Page 80 of The Bad Brother
“I always want to be fucked,” I tell him, my words broken between soft, desperate moans. I can feel my release, dangling, just out of reach. “By you… always.”
“Fucking. Perfect.” On another growl, this one sounding almost as desperate as I feel, Jensen rears up between my thighs, cock buried deep and pulsing inside me. Snagging the hem of his shirt, he yanks it off. Fitting his hands around my hips, he holds me in place while he gives me a slow, shallow thrust that nearly drives me mad. “This is exactly where I found you sleeping…” he groans, his words accompanied with another teasing stroke of his cock. “That freshly fucked pussy of yours full of cum…” Another shallow thrust. “My cum… do you remember falling asleep with my cum on your thighs, Peach?” Another thrust, this one driving me mad enough to reach down to fight through the bunched, wrinkled fabric of my skirt so I can touch myself.
“Yes…” Trembling fingers brush against my clit, the relief I feel nearly bringing tears to my eyes. “Please, Jensen...”
“So pretty when you beg for my cock…” Another thrust, this one just a little harder, but not hard enough. “When I saw you laying here, my cum all over your thighs, do you know what I wanted to do to you?” Jensen gives me another slow, easy thrust while I pleasure myself, my pussy gripping around his cock, on the verge of coming.
“No.” Release gathers against the small of my back gripping the base of my spine so tight my toes start to tingle. “Tell me…”
Close.
So close…
“I wanted to lick them clean.”
Pulling out completely, Jensen pushes my hand away and I cry out in frustration, a second before he replaces both with his mouth on a feral growl. His tongue runs up the length of my slit, licking and swirling, teeth nipping and scraping against slick, tender flesh until my hands are buried in his hair. Hips flexing and rolling against the relentless fuck of his mouth. Fighting against the rough grip of his hands around my thighs, trying to pin me in place while I scream his name and shatter into a million pieces, broken against the hard wall of my release.
Tearing his mouth from between my thighs, Jensen falls over me again, impaling me on his cock with a single hard thrust. “That’s what I like to hear…” Hand braced against the couch above me, the other pushed between us so he can stroke and circle my clit, Jensen holds himself still while I come, my pussy gripping and squeezing around him like a fist. “Say it again.”
“Jensen.” I whimper it, rolling my hips against his, silently urging him to fuck me.
“Who fucks you, Sloane?” Tone suddenly serious, I can feel the heat of his gaze on my face. “Who makes you come?”
“You.” Already on the verge of coming again, I arch my back, brushing my taut, swollen nipples against his chest. “No one else. Only you… please, Jensen… only you…”
“Fuuuck…” He gives in with a groan, flexing his hips, he rolls them away from mine before stroking himself back in, again and again, the hard, steady pump of his cock dragging us both to the edge where we teeter on the brink for a single, breathless second before we fall together, Jensen lowering his mouth to mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue while his cock jerks and spasms inside me.
Breaking the kiss on a soft groan, he gathers me close and sits up. Still inside me, he wraps his arms around me, holding me against his chest, while he leans down and whispers in my ear. “You, Sloane… no one else…only you.”
THIS TIME, I DON’T MAKE HER A GRILLEDcheese and tomato soup. I make her a BLT and a root beer float, after which she insists on checking my stitches to make sure we didn’t open them up.
We didn’t.
According to Sloane everything looks good and the cut is healing nicely. After she interrogated me about my antibiotics and did the math to make sure I’m taking them on schedule, I fucked her again on the kitchen counter. And then again on the floor between the living room and the staircase on our way to bed.
I didn’t think of my brother once.
Not one time.
Not until she mentioned him.
“I did something today…” She whispers it against my shoulder, her voice heavy with the exhaustion she’s undoubtedly been fighting against since she walked through the door. Hearing it makes me feel guilty.
“Tell me tomorrow,” I say, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. When I say it, I feel her brow pucker against my lips before I pull back on a quiet laugh. “You’re fading, Peach. I should’ve put you to bed an hour ago.”
“This is too good to wait,” she says before hooking her leg over my waist, rolling us both over to straddle me. I go rock hard the instant I feel the heat of her bare pussy pressed against me. We’re both naked. I could be fucking her inside of a second if I wanted to.
I want to.
My cock jerks at the thought.
“Peach…” Dropping my hands to her hips on a warning growl, I do my level best to hold her in place, not sure which of us I’m actually warning. “You need to go to sleep.”
“I will...” The hands braced on my chest dig their fingers into my pecs, her restless hips shifting under the weight of my hands. She feels how hard I am and even though it’s closing in on 4AM and we’ve already done it a half a dozen times, against nearly every flat surface we could find, Sloane wants to fuck as much as I do. “After I tell you what happened.”
“Talk fast.” Groaning softly, I loosen my grip on her hips, letting them roll against mine because there’s no use in fighting it.
“After I told my mother off at lunch and got up to leave, I saw Ethan and Amy—” She’s looking down at me, the shape of her face softly illuminated in the hazy, predawnglow that’s barely strong enough to push itself through the window. “I already told you he was there, right?”
