Chapter 15 #2
I tease her nipple, rolling it between my middle and forefinger while cradling the full weight of her in my palm. “Better me than some random thug jumping you on the street.”
She scoffs at that. “You’re no different from any other guy cornering me to take whatever he wants.”
Her body doesn’t stop undulating against mine, and I pick up on the goading lilt in her tone. Baby girl wants to play.
I laugh darkly. “I’m different because I’ll never hurt you.” Drawing my hips back, I thrust forward. “Fuck you, good and deep, but never harm you. You’ll always be safe with me.”
I roll my hips into her again. My grip in her hair as unrelenting as the one on her body, I have us both panting.
“The devil I know versus the devil I don’t?” she muses with shallow breaths.
“Exactly. And don’t deny that you like me hunting you down. That it turns you on; I know it does. You love being scared: the adrenaline rush… senses cranked to the max… hyper-aware of every touch …
“Your nipples are so hard right now, I bet your skin is buzzing.”
My hand releases her breast, and I inch south to get my proof. I pop the button then lower the zipper, taking my time and savoring her anticipation.
I ease my hand into her open fly and hold my breath, pushing her underwear aside. My fingers glide along her slick seam…
I moan.
“I knew it. You’re so turned on and fucking wet right now.”
The bare feel of her puts me in a chokehold. I trace the length of her, giving extra attention to her clit as I edge her. I want her as close to coming as I am.
“Not yet, baby girl,” I tell her when her body trembles in my embrace. “Get these pants down for me.”
She lets go of my neck, and I withdraw my fingers, working my own jeans over my hips with one hand to free my stiff length from its confines.
I keep a possessive hold on her hair.
When she’s ready for me, I slide my hand over her wet opening again from behind. This time, three fingers sink into the inferno to meet her soft flesh.
Emily moans again. Her little muscles flex around my knuckles lightly. She feels so fucking good.
“Put your hands back on the wall.” My cock standing fully erect between our bodies, I pump my fingers in and out of her in a rough motion. I want her dripping down my wrist.
Her sounds turn whimpering. “Don’t you dare come yet,” I warn .
Pulling my fingers from her heat, I flatten her chest against the brick at her front and guide the head of my cock to her wet cunt. I tease her with the vertical frenum barbell, letting her swallow just the tip before I retreat and ease back in.
Emily clenched around me, so fucking eager to take it all, and I give her another inch. And then another before pulling out.
“Just like that,” I praise her, drawing my hips back and sinking into her again but no deeper than before. “Soak my cock, baby girl. Get it nice and slick. You’re going to need it when you take it up your ass.” She’s getting every inch of me eventually, just not like this.
I keep a grip on my shaft. Feeling her wet and ready heat bare against my skin, I shudder on each stroke. It’s not something I commonly allow myself. Like Ash, I always use protection, but with Emily, I want this.
Although I would’ve pulled out too, if she weren’t on the pill. She doesn’t need to know that I’m shooting blanks.
Ash and I both had vasectomies. We made a pact that our DNA will end with us, but we like to keep that to ourselves. It would only raise questions as to why we took such drastic measures, and neither of us feels particularly inclined to disclose details about our upbringing.
My grip becomes slippery. “Are you ready for me,” I hear myself ask.
Anticipation has me strung like a wire as I prowl the path to her tight hole with the slick tip of my cock.
I feel Emily tense. Her breaths judder.
I push .
I enter her gradually, letting her crown the head for a few seconds to adjust—I’m bigger than the plug; I knew she’d struggle. Then I proceed with my intent.
Another whimper carries to my ears, this one tinged with distress. “Mason… Mason, please. You’re too big. I can’t…”
“Yes, you can, baby girl.” I press my lips to her neck, and my hand settles on her right hip, squeezing her gently while drawing circles with my thumb in an effort to chase away some of her tension.
“Your body was made to take me,” I affirm, sinking deeper.
I can’t stop now that I have her pinned between the wall and my chest. That I’ve gotten a taste of her that way.
“You’ve been starved, little flower,” I say, releasing my fist in her hair. “Let me feed your dark needs. Let me be your devil.”
I slide my left hand up her throat to the base of her jaw.
My thumb traces the edge, depressing the soft tissue below while my voice stays by her ear.
“Let me show you how good it feels to be bad.” And then I give her one final thrust, burying the last few inches of my cock inside her tight passage.
Emily lets out a moan that’s all pleasure, and I twist her head, planting my mouth over hers to devour it.
More sweet moans pour into me as I start fucking her slowly, swallowing each one like they’re the best meal I’ve ever had. And other than her divine pussy, they are.
“You take it so well, baby,” I rasp. Grip firm on her jaw, I seal my lips to her, and make her bend for me .
My right hand leaves her hip. Finding my way to the cleft at her front, I impart some more attention there and slide the tip of my finger under the hood.
Emily jerks at my touch, but I only hold her tighter.
Adding pressure, I tease little circles while exploring further. Wedged in between her toned thighs, I flick over the sensitive bundle of nerves in my path.
I’m rough. I stroke the length of her seam unapologetically, curving my finger up into her as far as I can reach. I need to feel her shatter.
Emily’s body grows tense, then she convulses violently in my arms.
I ease up on her mouth to suck in a breath. “Don’t stop coming,” my voice chokes out. She feels so good clenching around me.
I work her without mercy, thrusting my hips into her. Harder. Faster. I’m so close.
I run the tip of my middle finger over her seam again and again until I feel my own climax peaking. The force lances through me like a bolt of lightning.
Locking my hips into her, I release every drop I got while my fingers continue their assault.
As my shivers subside still buried inside her, I feel her little muscles flexing around my cock again. She’s building up to another climax.
My fingers stroke her clit. “You like the feel of me inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes!” she cries out as the spasms of her climax lash at her again. “God yes! ”
Fuck, I love the sound of her voice like that. So raw. So uninhibited. No guilt or shame from taking pleasure in the act. That’s how I want her.
After letting her ride out the second orgasm, I step back and zip up.
Emily wrestles with her jeans. I watch her perfectly-shaped ass disappear and miss the view already.
I give her a spin, pulling her towards me to fasten the button at the front myself.
She looks up curiously. My thumbs trace the bare skin of her belly as my hands linger at the waistband. Her lips are parted and her face is still flushed.
I suppress a grin.
Hooking her by the waist, I pivot us around the corner to let her see how close we are to the road.
“Oh shit!” Her eyes widen. People are literally walking right by us.
Now that’s a thrill.
Tipping her chin up with the same hand that wound through her hair so possessively earlier, I lean us back against the wall, this time at the side of the building for everyone to see us.
My thumb skims her jawline. I caress her gently, memorizing every detail of her face from the furrow between her hazel blue eyes to the freckles across the narrow bridge of her button nose and the full, defined shape of lips.
I can read the question on her face before she speaks.
“Why would you choose to share me with your brother?” she asks, her brow scrunched in confusion .
I narrow my eyes on her, my comeback ready. “Maybe I like watching him fuck you while your eyes are on me, anticipating my next move, wondering whether I’ll join in or just get my fill watching,” I insinuate with a smirk.
Tracing the bottom edge of her mouth, I lean in, my voice low.
“And I’ll see your fear,” I stress. “The nervousness in your stare as it pins mine. I’ll see what you’re trying to hide.
That you’re scared of me. Scared, because you don’t know the sick and depraved things I want to do to you.
All the dirty fantasies I have. It’s the thrill of not knowing what to expect that will get you off.
So… while he’s the one pounding into you, it will be me who gets you off.
My eyes… my presence pushing you over the edge.
The chill creeping over your skin pulling your muscles and making your nipples hard, that’s me .
And that gives me power. I want you afraid of me. ”
I withdraw my hand and tug the mask back down over my face. “My brother may have you, but he will never own every part of you like I do. I’m the one in your head. The one under your skin. You belong to me .”