Page 77 of Van Cort
West took his eyes from Lara and glanced at his brother, before they landed back on her. He closed the gap between them quickly, and the smile on his lips remained as his mouth covered hers. The kissing made Lara feel light-headed and giddy. She opened her eyes to check if Rhett was watching. He was, and it sent summer saults through her stomach, melting her from the inside out.
“Hmm, you always taste so good, Lara.” West’s hands raced up her back, into her hair, as if he’d been suddenly granted permission to do as he liked.
Lara’s eyes found Rhett’s again, and she realised he must have told West, and so this was West equalling things.
The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears, and not out of anything but want. Because she wanted West - oh god how she wanted him, just as much as she wanted Rhett.
Hands ran down her arms, until he was at the button of her jeans and flicking it open. He’d touched her plenty of times before, always playing and teasing. But now there was an urgency in him that sent a rush through her.
Nerves threatened, coiling in her abdomen at what they were about to do. It was illogical because this wasn’t her first time.
But it was with West.
And it was going to happen in front of Rhett.
“Jeans off. Top off. Lie back on the couch.” West stood and did the same, as he watched her begin, stripping himself down to his boxers. And she noticed he was already hard, as she peeled her T-shirt over her head.
So far, sex with Rhett had been desperate and needy. There was no time spared for taking their time to properly remove their clothes. Standing in just her underwear allowed a sliver of self-consciousness to press into Lara’s chest.
Hands gripped her shoulders tightly from behind, holding her rigid. “You’re going to lie down and let him fuck you, Lara.” The whisper from Rhett tickled her ear and sent goosebumps all over her skin. So much so that she had to pull her lips together to stop from moaning on the spot.
She nodded and took her place on the couch, and West’s eyes raced over her like he didn’t know where to look first.
“You’re so pretty, Lara.” He knelt in front of her before running his hands up her legs to her thighs. He pulled her panties down her legs and hooked his hands behind her knees to yank her towards him, shifting her body down, before he leaned forward and kissed right between her legs.
Lara’s breathing spiked and a moan slipped free. His tongue worked inside of her and touched all the places she liked – all the places he usually touched with his fingers.
Her eyes slid shut as she enjoyed the pleasure, but she could feel Rhett’s gaze on her, heating her skin in the places West wasn’t touching.
“Fuck her already, West,” his voice growled.
It jarred them both from their moment, but West just looked up her body, locked his green eyes on hers, and grinned as he licked his lips. “So sweet.”
Lara watched him lean to the side and pull a condom from his jeans. He rolled it on, moved her legs so she was lying along the length of the couch, and climbed over her to settle himselfbetween her legs. Slowly, he flicked the head of his cock through Lara’s sensitive parts before finding the entrance and pushing forward. His arms bracketed her head, and she reached to grab his neck as he kept pushing.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, as he seated himself as far as he could go.
There was no sting and tear of pain this time, just a glorious slide of pleasure that fed her. She could feel her own heart pounding through them before he looked down at her and smiled. No grin this time, just a warmth that sank deep into Lara’s soul.
She smiled as he pulled back and began to move. Slow and laboured to start, and then he sped up.
That’s what she wanted. Faster. Harder.
Her moans grew in time with his movements, and her head rolled to the side. She opened her eyes to find Rhett, who was a study of control. Every single line of his body looked tense and locked. Not his hand, though. No, that was in his pants and wrapped around his cock. The sight made her body contract.
“Fuck. Do that again,” West growled, his breath against her neck.
She kept her eyes pinned on Rhett, and he kept his focused on her, as West lost the control he seemed to have and fucked into her wildly. Her body felt like a string like this, ready to snap. Her muscles were tense, and her toes curled in that sweet build before release. She was so close. So, so close.
West ground into her, giving her the pressure needed on that bundle of nerves to make her spine snap and her eyes close. Pleasure pulsed throughout her body instantly, lifting her stomach into him and making her cling on tighter.
“Fuck, Lara. Yes!” he shouted, as he came inside her.
Her pulse began to slow as the heat from their bodies started to dissipate. West leaned down and rained kisses over her face,working his way across her collarbone, before kissing her lips. It was all slow and gentle and she could hear everything he said with those lips. He praised her, told her how much he enjoyed it. It made her chest constrict and thump, and she felt so good. Sated
It all filled her with confidence. He did. He always did that. He gave her the reassurance that everything was okay.
She looked over to Rhett, and a pang of guilt hit low in her gut. She’d told him that she was his. That’s what she’d said that very first time with him when he asked her to tell him she was his. Yours, she’d said.
