Page 70 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

Lach groans against my lips. “You feel so fucking perfect. Everything about you is perfect.” His mouth skates over my cheek until his head is buried against my neck. He rocks his hips, sliding in and out of me. Every push and pull driving me higher and higher. It won’t take long until I’m catapulted into the stratosphere.

Sex has never been this good. With Lach, it’s an out-of-body experience. It’s like capturing the most beautiful sunrise. Splashes of pinks and purples streak across the sky, much like the tingles soaring through my body like a shooting star. Lach’s hand slides up the back of my leg until he reaches my knee. He pushes my leg to my chest. It’s a little easier now since I started doing more yoga. His pace increases, pounding into me as his groans grow louder. I never.Thrust. Want.Thrust. It.Thrust.To.Thrust. Stop.Thrust. My nails claw at the sheets to keep me grounded.

“Hold this.” Lach sits up and moves my hand to my bent knee. He pats around until he finds the discarded egg vibrator tangled in the blanket. He presses the button, and it vibrates to life. Leisurely, he rocks his hips into me. With the egg in his hand, he lowers it until it rests against my clit.

The vibrations shoot from between my legs to every toe and fingertip. Then it’s like a firecracker exploding. “Ah! Fuuuck.” There is no slow buildup. No crawl to pleasure. It just detonates. Lach has the button, and he’s pressing it. Over and over again. On my clit. “Oh my god. Lach!” My entire body convulses with pleasure. Pure orgasmic pleasure.

His movements slow, but he never stops. “I’ll never tire of watching you come undone. Do you have another one in you, but this time riding my dick?”

I’m still collecting my breath from the last. One orgasm from Lach is amazing. Two is a fucking dream. “Are you threatening me with a good time?” My words come out breathy.

Lach pulls out of me, and I whimper from the loss. He lays down on the bed, and I hike a leg over his hips. Reaching between us, I brush the tip of his cock over my pussy before aligning myself with him. Slowly, I sink down, savoring the stretch. No matter how many times we have sex, each time feels more amazing than the last. His calloused hands slide up my thighs until he reaches my waist. I slide up and down his cock, taking all the pleasure I possibly can. My head falls back on a moan. His fingers dimple my soft skin, guiding my movements. I lean down, my long hair cascading around us like a curtain. My nails dig into his chest, leaving crescent-shaped marks as I increase my pace. With each stroke, the anticipation builds and builds, bringing me closer to the edge of another intense orgasm.

“Fuck. Sunflower. Ride my cock like you own it.”

His grunts mix with my moans in perfect harmony—each stroke driving me closer and closer to bliss. He bucks his hips up, slamming into me from below. Each one gets harder and harder as he chases his own orgasm. A white-hot fireball shoots through my entire body and hits me right in my core. Waves of bliss pour through me. A second later, Lach groans out his orgasm, filling me.

I collapse on top of him, my cheek resting on his chest. The rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat almost lulls me to sleep. His fingertips glide up and down my spine. “That was… amazing. Well, every time is.”

His shoulders bounce with laughter. “I’m happy to serve.” He presses a kiss on the top of my head.

“As much as I want to lie in bed with you just like this, I need to use the bathroom.” I reluctantly push myself up out of Lach’s grasp. The blanket falls as a rush of cold air hits me. Jogging to the other side of the room, I grab my robe hanging from the closet door. While squeezing my legs together, I throw it over my shoulders, shoving my arms through the sleeves. I find a bath towel on the floor and use that to clean myself up temporarily.

“I’ll be right back. Then we can do that again.” I wave my finger over the bed where he’s still lying down, the blanket resting low over his hips. I can’t help but drool over his bare chest filled with colorful ink. My nipples perk up under my plush robe, more than ready for round two.Concentrate, Eve, I scold myself.You have all night.

“I’m going to get a bottle of water. You want one?” Lach slides his legs over the edge of the bed, reaching for his boxer briefs with his toe.

“Yeah. Sure. It’s best to stay hydrated for all our extracurricular activities.” I pull open the door, take a step through the doorway, and immediately come to a halt. A bouldersinks from my throat to the pit of my stomach. “Oh. Shit,” I murmur.

“What’s wrong?” Lach’s heavy footfalls rush up behind me. With a hand on my waist, he comes to a stop. “Fuck,” he whispers.

THIRTY-FIVE

I HATE THIS

Eve

“What the fuck is going on here?” Jake glares murderous daggers at me and then Lach. I’ve seen Jake mad before, but the look on his face puts mad to shame.

“Nothing” is on the tip of my tongue, but based on Lach’s current state of dress, or undress, “nothing” is not the word I’m looking for here. “Oh. Um. Uh.” All the words are failing me right now. Lach and I still haven’t discussed what we were going to tell Jake. Hence why I’m tongue tied at this moment.

Lach steps around me and guides me to stand behind him. “I hate you had to find out this way, but?—”

“But what?” Jake grits between his teeth. He takes a step toward Lach, causing him to push against me. I rest my hands on his hips to keep him steady. Or me steady.

“Eve and I are… together.”

My heart leaps in my chest. We’ve told each other we want to be together, but this is the first time we’ve told anyone else. Unfortunately, it’s my brother, and after we had sex, which has now kind of killed my orgasm high.

“Together? Fucking? Is that all this is? She’s my little sister. I asked you to look after her, and what the fuck do you do? You fucking sleep with her!”

Lach holds his hands up in defense. “Look, I didn’t know she was your sister when it happened.”

“When the fuck did it happen!?” He glares at Lach, then me.

“In Florida. We met at the resort where Dessa and Garrett got married.” Lach’s voice is slow and deliberate as if he’s trying to calm a fierce tiger ready to pounce.

Jake’s nostrils flare. His eyes narrow to tiny slits and bounce between me and Lach. “So you didn’t know each other when it happened? What did you do when you found out?”

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