I bite her ear, pull her nipple, and plunge my entire shaft into her all at once, and she lights up like a fucking Christmas tree. She’s beautiful when she comes, and I let myself enjoy it for a second more before I let go myself, calling out her name.
“How many people saw us, do you think?”
I shrug. It has her head moving a bit. After that fantastic finish, I needed a shower. Even though Viv didn’t say so, I know she wanted one too. Not just because of my cum dripping down her thigh, but because her ass was on a handrail, and God only knows what else was on there.
I paused in my finger-combing of her hair, just like I did when I saw my essence trickle down her leg when I set her back on solid ground. She must have thought I was panicking that I went without a condom. And I was. Just not in the way she thoughtwhen she quickly said it was okay, that she has a birth control implant.
I mean, that’s good. Great even. No risk of kids and all. She even went on to say she was clean and hasn’t been with anyone for months. I mumbled out that I haven’t been with anyone since a few weeks before I left Kansas.
Or I think that’s what I said. I was still lost in the sight. And I don’t know what possessed me, but one moment I was watching it slide down her thigh, and the next I was using my fingers to scoop it back up and push my fingers inside her again, pumping them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm to keep all of me inside her. She grabbed my wrist, but not to push me away, just to hold on.
I looked into her eyes. They always seem to be dark blue, but that’s just the eyeliner effect. Being that close to her while I fingered her, I saw everything. The small green flecks that contrasts the blue just enough to put a bit of aqua in the middle layer before patterning out like a starburst into the deep blue.
I explored her face while I continued my slow and steady movements below. Her mouth was open, parted just enough to allow air to flow. Her lips were full, not a single stain of lipstick on them but perfectly pink and plump. Her jaw strong for her oval face and her bruising did nothing to distract from everything that makes her beautiful.
When I felt her about to crash over, I sealed my lips around hers and took her release within me. That one, just that one, was for me. The other releases were hers, but this one was all mine. And I refused to let another hear what was mine.
Iresume my finger-combing and speak the truth. “A few.”
She chuckles at my small lie. We both know it was more than a few, but it’s the polite thing to say. I know at least one person heard, maybe even saw us. After her last orgasm, once I was content enough that nothing of mine would fall out of her, I pulled my shirt off and put it on her. Having her try to slide into her clothes after what we just did seemed silly to me. While she fussed with my shirt, I jogged down the last few steps and picked up her shirt and pants.
It made it easier on me with her going without underwear and a bra; I only had to pick up a few things. And that’s when I saw the red hair in the window. His back was to me, probably keeping guard. Maybe I should tell Mickey thanks the next time I see him, but I won’t. And I doubt he’ll expect me to. I wouldn’t if things were reversed. It’s just what brothers do. They look out for one another.
We took the stairs up to my room without passing a single person on the way, but even if we had, both of us would have held our heads high. Nothing to be embarrassed about. We got off, had fun, and were going to get cleaned up.
The shower was just for cleaning. I wasn’t about to push Viv more than I already had. A small part of me was worried that I went too far. But then I remembered who was in the shower with me. This girl ain’t like the rest. If I pushed, she’d push me back and then start punching the shit out of me. I have to believe she’d tell me if I went too far.
Still, I kept my touch light as I washed her. Well… light in that I didn’t grip her pebbled nipples like I wanted or sink my teeth into her plump ass when I got on my knees to wash every inch of her. I especially didn’t lick up her sweet cunt when I had her lean against the wall as I pulled up each leg to wash the bottom of her feet and between her toes. I could see her. I could see all of her. I couldn’t look away from the glistening between her pretty little thighs, but I held back.
When I stood, I had her turn her back to me and then washed her hair with my shampoo, allowing my baser instincts to revel in that fact she wore my scent on her. I massaged her head till she moaned and fell lax at my touch. I was gentle. I was kind.
Then it was her turn.
Unlike me, she had no issues with using her fingers, teeth, and tongue to touch every inch of me. To tease me. To intrigue me. I was putty in her hands by the time she got to her knees. I had half a chub getting into the shower, and then a full one when she lowered herself to the floor. I’d thought she’d tease me more, just to clean me. And she did. But then the water washed away the soap her expertly guided hands had put on my dick as they moved up and down my shaft in a rotating way.
Once the soap was gone, she kissed the tip, and my cock jerked in reaction. She watched me bounce, and then she looked up at me with a smirk before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. She held my eyes as she licked around the edge of my dick’s head. I grunted but didn’t force anything. If she wanted to tease, I’d let her—till she had enough time to rest, and then I’d fuck her within an inch of her life for being the biggest tease ever. My hands were tight, balled into fists to keep me from grabbing her head and face-fucking her.
She eyed them, then me, and I swear I could see the spark of a challenge in her eyes a second before she started pumping herhands up and down my shaft as she used her mouth to bob on my dick, taking as much as she could.
I couldn’t resist—I had to touch her. I grabbed her head and sank my fingers into her hair, caressing her scalp as she massaged my cock with her mouth. It was pure fucking heaven. There was no rush, no worries that the hot water on her back would run out. I had nowhere to go, no plans that meant I had to hurry this up. When Icame, I tried to pull out, just a little, to give her the option. She just sucked harder, and I came down her throat with a groan and a whisper of her name on my lips.
She stood and I grabbed her, kissing her till we were both out of air and needed to breathe. I wanted her to know I appreciated that. That I was honored she did that. If I had to taste myself on her lips, I was fine with it. I’d forced her to taste her own self not just a little while ago on the stairs, after all. It was only fair that I was willing to do the same.
We dried off and got in bed, after ordering tacos. We were both starving, and I’m not about to deny Viv her favorite food. I personally am fond of her Cunt-Wrap Supreme. She didn’t laugh as much as I did when I said that, but I thought it was funny. Still do.
So now we wait. The tacos should be here soon, and I know one of my guys will get everything delivered to my room. And while we wait, we lie in each other’s arms, naked as the day we were born. It’s the fucking best.
With vamps, you don’t let them get comfortable in your bed. If they sleep over, it’s because of a long night of fucking. It’s not because you’re cuddling. Cuddling gets them to thinking things are more than what they are. Vamps are good for a few things, but I don’t think any of the brothers willever consider one to be an old lady. Why would you want to know your old lady fucked your brother and sucked another’s cock at the same time just before you came along? Talk about an awkward bachelor party.
“What was the name of the brother who died?”
“Shovel.”
She pushes away from me to lean on her arm above me. “As in the tool?”
I push her hair behind her ear and guide my hand down her cheek to rub my thumb along her lips. She kisses it softly, and it brings a small closed-lip smile to my face.
“As in Shovelhead. It’s a classic motorcycle engine, and the guy was obsessed with them. He talked about them all the time and even had about seven lying around his shop that he put into his choppers and a few brothers bikes. He was a good guy,” I say as I drop my hand, and she nods.
