Page 73 of Her Brother's Keeper

He tortured me sweetly until I wrapped both hands around his wrist, laughing, attempting to stop the onslaught, overwhelmed to an extreme, limbs twitching; euphoria swirling through my veins. I didn’t think I could take anymore, yet Nox wrung every last bit of pleasure and then some out of my body, until tears collected on my lashes and I very nearly had tobeghim to stop.

He laughed, and it was a dark but seriously arousing sound. He guided me by my hips off of him. His cock slipping easily from my body. I followed his wordless commands, his hands guiding me where to go, as he stacked the pillows from the bed and had me lay on my stomach with them supporting my hips, raising my bottom into the air. He stroked over my skin, rubbing his hands gently over my back as I shivered with delight.

He straddled my thighs and pressed his hands into my ass cheeks, spreading me, gazing adoringly over my body as I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing. His admiration soothed my nervousness as he rubbed his cock against my pussy, up and down, teasing, before finally sliding back in. He pressed deep, and I swear to god, that the way he had me I could feel every single last inch of him and not just length, either.

He bottomed out, carefully, and nudged just that much further, smoothing his hands over my back, one hand creeping into the back of my hair, massaging my scalp. He fisted that hand in my hair and I gasped, arching back. It didn’t hurt, but it was clear he hadallof the control and I was glad to cede it to him. He tugged back and I gasped again, feeling myself twitch around him and the slow, sly grin I was rewarded with was so worth it, I tensed around him again.

“That’s it, Angel, milk my cock,” he breathed, and closed his eyes, bowing his head as if in prayer as he rode my body.

It was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen and I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him come, and I tensed and pressed back onto his cock and struck a counterpoint rhythm to his short strokes to achieve just that.

Nox rolled his head on his neck, his eyes closed in deep concentration over the feelings he was having, and I loved to watch it. He relinquished my hair, sliding his hands over my skin making it break out in a tingling wash, before gripping my shoulders tight. He thrust into mehard, and I cried out, it feltso goodbefore he pistoned himself in and out of me at a punishing rate. The point where our bodies met reported with a slap of flesh that was punctuated by a sharp cry of pleasure from me. Nox’s breathing was labored, as he gasped, almost as if he were a drowning man, and perhaps he was. Perhaps, he was drowning in me, and I can’t say I didn’t like the sound of that.

He pulled me back onto his dick powerfully one final time, with a shout of pure ecstasy, and I came with him, unable to tell where his body left off and mine began. We pulsed and twitched together, our bodies glued to one another with various fluids, sweat cooling our skins in the dim light cast by his bedside lamp. He lay over the top of me, panting; his fingers twined with mine as he kissed my shoulder between his gasps for air. I lay still, relishing the feel of him inside me and wishing we could lay like this forever.

I was mildly heartbroken when he pushed himself up, reaching between us to hold the condom on himself while he pulled out of me. I shivered and he fell away, onto his side beside me. Laying on his back, the look in his eyes glazed and dazed as he pulled me against his chest, discarding the used condom behind my back. I hadn’t even seen him pull it off.

“I’m not done,” I whispered and Nox gave a laugh.

“Give me a minute, Angel, I’m not as young as I used to be and need a little recovery time.”

I crawled up his body and pressed my lips against his. Nox held my hair back from our faces and traced every one of my features with his gaze, lovingly.

“Well, when you put it that way…” he murmured, and reached for the bedside drawer, pulling a fresh condom from its confines and handing it to me; I smiled and ripped it open…

Chapter 27

Nox

“You are not having sex in our kitchen!” Everett cried, the doors swinging shut on her protests.

“Watch me,” I muttered and pulled Maren back by the hips, the curve of her ass fitting perfectly into the front of my body. She giggled and I put my lips against the side of her neck, even as I slipped my hand beneath the hem of her tee so I could cup her breast. She gasped and bent forward, her ass grinding into the front of me, pressing against my cock which was rising to the occasion.

“At least do her in the office away from the equipment!” Mandy yelled from up front, and then exclaimed, “What? Dray does you in there all the time.” Maren and I dissolved into laughter at the affronted tone Mandy used on her best friend. Everett’s only retort?

“Good chocolate Christ on a cracker, Mandy-girl, we should be better bosses than this.”

Maren twisted in my grasp, turning around so she could look up at me, not at all shy about pressing her body into mine as she twined her arms around my shoulders and held me back. I loved that she was comfortable with and around me, even when our age difference drew second and third looks from people. She didn’t care. She loved me with a fierce fire inside and I couldn’t help but love her back with myeverything.

God, I would be a ruined man if she ever chose otherwise.

“Nox, what’s wrong?” she asked, voice soft, her fingertips lightly touching the side of my face. I gathered them in mine and turned her hand, laying a kiss in the center of her palm.

“You just amaze me, is all,” I murmured; and with a smile confessed, “I just can’t wait to be back inside of you.”

She smiled, and said, “Let me finish up here, and you can take me home. I have to fix dinner for Sage and make sure he’s done his homework, then maybe we can quietly fool around a little?”

I laughed under my breath and nodded, “Sounds great, Angel,” I said, when actually, it sounded like torture. It’d been almost a week since her birthday which had been on a Sunday. When we’d gotten up that Monday morning, it’d been to rush to get her to work, she needed the hours to make up for having to buy Sage some new shoes and jeans. As soon as she was off work, she hit school, only to put in somemorehours after that. The kid had hit another growth spurt and it was everything in her to keep him in clothes that fit, even bargain shopping at discount places and thrift stores.

Tuesday, I’d picked her up in the morning outside her place to take her to school. You should have seen the look on that fucking little cock bite, Lucas’ face when we’d pulled up on the bike. I’d watched his face go a whiter shade of pale when she’d kissed me goodbye. In fact, a lot of comments flew behind hands when she’d done it and I loved that she didn’t care.

I’d tried to pick her up as often as I could in the mornings and drop her off when I knew I’d be off in time to pick her up. Sage and Connor had thankfully bonded pretty hard, and with the help of the child psych he was seeing, he was back to being a normal kid for the most part. I think our regular workouts and establishing some solid routines had helped out by like a lot with that. So much so, Sage had been allowed to catch the bus home on his own starting two days ago, and so far so good.

“I’ll follow you,” I told Maren after she’d finished cleaning up.

We headed out of the kitchen and Everett looked up from where she was counting the till, asking: “My office the way you found it?”

“We didn’t actuallydoanything!” Maren cried, laughing.

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