Page 33 of My Brother's Enemy
I knocked his hand away, sliding his fingers out of me. He paused, surprised as I pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top to straddle him.
“Rain?”
I tugged off his joggers and whisked them away, along with his boxer briefs. His dick was long and hard, and it had a lot of girth. I wrapped my hand around it and dipped my head, taking the tip of it in my mouth.
He surged up, his hands sliding into my hair. “Fuck. Shit. Are you—” I swirled my tongue around him, tasting him, and opened my throat, sucking him all the way in. I held there for a beat. I liked this, touching him this way.
He reared up, his hands fisting my hair now. “Shit, Rain. Shit. Fuck. That feels so good.”
I moaned, enjoying making him tremble, and began sucking, bobbing my head over him. He laid still, shaking and twitching, and I kept going. When I nibbled along his tip, flicking my tongue over him, I used my hands to keep pumping. Then I dipped below, tasting his balls, and he cursed again, spasming. “Shit, shit, I’m going to come. Rain.Baby. Don’t?—”
I moved over him again, taking him all the way down my throat and cupping his balls with my hand, and it was enough. He exploded, cursing in guttural gasps. I kept my mouth inplace, drinking up all of his cum, and then I swallowed before lifting off of him with an audible pop.
He cursed again and tugged my head up to look in his eyes. He looked drunk as he tried scolding me. “I was planning on doing that to you, not the other way around.”
I grinned, feeling a little drunk myself, just knowing I could make him come like that. “That was fun. I liked that.”
He growled as he hoisted me up.
I squeaked in surprise and then I was straddling him again, and he tugged me forward to rest on his chest. He tucked some hair behind my ear, the touch tender. “I wanted to fuck you tonight.”
I slid a hand down his chest, palming his dick. “We can still do that.”
He waited a beat, uncertainty in his gaze. “About what you said before, about the personal shit?—”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about it. You just needed to know there’s shit in my head.”
“But—”
I shook my head again. “I don’t want to think. That’ll come after.”
He stared at me for a moment before sighing. “Okay, but I’m going to google everything I can find on ‘personal shit’ the second this is done, just so you know.”
I grinned, ducking my head to his chest. “That’s totally okay with me.” I caught his hand in mine and rolled, pulling him on top of me. Holding his gaze, I slowly pushed his hand between my legs. “Now your turn.”
He flashed me a grin so wicked, so carnal, that I caught my breath. “I’m going to make youscream, Rain.”
I was already throbbing. That sounded just fine to me.
22
TYLER
My phone buzzed, lighting up the room, and it took a moment for me to remember where I was. That ceiling was not mine… And it all came back. I looked over and Rain was still in bed with me. She was curled away, as close to the edge as she could get, with the sheet pulled over her.
Buzz! Buzz!
I leaned down and snatched my phone to quiet it before I studied Rain again. She’d said some shit last night, something about what had been done to her and the way she grew up. I hadn’t thought much about it at the time, as long as she was okay with fooling around, and last night had been good. It’d been fun. I wanted to do it again and again, and I still really wanted to rail her. We’d done everything but that last night, and it had been incredible. The sighs. The moans. The way she’d stroked me. The feel of her mouth, with those beautiful, fuckable lips wrapped around my cock.
I was not prone to falling in love. I barely liked people, but if a girl could make me fall at the sight of her sucking my cock, that girl was Rain. I wondered if she’d been conscious when she’dpulled away from me last night and tangled herself up in the sheet. Because I hadn’t been. I wouldn’t have let her do that.
My phone buzzed again.
Irritation stirred in me because I didn’t want to be distracted from Rain. She was a kaleidoscope of puzzles. Every interaction yielded a different flash of pretty and confusing colors. I wanted to piece them together and figure out the painting underneath. Something had gone massively wrong with her, and I didn’t like it.
I rolled out of bed as gently as possible. Her bedroom was separate from a living area and kitchenette, so I eased the bedroom door shut and moved to the living room before accepting the call.
It was Skylar.
