Page 24 of Uxpectedly Ever After

And I surrender to my craving for him. Let loose the curiosity I’ve held back for years. Sink into his hold on me and the way his tongue tastes as it slides against mine.

The storm raging outside has absolutely nothing on the one that just broke loose in here between us. It’s a hurricane unleashed, and we’re both being swept away.

I’ve had my fair share of kisses. But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared me for being kissed by my brother’s best friend. He doesn’t just kiss me; he consumes me. It’s like he can’t get enough as his teeth nip at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. He’s writing his name on my soul with every stroke of his tongue, every scrape of his stubble against my skin, every shift of his fingers tightening on the back of my neck, holding me prisoner to what’s happening between us.

In all my fantasies about kissing my brother’s best friend, I never could’ve imaginedthis.

The muscles in his arms flex as he drags me onto his lap, and I make a sound I didn’t even know I was capable of making when I feel how hard he is for me.

“Fuck, Clover,” he groans and that sound—god, that fucking sound. I want to live in that sound. Wrap it around myself like a blanket.

My entire body shudders.

I want to beg him to touch me everywhere. To let those big, calloused hands of his run all over my body. To touch him, explore the miles of inked skin and hard muscle. But I can’t seem to form the words, and I don’t need to. Because when he lifts his hips and presses that impressive length right against where I’m dying to feel it, it’s like he knows. Like he can read every thought in my head.

Lightning flashes again, throwing us into nearly blinding white light for a split second. His eyes are wild, pupils completely blown, looking up at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted in his entire life.

I slide my hands up his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat under my palms. His skin feels like it's on fire, his muscles rock hard and flexed tight. I have the briefest urge to pinch myself because there’s absolutely no way this is actually happening.

Banks Priestly is looking at me like I’m all his fucking dreams come true.

He grips my hips and grinds up into me, pulling a moan from somewhere so deep it feels like it’s being ripped right out of my soul. That sound coming from me makes him pull in a sharp breath, his grip tightening to an almost bruising intensity. The pain mingles with the pleasure and it’s so good, too good, and I want more.

He tears his mouth from mine and drags it down the curve of my neck, his lips and teeth scraping over my sensitive skin. My hands find their way into his hair, fingers gripping and tugging every time he rolls his hips up into mine. I can barely catch my breath, everything inside of me tightening as his mouth works miracles against my skin.

His teeth graze against the curve of my shoulder, biting down just enough to sting. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he says, his lips brushing against the sting from his bite with his words.

"How long?"

My breath catches in my throat as his lips and tongue and teeth work a trail of fire back up the side of my neck. He’s leaving his mark everywhere he touches, and I don’t think it’s only my skin that will bear the reminders of tonight as I dig my nails into his shoulders.

"I want you so bad, I can hardly breathe," he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "You're all I think about. You're all I dream about. You’ve been driving me insane for years."

I'm not sure if he realizes what he just admitted, but it makes me feel bold. Wanted. Sexy.

“Tell me you want this,” he demands as his fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise. He’s leaving marks all over my skin like he needs to know neither one of us can deny what’s happening.

"I want this," I tell him, rolling my hips and rubbing against that thick, hard dick of his I can't wait to get my hands on. My pussy is so wet for him, I can feel it soaking through the fabric of my underwear. His hands grip my ass and he stands, stumbling a bit because his mouth is back on mine and we're rubbing all over each other so much neither of us can bear to let the other one go.

He knocks the lamp off the end table, and it crashes to the ground but we don't stop. His tongue is in my mouth, his hands are on my ass and my back slams up against the wall. My legs are wrapped around him and he's grinding into me, my body jerking and writhing against the wall. I'm pretty sure he's going to make me come just by dry humping.

"God, I need to be inside of you," he groans, as I let go of him long enough to rip my shirt over my head and he reaches behind his neck and does the same, gripping his shirt and yanking it over his head. I'm not wearing a bra and the way his eyes go wide when he looks at me, the way his nostrils flare and his gaze darkens, makes me feel sexier than I ever have. It's like I'm a goddess and he's my most devoted worshipper.

I'm going to let Banks Priestly fuck me tonight and I don't think I've ever been more excited about anything in my life.

"So get inside of me."

"Fuck," he bites out, reaching between us to tear open the button on his jeans while he drops one of my legs so I can shimmy one leg out of my shorts and underwear. The need to get naked is urgent, but I can't wait long enough to get completely undressed.

I want him and I want him now.

I've never wanted anything this much in my whole entire life. I'm shaking, I'm trembling, my heart is racing, my pulse pounding. Everything in me is screaming for him and I can't hold back anymore.

He pulls his dick out of his jeans and I don't get any time to appreciate the sight because he has my leg back in the air and he's pressing against me. He grips the base of it, rubs it against my wet pussy, and then he thrusts. One solid, quick, hard stroke that drives the entire length of him inside of me in one motion. I gasp at the feeling, the sensation of being filled by him. He's so big and I'm so wet. It's perfect.

He'sperfect.

"Oh my god," I whisper, resting my forehead against his, my entire body clenching and tightening around him. "Banks, oh my god."

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