” I moaned, instinctively arching into him.

A wicked grin grazed the corner of his lips, and he let out a throaty chuckle.

“This is exactly what I want you to feel, kitten… the arch of your body, the shiver that my touch would not stop bringing to you.”

Shame rose to the top of my cheeks, and I clutched the wall behind me, clamping and gasping as his fingers moved against my clit, brushing and rubbing like he was massaging me into pleasure.

Hot chills rolled down my body, and I shuddered involuntarily. I have never felt this before… the burning ache and sensation that pushed me to desire more, the unending trembling of my thighs, and this amount of wetness that seemed to be flowing down my legs.

I didn’t know what this feeling was. All I knew was: everything here was wrong. Yet wrong has never felt this right.

“Your pussy is throbbing against my finger, kitten. Do you like how I am touching you?”