Page 112 of My Brother's Enemy
“I’ll never run again,” she said. “I promise.”
Relief filtered through me. She meant it. I kissed her, loving how soft her lips were and the way she tasted like cupcakes. “Good, because now I’m going to fuck you, and then we need to put in an appearance with the team, because they’re all worried about you too.” I slid a hand inside her pants, moved her thong aside and circled her, feeling how warm and wet she was. “Baby.”
She moaned, moving over my fingers and grinding down on me.
“You’re all wet for me? This is for me.”
Her eyes went glassy again, but with lust this time. She bit down on her lip as my finger slid inside of her. She pressed her forehead into my neck. I grasped her ass. “That’s it,” I crooned, urging her to keep grinding. “Ride my fingers.” I slid a second one inside and a third not long after.
She bore down on them, breathing harshly into my neck.
I adjusted my position to get a better view of her as she rode me, her pink cheeks, her flushed neck, the perspiration forming on her forehead. Her eyes closed, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. I lifted my fingers to her lip and plucked it from her teeth. A full groan filled the office.
She was glorious.
Tugging her hair, I pulled her head back to taste her throat. I needed to mark her. I wanted everyone to see me when they looked at her. She wasmine.
“That’s it. Keep going,” I said between nipping and laving her skin, sweeping my tongue over her. When a good mark hadformed on one side of her neck, I pulled her head to the other side and started there as well.
“Tyler,” she gasped, fisting my hair.
She yanked, and I moaned. “Pull harder. I love that shit.”
She did.
Fuck. The pain went straight to my dick. It surged up, trying to get into her through our clothes, and she shifted, rubbing her clit over my cock with my fingers still tunneled up inside of her.
“Tyler, I want you,” she breathed, her hand pushing between us to palm my cock. “Please.”
It was that one word. It came out on a whimper, and it broke me.
I yanked her up, tearing her pants and underwear out of the way. She bent and tugged my pants farther down. As soon as my dick hit air, I brought her down on me and slid inside.
I groaned at the feel of her, tight and hot and mine. All fucking mine.
Fucking Christ. I needed to rein myself in or I wasn’t going to last.
Rain rested her chest against mine for a moment before she began moving over me in a slow and deep rhythm.
“You feel so fucking good.” I went back to my mark on her neck. More, more, more. I needed all of my marks on her.
She yanked my hair, pulling my head up to meet my lips with hers. Her tongue slid in, tasting me. She was claiming me right back.
My tongue met hers, caressing. I was going to kiss this woman for the rest of my fucking life.
“Ty,” she gasped, her hips bearing down.
Satisfaction rolled through me at hearing the nickname fall from her lips. I wanted her to say it all the time.
Running my hand over her back, I lifted her shirt, my nails scraping up her spine. She shivered, raising her head. She lookedso sexy—her skin flushed and soft, her eyes hazed over with lust, her lips swollen and pink, shimmering. I wanted to see all of her and pulled her shirt off. Her bra was next. I palmed one of her breasts, leaning down to taste her.
She whimpered again, and just as my teeth scraped over her nipple, her walls clamped down on my cock. I let out a guttural moan, deep in my throat, because that shit felt like heaven, and then she was coming apart in my arms. I held off on my own release, moving inside of her slowly and watching as her climax came over her in waves. She was beautiful. When she was done and her eyes opened, her lip lifted in a tiny grin.
I smirked back at her. “My turn?”
I didn’t wait for her to respond, just flipped us over so she was lying on the couch, missionary style, and then I went to town on her, pounding and thrusting, deep and hard. It wasn’t long before my climax hit, and that shit felt good. Jesus. This woman. Waves of pleasure wrecked me, leaving me panting as I lifted up to gaze down at her.
She slid a hand up my chest, her fingers tracing my muscles to my shoulder, then down my arm until she intertwined our fingers. She pulled me down to lie on top of her.
