He started to nibble at my neck and kiss me, making me tilt my head to the side to give him better access.
“It also makes me want to think up new ways to make you blush.” He groaned and then spun me around to push my front against the kitchen counter.
His hands groped and squeezed my breasts as he kissed my neck and then along my shoulder. I closed my eyes to savour every touch and sensation and braced my hands on the worktop.
“I can’t keep my hands off you.” He moaned and then laced his fingers under the thin straps of my dress. He pulled the material down, giving him better access to my breasts and stroked over my now erect nipples. God, I wanted him so badly I couldn’t even think straight.
“Fuck, Paige. You’ve got me so horny, I can’t stop myself.”
He pushed on my shoulder, forcing me to bend further over the kitchen counter. Then he flipped my skirt up and gave a little growl when he saw my panties.
“As sexy as these are, they’re stopping me from getting to what’s mine.” He ran his fingers along the seam of my knickers, and the feather-like graze he gave my pussy made me cry out. Then I gasped louder as he ripped my knickers down my legs with such force I heard them tear before they dropped to my ankles.
I reached my hand around to feel him. I wanted to squeeze his cock and make him feel as turned on as I was.
“Hands where I can see them, sweetheart. Keep them on the counter, that’s a good girl.” I bent my head down and pushed my ass back into him. If I couldn’t touch him with my hands, I’d use anything I could to get closer to him.
“All in good time,” he whispered behind me into my ear. “Trust me. I know what you need.”
I heard the sound of his zipper and then the rustle of clothing as he pushed his own clothes out of the way. Then he ran his cock along my pussy, coating himself in my arousal and rubbing me into a frenzy. I couldn’t speak; I was so desperate for that first rush from feeling him entering me. The way he stretched me in such a delicious way. I rocked back and forth as he stroked me with his dick. The sound of our heavy breathing was soon replaced by the crash and bang of the cutlery and pans knocking to the floor as he rammed into me from behind and sent everything close by us hurtling to the floor. We didn’t care. We were so lost to the feel of each other. He took me hard and fast from behind, but his hands stayed on my hips as he thrust into me so I didn’t slam into the hard wood of the kitchen work surface that he was fucking me over. The harder he entered me, the more the utensils bounced and clanked around, and I met him thrust for thrust, pushing back into him and aching to touch him. He reached a hand around to stroke my clit as he fucked me, long, hard, and deep.
It was in that moment, in the throes of pure ecstasy, that we heard an almighty bang coming from the front door.
“What the fuck?” Cill pulled out of me instantly and started to pull his trousers back up.
My first instinct was to grab a knife and get ready to attack. In my experience, crashing sounds when the brothers were on the loose could only mean trouble. The gut feelings that’d been instilled into my psyche from being in their world, and my reactions to them, came hurtling back to the surface.
“I’m sorry, I… oh… did I interrupt something?” Vee stood at the other end of the living room, watching us with a bemused look on her smug face.
“Impeccable timing as always, Verity,” Cill said in a bored monotone voice. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”
He didn’t stop to hear her response, just busied himself with picking up the cutlery and pans from the floor and spreading them out ready to cook up his next masterpiece.
“I spoke to Luca.”
Cill momentarily stopped what he was doing to look at her. “Oh yeah? What did he say?”
She bit her lip and looked between the two of us with a cocky grin. “He said I should apologise. I fucked up.” She shrugged. “I don’t want to lose my job and Luca said if I want to keep working for him, I need to make things right with you…” she grimaced on the next part, “and her.”
“You don’t need to apologise to me, Vee.” Cill sighed. “But I swear to God, if you ever upset Paige again, I’ll…”
“Paige? Is that your name?” Vee actually looked interested in my response.
“Yes.”
“Wow. I bet he had a field day with that one.” She laughed, and even though I hated the woman, I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Well, this is all lovely, but we are busy. So if you don’t mind, I need to make lunch.” Cill started chopping up vegetables as a sign that he was over and done with the conversation.
“Oh, yes, that’s fine. As long as we are… fine that is. Can I tell Luca it’s all okay?” Vee seemed nervous, and she bit her nails as she waited for a reply.
“Yep,” was all Cill gave her in response.
“Thanks for coming over,” I added, feeling the need to contribute something to the stilted conversation.
“That’s okay. I’m happy for you. I never thought you two would get your shit together, but from what I saw a few minutes ago, you’re pretty much in sync now.” She winked and then turned and left.
At the sound of the front door closing, we both let out a sigh of relief.
