Chapter thirty #3
A single finger finds her clit, and I push her piercing gently. “I love this. My own personal fuck button. One touch and that body of yours stands to attention,” I whisper in her ear. She flutters under my touch. It is so fucking sexy.
Slowly, I circle the spot, and her legs flex around me as the sensation begins to build.
She rests her head on my shoulder as I work without haste, her body tensing and relaxing as the familiar build of a woman’s orgasm begins.
I slide my finger inside, adding a second immediately as her slick walls encase my digits.
I pump, and her body sucks me in, holding fast.
I place my thumb on the bar over her clit as I move my fingers.
She groans again, this time deeper, more needy.
“My girl is ready,” I whisper.” Does she want our long-awaited first time?”
“I’ve always been ready. Take me.”
I don’t need a second request, immediately removing my hand from her legs and grabbing an ass cheek in each palm. My cock lines up at her entrance, and I push forward carefully. She’s fucking tight. I need to thrust my hips to encourage her to open for me.
“Come on, Trouble, let me in.” I push again, her body giving way more but still resisting.
Her pussy vibrates around me, the sensation intense.
“Oh, Trouble, I can feel that pussy of yours wanting to come. Have patience, baby girl. Let me work you for a little while.”
I stop moving, and she flexes her hips in impatience.
“Please, Russ,” she whimpers.
“Enjoy it, Trouble. Close those pretty eyes and feel me, what it feels like to have a man obsessed with you inside.”
I kiss her shoulder. “Let that pretty pussy of yours hold me.”
I rock my hips slowly, and my cock throbs for me to move harder.
Wait, I will myself. I want this moment to last until the end of time.
With each small stroke, she tightens more and it's fucking ecstasy.
“I’ll always hold you,” she whispers, and the joy of the moment breaks.
“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”
“I have every intention of keeping my promises.”
Needing to move on from the heartache her words trigger, I move faster, thrusting forward hard. Her fingers grab my hair, pulling my head back as I move. She takes my mouth hard, her tongue diving deep. It feels like she’s marking me as I claim her with my cock.
“Come for me, Russ,” she says, her breath catching on each word. “Fill me up like a good boy so there will be part of you in me for longer. Show me I’m your girl.”
I slam her hard against the glass, pushing my dick as deep as it can go.
She screams as her body erupts, her pussy clamping tight, demanding I give her what she wants.
My cock jerks on her command, and I empty myself fully, the relief of finally having enjoyed her the way I wanted mixed with sadness.
I stay inside her as long as I possibly can in an attempt to burn this amazing feeling into my mind, so it will be forever remembered.
I carry her over toward the daybed, stepping out of the water with her wrapped around my body. I lay her down, then grab a blanket from the stack folded by the side of the bed before joining her and covering us both.
We lie beside one another, breathing in unison, unspeaking.
When I glance over, she’s smiling, her eyes fixed on the white canopy above.
My heart sinks; I know I need to have the conversation my brother and I agreed would happen.
The one we discussed would take place as soon as Samantha and I took the step to being sexual.
“Trouble,” I say softly
“Uh-huh.”
“We need to talk. Now we’ve had sex, we need to discuss what this means for us all.” She rolls onto her side and then props herself up on her elbow. Her expression changes from relaxed to uncertain.
“What is there to talk about?” she asks, a quiver in her tone. “We were always going to have sex.”
“Today, like you said, marks the beginning of the end.” I attempt to keep my tone calm but even I sense the nerves in my voice.
“Stop speaking in riddles, Russ. Fucking tell me what you’re on about.” She scowls, annoyed by my evasive words.
“Connor and I agreed once your and my relationship progressed to this stage that…”
I stop speaking, my concerns getting the better of me.
She’s going to be furious we made this decision without her, but both my brother and I needed a plan, a boundary as to when we would be released from this love triangle.
We needed to know it would end and that one of us would win.
“You mean when we had sex,” she states.
“Yes. We agreed that would start a clock on when you were to choose.” Her features fall in horror. Pain flashes in her eyes, betrayal staring me in the face.
“You never thought to discuss this with me?” Her pitch is high and her words rapid.
“We agreed this was best, and that it would allow both relationships to progress as naturally as possible,” I attempt to explain, but the look she gives me tells me that it’s not accepted. “You were always going to have to choose, Trouble. Neither Connor nor I have said differently.”
She rolls onto her back and stares blankly up at the canopy again. There’s no smile or warm feeling now. “How long do I have?” she says sullenly, all the fun of what we shared evaporating with each syllable.
“Three months. You have ninety days to decide which of us you want to keep.”