Page 80 of Her Brother's Keeper

He leaned gently closer, lips sliding against the side of my neck, my breath falling from my lips in a shuddering sigh, as his hands trailed softly against my skin. He was exciting me, winding me up so that he could watch me go, and I loved it when he was like this. Taking care of me before meeting his own needs.

He caressed my ribs, letting his left hand, the one he was dominant with, slip between my thighs. He leaned back to look at what he was doing, slipping his thumb through my wetness, teasing my clitoris gently with the pad until I gasped, my pussy throbbing and twitching around him.

“Oh yeah, Baby, like that… Come for me, Angel,” he whispered in silken undertones. I sat up straight, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my place on the dresser for once, giving me a height advantage.

I did to Nox what he did to me, threading my fingers through the back of his hair, pulling his head back so I could kiss him with every ounce of fierce passion I felt for him. He moaned into my mouth, making a sound like I was the best, most satisfying thing he’d ever tasted, and pressed his cock and his thumb into me just a little bit more.

I cried out into his mouth, the pressure building in my womb, my pussy tightening around him to the point he gasped, as the starlight of orgasm filled me slowly in steady increments. I wanted it, I wanted him so badly, my body tight and ready, crying out and begging for that sweet release with every fiber of my being. He rocked his hips forward, questing, looking for that spot inside of me even as his thumb kept up the exquisite, gentle torture from the outside and it was as if the world snapped right out of focus.

I tore my mouth from his and cried out, arching, body writhing in counter rhythm to his. He thrust forward, and I matched him until we crashed together with the sharp report of flesh meeting flesh. His fingers dug tightly into my hips, with near bruising force as we left love making behind. My orgasm seemingly unleashed a primal need in him, pushing him into the response to fuck me. I was okay with that. I wanted that. I wanted every part of him. His love, his trust, and in that moment, his intensity and even that edge of violence that made Nox fall firmly into the category of ‘bad boy.’

He pulled me off the dresser and set me on my feet, turning me around, his fist finding the back of my hair and gripping it in that way that screamed that he had all of the control. It made me melt, I loved it; I loved when he bent me over the dresser and pressed my breasts and stomach flat against the scarred wooden surface, his necklace, the one with the dog tags bearing his twin’s name, brushing coolly along my spine.

He shoved into my dripping cunt from behind and went all the way in, in one smooth, demanding stroke. My hip bones cracked painfully into the edge of the dresser top at first, until I shoved myself forward, planting my palms against the wall, bracing myself to take him and every dominating stroke he had to give me.

He fucked me hard, breathing labored, my pussy wet and wanting, another orgasm threatening from my depths, lurking and waiting, as he dragged it to the surface with every impatient hard thrust of his hips. He smoothed his hands over my ass, and I yelped when one of them came down on one cheek, crashing into the flesh with a sharp snap of sound. I could feel his handprint, pink and angry, raising to the surface with a delicious sting.

“Nox, oh please! Do that again!”

He obliged, with a deep, dark, chuckle and I yowled, shoving myself back harder, clenching down with my pelvic muscles, forcing him to slow just a bit as it became harder to enter and withdrawal from me.

“Oh yeah, like that Angel, just like that,” he murmured and I redoubled my effort to do what he commanded.

He cried out, and shoved into me once, twice, a third and fourth final time, collapsing over my back, his teeth gently setting into the back of my shoulder in a light and loving bite that sent a wash of tingles down my spine. My pussy gently throbbed and pleasurable little pulses shook me, and I realized that I’d come again, with him, it’d just been such a perfect, shining moment I had a delayed reaction of the euphoria sliding around me.

“I love you, Angel,” he gasped between my shoulder blades and I forced myself back onto him just a little bit more, loving how he touched the deepest parts of me. He cried out softly with the unexpectedness of it and I smiled.

“I love you, too.”

We made love on the bed, the next time. Carefully relocating my property vest to the dresser top. The next round far more languid, and the round after that, lazy by comparison to the first two.

I almost wished that we could stay like this all weekend long. Lying in bed together, making love over and over until the afterglow just became glow and the lines of reality softened and blurred until we simply had no responsibilities left but what we owed to each other; making one another feel good.

Chapter 29

Nox

She laughed and smiled and loaded some more food onto her plate. Our sex-fueled rampage over one another’s bodies had worked up a massive appetite between the both of us, and I found myself wishing that cardio was always so much fun.

“What’s that secret smile for, yo?” my twin asked, dropping onto the bench beside me.

“Just madly in love,” I told him.

He looked over to Maren who was laughing at something Reaver was saying and shook his head. “Yeah, until she decides the novelty of it has worn off.”

“Dude, why you gotta be like that?” I asked, irritated. Rush stared me down with his caramel brown eyes, his golden brown eyebrows raising.

“What? She’sseventeen, bro –”

“Eighteen,” I cut him off and gave him a murderous look, a warning look, like if he didn’t want to get his ass beat, he’d better shut the fuck up, right fucking now. He glared back and shook his head.

“Whatever man, same difference. She’s a barely legal teen, but she’s a fuckingteen… When you gonna wake up? She’s just gonna use you until something younger and prettier comes along and –”

“Rush, knock it off.” Archer, our older brother, dropped onto the bench at my back and stared my twin down.

Rush pushed his hands off his knees and stood, “Whatever man, y’all motherfuckers are blind.”

He walked away from us and went over to sit with Red-Thirteen, Data, and Zeb. Archer grunted and I turned to meet his discerning gaze.

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