Page 101 of The Bad Brother
“Promise me you’ll leave.” The hands latched around my arms loosens to slide slowly down the length of them to wrap around my wrists. “Promise me if I stay, you’ll leave.” The look he gives me dries my mouth and tightens my nipples in an instant.
I shake my head no and look away.
Hands clamped around my wrists, Jensen lifts my arms above my head. Cuffing them together in a single hand, he cups the other around my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Promise. Me.”
Pushing myself onto the balls of my bare feet, I lean into the hold he has on me to trace my tongue along the curve of his lower lip before I answer, my gaze still pinned to his. “No.”
“Goddamn it,” he groans it against my mouth, a moment before the hand clamped around my jaw slides down to wrap around my neck. Thumb pressed against the underside of my chin, Jensen angle my mouth under his to catch the sweep of his tongue, kissing me until my knees areshaking and I’m nearly delirious with desperation. Tearing his mouth away from mine, chest heaving, he practically snarls at me. “Promise.”
“I love you.” That’s my promise.
The only one I’m willing to make.
He growls another curse right before his mouth slams into mine with the force of a punch. He kisses me, tongue swirling and tangling around mine, pouring every bit of fear and frustration he feels into it like it’s a punishment and I take it gladly. Arching my back, I rub my stiff, swollen nipples against his chest and moan into his mouth. Swiveling my hips against his, my breath stutters in my chest when I feel the rigid length of his cock pressing against the inside of my thigh.
Yes.
Dragging his mouth away from mine for the second time, Jensen stares down at me, just as determined as I am to get what he wants. “Is that what you’re after, Peach...” The hand wrapped around my throat gives it a quick pulse before it loosens. “Is that why you want me to stay?” The hand looped around my throat starts to move, sliding over the ridge of my collarbone. The swell of my breast to circle and tease the stiff peak through the thin cotton of my shirt. “You want to be fucked?”
Eyes wide, fighting for every breath I take, I shake my head. “Jen?—”
“Shhh...” Suddenly in control again, Jensen leans into the space between us to press a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth while his hand finds the hem of my t-shirt. “Answer the question, Peach.” Gaze nailed to mine, his rough, steady fingers push under the bottom of my shirt to skimthemselves along the waistband of my leggings. “Do you want to be fucked?”
“Always...” It’s the same answer I gave him last night. The answer I’ll give him, every time he asks. “I always want to be fucked by you."
Jensen makes a deep, feral sound in the back of his throat in response. “Promise me...” His fingers slip past the waistband of my pants and into my panties to push themselves between my thighs. “Promise me if I fuck you, one last time...” He leans in to press another soft kiss against my mouth while he traces the tip of his middle finger along the seam of pussy. “You’ll leave.”
“You’re cheating.” The last of my protest gets snagged on a sharp intake of breath when the tip of his middle finger pushes deeper to rub against my entrance, teasing me mercilessly until I’m shaking, frustrated tears gathering to sting at the corners of my eyes. “Jensen, please?—”
“Fuuuck...” He growls it while the hand clamped around the wrists above my head tighten to the point of pain, a split second before he gives in by sliding two fingers inside me. “You’re so fucking pretty when you beg for my cock.” Pulling out, almost to their tips, Jensen pumps his fingers back into me, hard and deep enough to buckle my knees. “Promise?—”
“Ohmygod." Rolling my hips to meet the deep thrust of his fingers, I let out a strangle cry when my already wet pussy releases a flood that soaks the fingers buried inside them.
“Who’s cheating now,” Jensen groans against my mouth, a split second before my pants are gone. Leg lifted, thigh pinned to the door with his hand and he’s on his knees infront of me. Shoulders wedged between my thighs, he looks up at me, the heat of his gaze fusing itself to mine while he fucks me with his mouth. Tongue pushed deep, licking and sucking every inch of me until my hips are rolling and bucking, fingers pushed into his hair, gripping so hard they start tingle and a familiar tension starts to build and press against the base of my spine.
“Jensen—”
He answers me with another groan, the vibrations of it echoing against my clit while he flattens his tongue against it and starts to suck, deep rhythmic pulls that drag me to the edge and leave dangling, for one heart-stopping second, before I’m flying and falling, Every nerve ending alive and on fire with release.
Before it’s even over, Jensen is standing over me, pants worked down around his hips, just far enough to free the stiff length of his cock. Rough hands lift me and I wrap my legs around his hips, letting out a sharp, ragged gasp when I feel the blunt head of it slide past my entrance on a single hard thrust.
For a moment neither of us move. We just look at each other, mouths hovering a breath apart, both of us panting quietly.
“Jensen, I?—”
He lowers his mouth to mine before I can finish, his tongue licking and swirling against mine, languid and lingering. Like we have the time in the world.
But we don’t.
And we both know it.
Hands cradling my ass, Jensen turns and takes the few steps to the dining room table. Setting me on top of it, stillburied inside me, Jensen tears his mouth away from mine, just long enough to reach down to find the hem of my shirt, this time pulling it off completely. As soon as it’s gone, my bra follows. His shirt too, tossed aside impatiently before he’s on me again, kissing me, slow and deep, arms wrapped around me, hips rocking against mine in perfect time with the lazy sweep of his tongue.
Arms wound around his neck, I break the kiss on a soft moan, arching my back against his hold on me, letting my head fall back so I can rub my stiff, swollen nipples against his chest. “Jensen?—”
Like before, he doesn’t let me say it.
“Shhh…” Running his tongue along the tight cords in my neck, he whispers it in my ear. “Not yet.”
