Page 90 of Her Brother's Keeper

“Don’t worry,” he said, smirking. “It’s not like I hear you having sex. You guys are really good at being quiet.”

“Sage!” I shouted indignantly, but it was met by the sound of his bedroom door closing. I stood, shocked, face flaming with my toothbrush forgotten in my hand for a full minute before I got back with it.

When Nox returned, slipping quietly into my room, I told him what happened. My cheeks flamed further when he couldn’t stop laughing. Loud peals of laughter that became infectious, until before long I was laughing, too.

“You’re not helping!” I declared and he dropped onto the edge of the bed beside me.

“I think we should finish the room swap with your dad’s old room, how about you? Put some more distance between yours and your brother’s and while you’re at it, officially claim the title of ‘parent’ of the household.”

I searched his face. He wasn’t wrong, and my father’s room was essentially gutted now. All of his belongings in storage in the attic, or donated to good will, accordingly. We had no reason to keep his clothes and it had been a painful thing to take them away, but Sage and I had done it together.

“I can get some of the guys to help, maybe in the next weekend or two? I think it’s time, Baby.”

I nodded mutely, and wondered, not for the first time and probably not for the last, how I would ever do any of this without Nox there to hold my hand.

I must have said it out loud because he smiled at me, and it held the warmth of the sun despite the night pressing against the window glass.

“You never have to find out, Angel, because I’m here.”

I melted. He gathered me into his arms, and I fit so wonderfully against his chest. Like two jigsaw puzzles, we justfitand I was really beginning to think that god intended us that way. I felt equal parts blessed that I had found Nox so early in life and saddened that it had taken poor Nox so long…

“Babe?” he asked as I slipped from the bed and onto my knees in front of him.

He held his hands out to the sides as I undid his belt. A gleam of deep, dark desire moving behind his eyes, and he made no move to stop me.

Permission granted, I thought to myself, and undid his jeans, lifting him out of the front and wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. He was soft but wasn’t staying that way. He grew in my mouth and down my throat and I closed my eyes, relaxing and swallowing, concentrating so I wouldn’t choke. I took him deep into my mouth, so far my lips touched his body and listened with satisfaction at his “Oh, god, fuck yes, Angel!”

I took my time with this, slow and patient, a serenity filling me that I could do this. Give him pleasure, and that he not only was letting me have my way with him, that he was genuinely enjoying it. It gave me a sense of power, made me feel almost invincible, and on top of that; sexy, and alluring.

His moans and heavy breathing made me bolder in my explorations, and I took my time, rolling my eyes to look up his body and take in every subtle reaction. He gathered my hair and held it back for me as I bobbed my mouth up and down, slicking his cock with my saliva, teasing the underside with my tongue, velvet against the satin flesh of his erection.

I grew wet. I wasn’t wearing any panties under my nightgown, which I was happy for, because I knew just about any second he was going to grab the condom I had waiting off my bedside table and would put it to good use. He fisted his hand in the back of my hair in that controlling way that turned my insides to liquid fire and I pressed my thighs together, body trembling finely as he pulled my mouth off his cock and bent, shoving his mouth against mine.

He kissed me long and lingering deep, even as he stood, gently pulling me up by a combination of my hair and an arm around my body. I shivered with want and anticipation as he tore his mouth from mine and growled at me, “Lose the nightgown.”

I slid the straps off my shoulders slowly, making eye contact the entire time, and let the material inch down my body, a slow, sexy reveal that left Nox’s gaze heated and hungry. He tugged gently at my scalp and I sank down onto the mattress, sitting at his wordless command. He nudged my knees apart with one of his and surprised me when he relinquished my hair and went tohisknees between mine.

“Lay back and relax, Angel,” he murmured, his breath hot and tantalizing against my skin. He placed a gentle, chaste kiss against my right inner thigh and I shivered, laying back even as he used the breadth of his shoulders to keep my legs open for him. He wrapped his arms around my outer thighs and with one strong motion, pulled me, sliding me bodily against the bed, until my ass barely rested at the edge. I squeaked in surprise which Nox quickly turned to a moan as he lapped at me, his tongue hot and wet against my sex, splitting the lips of my pussy until he reached the pearl at the top. He teased my clit with a gentle probing of his tongue and I stuffed both my hands against my mouth to stifle the moans and cries trying to escape.

His finger slid inside me with hardly any effort at all, my arousal peaked as it was. I writhed at the feeling as he teased my walls, and his response was to use his other arm as a barrier across my hips, pinning me down so that he could have his way. I’d never had anyone do this before and I was amazed at just how good it felt. His lips and tongue were sweet and considerate, as was he, listening for my cues and trying new things accordingly.

I yipped when he found a particularly sensitive spot inside me and he chuckled, the sound dark and rich like fine chocolate as he pinned me down harder with his arm and began to exploit the spot with gentle probes of his finger even as he began a new assault with his tongue on the outside.

Oh. My. God.

I collapsed back onto the bed and felt like I had both died and gone to heaven. I gripped the covers in my fists and panted as he wound me up, my body tightening in response to what his lips, tongue, and fingers did to me. I closed my eyes, breath coming in heavy pants as that warm glow of champagne bubbles zephyred through my body, brushing every last nerve ending with pleasure.

He grabbed for the condom off the bedside table as I lay panting and spent, my hands over my mouth, looking at him. He loomed above me, standing between my legs, kicking off his boots and out of his pants the rest of the way. He put the condom on carefully, and stared down at me for a full second, sweeping me with his hungry gaze, before he pulled his tee over his head.

I drank the sight of his hard, nude body in, and reached my hands out to him. He smiled and it held a light that was beautiful, as he once again wrapped his arms powerfully around my legs above my knees and jerked me, dragging me back to the edge of the bed from where I’d squirmed away from it. He lifted me, back arching sharply, and fitted himself inside me. I put my legs around him and he stroked a few times before lowering himself to his knees and me back down to the bed.

He ravished me. He pushed inside me and followed through with his thrusts until I thought for sure that he would either come out the other side or split me in two. It took me a little while to adjust, while I liked it when he gave it to me hard like this, it sometimes started off with an edge of pain to it as he nudged so deep inside of me, my body was cranky about yielding to the invasion.

The orgasm first had helped, and he helped things along by straddling one of my legs on the bed. He raised my other one against his chest, hugging it, massaging my thigh, before unknotting one of my hands from its death grip in my quilt and leading it, skimming across my skin, to my pussy.

“Touch yourself, Angel. I want to watch.” As an afterthought, he took my hand away from my body and put those fingers in his mouth, sucking them, teasing them with his tongue, and lubing them up with his saliva. He guided them, wet and ready, to my waiting clit, and I closed my eyes and arched, doing as he asked, touching myself.

It was such a sense of power and beauty he gave me with the request, I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. Still, whatever the case may be, it was both hard for me and a long time for me to come butgoddid it feel good in the meantime. I lay as his strokes went from punishing and fast to long and lazy as he attempted to find what worked that would work me into another orgasm.

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