Page 78 of My Brother's Enemy
I needed to come.
I didn’t want to come.
I wanted this to go on forever.
I needed him to let me release.
All the demands were hitting at me at once and I couldn’t talk anymore. I could only make choking sounds, though his hand hadn’t moved. I could breathe freely.
“Tyler. Please.”
“What do you need?” He kissed my neck again. His hand fell from my throat, sliding to my breast and his thumb rubbed over my nipple.
I arched my back. They were so sensitive, too sensitive.
“What do you need, Rain? You need to tell me.”
“I—”
He began lifting me again, a few more pumps, before he plastered me against the door once more. If anyone was out there, they would know what we were doing. The thumps. The sounds. They would have no question what was happening just on the other side of the door.
I couldn’t talk anymore. I felt like his dick was all the way up into my stomach.
My body began quivering. Sweat rolled down my spine.
Pleasure accosted me in waves, but still, I wasn’t coming.
“You need to tell me.” He was having fun, saying that, and slowing his thrusts, as he kissed the back of my neck. He moved his mouth, tasting around to the front of my throat, his hand tilting me further back for his angle.
“I need—let me come. Please.” My legs were shaking.
“You’d like that, hmm?” His hand rubbed between my legs again in strong slow circles. “Like you like that too?”
I hissed, trying to get away from his touch. It was too much, but he was firmly inside of me and I didn’t want to go anywhere. I wanted his touch. I wanted it forever. But I also needed to release. He was playing with me. It was maddening.
He chuckled in my ear and the sound was so dark, cruel. “You have no idea.” He nipped at my ear again, then circled my clit so much until I was exploding. I screamed; my body went taut. He held me in place, waiting as my climax rode through me and I sagged, my knees unsteady. He held me in place, but he was still fully erect and inside of me.
“Now you’re going to find out what we’re going to be doing all fucking night.” He gripped me hard and began thrusting up into me, as if I had never come, as if we were just starting. He gutted out, “We’re going to be going all night like this. I’m going to pound into you like this until you start recovering from your release, and then I’m going to stop and make you come. Then I’ll wait. I’m a professional fucking athlete. I have the endurance to last alongtime. But I’m going to hold off every time until you come. You got that? It’s my version of edging.”
I moaned, so low. “You’re going to fuck me to death.”
“Exactly. So get ready because here’s your second release coming soon.”
And he delivered.
My second.
My third, still against the hotel door.
He moved us to the bed, laying on top of me while I was on my stomach. He slid inside from behind, and he just kept moving inside of me until he felt another climax coming my way. It was torture and I was crying by the sixth for him to just come.
“You want that?” He was moving, his whole body stretched over mine.
I balled my hands into fists, pinned to the bed next to my head. “Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.Please.” My mind was scrambled. My body was a mess. I was shaking all over. It was the best night of sex I’d ever had, but it was also the most tormented as well. I couldn’t handle much more.
