10. Lemon #4
Before I can even process the movement, I’m bent forward over the arm of the couch, my hair hanging in my face as the sound of fabric rustling is quickly followed by probing fingers sinking into my sex.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss as two thick fingers push into me, stretching me as he slides them deep, thrusting them in and out of me as the sound of my wet arousal fills the room.
“Jesus, my naughty princess is soaked and dripping for me,” he growls, slipping his fingers out of me and replacing them with the broad, thick head of his dick.
Instead of easing his way inside of me, he forces his full length into me in one hard thrust, pushing me onto my tiptoes as I scrabble to hold on to something so I don’t collapse forward onto the couch.
Pulling back, he slams forward again, starting a brutally hard rhythm that my mind and body struggle to process as the room seems to shrink in around us. The sounds of our bodies joining and our animalistic grunts and moans filling the air, become the musical score to us fucking.
“Jesus, Princess,” Atticus rasps as his fingers tighten on my hips.
I can feel the bruises starting to form beneath his fingers as he uses his hold on me to pull me on and off his dick while he fills me over and over, thrusting himself deep into my body while I just lie, pinned beneath him, only capable of taking what he gives me.
“Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir,” I chant, while he impales me, like I’m his to be used.
This isn’t him worshipping me. This is him fucking me just the way I asked him to.
His palm crashes down onto my ass cheek, and I lose it, coming so hard and so fast that my vision turns black, and my heartbeat starts to buzz in my ears.
I feel the exact moment he comes inside of me, the heat of his release scorching me as he fills my channel, slowing his thrusts until he finally stops, his cock buried deep, his pelvis pressed tightly against my ass.
For a while neither of us speaks, the sounds of our panting breaths the only noise in the otherwise silent apartment.
Slowly gentling his tight grip on my hips, Atticus palms both of my ass cheeks and pulls them apart as he inches his cock out of me.
I’m not sure what he sees, but instead of pulling out, he pushes his hardening cock back into me again, keeping my cheeks open so he can watch.
“Perfect,” he whispers reverently, slowly grinding his dick into my body. “I could do this all night.”
“Uh-huh,” I say tiredly, not hating the idea of him softly fucking me like this for hours.
It takes me a moment to process what’s happening when the loft door opens, and Felix marches inside.
Our gazes lock for a second when he spots me naked and bent over the couch with his brother’s dick in me.
But instead of reacting, he keeps walking, going into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.
Tensing, I try to push Atticus away, but he releases his hold on my ass to keep me pinned in place.
“Atticus.”
“Sir,” he corrects.
“Your brother,” I growl.
“My dick is inside of you, Princess. Your thoughts should be on me, not my brother.”
“He just walked in while your dick is inside of me,” I snap.
“I don’t plan to stop worshipping or fucking you just because my brother might walk in,” he says, keeping one heavy palm pinned at the base of my spine while he uses his other hand to spread my ass so he has a better view of his cock sinking into me again.
“You’re my princess, the only thing in the world that I won’t share with him.
He’ll never want you, never look at you, never covet you, because he knows you belong to me.
You’re my reward, so it doesn’t matter if you spend all your time on display, naked with my cock in one of your holes.
He won’t look because you’re the only thing of mine that he can’t have, and he understands and respects that. ”
The moment he finishes speaking, Felix’s bedroom door opens, and he walks back into the living room again.
“Hey, bro,” Atticus calls.
“Yes?” Felix asks, his attention on his brother, his eyes not even glancing down to me.
“What do you fancy for dinner?” Atticus asks, lifting his palm off my back and using both of his hands to part my ass cheeks wide, exaggerating his movements as he pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back inside of me again.
“It’s Friday,” Felix says, completely unperturbed by the fact he’s having a conversation with his twin while he’s fucking me.
“Lasagna, of course,” Atticus says, and I can hear the smile in his words.
“I have to work,” Felix says, and then he leaves without looking back, without mentioning our nakedness, what we’re doing, or the fact that Atticus never stopped fucking me, his dick continuing to pump in and out of me the entire time.
“You’re mine, Princess,” Atticus growls, his thrusts getting faster and harder until his hands are the only things stopping me from falling headfirst onto the couch.
When I come, it’s a pained explosion of heat that detonates in my core—a mix of want and need and embarrassed mortification, all wrapped up in a sexy thrill at having been put so on display.