17. Everest #2
“If it didn’t work, why did you keep fucking them?” she questions, her voice breathy and low, and a deep groan rumbles in my chest.
“Because I couldn’t have you.” I drag her by her hips to the edge of the bed, and drop to my knees.
“But now you can?” she asks, leaning up on her elbows to watch me, and I smirk, possession purring deep inside me.
“You’ve always been mine, Aurora, now I’m just submitting to my fate in hell and making it known,” I tell her, leaning forward and sucking her clit through the fabric of her thong, making her moan.
The sound rushes through me, wrapping round me like a damn noose of my own making, even as everything screams at me to stop.
I’m her brother, this is wrong, I’m not supposed to be yearning for the taste of her on my tongue.
So why can’t I stop? Why, when it comes to her have I never been able to stop?
She drops down to her back, her hands flying to my hair and scraping along my scalp, as if they were always meant to be there. It snaps any resolve I may have tried to fake, and I reach out and rip her thong in half, pulling the scraps of fabric away from her pussy, baring it to me completely.
“Everest, fuck,” she cries in anticipation.
Fuck indeed.
And as tempted as I am to sink inside of her, I shake my head.
“Not yet, princess, but soon,” I promise, taking in her perfect pink pussy, before shoving my shoulders between her thighs and getting comfy. “Now don’t make a sound or I’ll have to hurt your boys for listening to my girl come.”
I start slowly, licking up each side with teasing flicks of my tongue, before gliding right through her center, focusing on every part except her clit.
I’ve thought about doing this for so fucking long, so there is no way I’m rushing it.
She tastes like the most delicious forbidden fruit.
She tastes like mine. And feeling her shift and writhe, as she tries to make me hit her clit, has me leaking in my jeans.
But I don’t stop, I can’t, not when I’m getting off on teasing her.
“Ever, please,” she pleads, lifting her hips toward my mouth, and I reach out and slide my palm onto her stomach beneath her dress, slamming her back down to the bed.
“Such pretty manners, princess,” I breathe, slowly circling her clit and making her shiver.
“So fucking needy for your big brother,” I add, flicking my eyes up to find her watching me.
I hold her stare as I gently flick my tongue in barely there licks against her clit.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about tasting you like this, Aurora?
” My free hand slides up on her thigh until I can tease her hole with my fingers, sliding my middle one inside her, and relishing in the way her entire body reacts to me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groan, feeling her grip my finger like a vice, and I can’t imagine how good she will feel wrapped around my cock.
“Oh god,” she cries, pulling on my hair, and all it does is spur me on.
I drag my hand down from her stomach and smack her pussy in warning. “Ah ah, little sister, if they hear you, I stop,” I tell her, fucking my finger in and out of her as I massage her clit with my tongue, watching as she bites her lip to try and contain her screams.
I want her sounds, her screams, I want every single one of them, but not at the risk of sharing her.
She’s fucking mine. I pull her clit between my teeth, sucking hard and groaning at the addictive taste of her, licking and biting until I am completely gone for her and only her.
I’ve fucked more girls than I can even count, most of them in this very room, on this very bed, but none of them can compare to her.
They were a distraction, a pathetic attempt to forget her, but even without an eidetic memory you wouldn’t forget perfection.
Her pussy pulses in my mouth, drenching my tongue as I add another finger, scissoring them inside of her and opening her up even more. Then I feast on her even harder, smiling against her cunt as she tries to stifle her screams.
“Do you like seeing your brother on his knees for you?” I ask, pulling another groan from her, making me chuckle against her.
My words are filthy, obscene, yet she takes them in her stride.
Fucking perfection.
“About as much as you liked seeing me on mine,” she tosses back, and now it’s my turn to groan, as I remember how she looked with my cock in her mouth.
Her hands tug on my hair even harder and I lean into her touch, memorizing every second of making her fall apart against my tongue. Her touch has always been my weakness, and now I’m sure it will be the downfall of us all.
I work my tongue and hand in tandem, until her entire body is trembling, and I know when she is about to fall over the edge because she slaps a hand across her mouth and screams. She tenses around me, panting and shaking as her orgasm takes hold, and even muffled I can hear her gasping out my name in desperation.
“That’s it, princess, come for me,” I grunt, working my hand and mouth even harder until I feel her gush against them. “Good girl,” I hum, not relenting on my pace until she is completely wrung out, her legs flopping against my bed.
If the taste of her on my tongue wasn’t already enough, the sight of her, satisfied and sleepy against my sheets, would be.
Pushing to my feet, I lean down and slam my lips to hers, kissing her roughly until she starts writhing against me once more, and only then do I pull back, gripping her by the throat and pulling her up until she is seated on the end of my bed.
Then I unbuckle my jeans and release my cock, gripping it hard and jerking it with quick, rough strokes.
“Mouth open, tongue out, princess,” I demand, and when she obeys without hesitation I feel my release dance up the back of my spine. “Fuck, why are you so good for me?” I praise, fucking my fist even harder, until hot ropes of cum spill from the end, staining her tongue and mouth.
She keeps her tongue out until I am finished and breathless, before pulling it back into her mouth and licking up the mess I made.
Her eyes never leave mine as she swallows me down and I groan again, dragging her up to me and kissing her once more.
She tastes like both of us, and nothing in the history of the world has ever tasted better.
Only when I pull back and drop my head to hers, taking in her sleepy eyes, does my heart rate start to settle.
We both know we shouldn’t be doing this, that it’s wrong on some level, and that the fallout will not be contained, but neither of us care.
For us, it was always meant to be like this, and all that matters is that she’s here, she’s fine, she belongs to me, and only me.
“Let’s get you ready for bed,” I murmur, dropping one more kiss to her lips, before spinning her around and unzipping her dress, dropping it to the floor until she is completely naked before me.
I expect her to be shy or timid, but instead she turns back to face me, shoulders back and head held high, knowing I’m devouring every part of her.
With my eyes on hers I reach back and pull off my shirt, delighting in the way her eyes instantly drop down and take in the expanse of art she has never had a chance to examine on my chest. I watch as she tries to decipher the designs with drunken eyes of which I’m sure she probably won’t recall after tonight.
Then I shove down my jeans, letting her get her fill of me like I am her, baring everything between us, so there is no chance of ever going back.
I’m severing every connection we ever had, and making new ones that can never be erased, because Aurora Gray is fucking mine.