Chapter Twenty-Three #2
His hands skim up the softness of my thighs, leaving a blaze of heat in their wake. He leans in close, his nose nuzzling the center of my damp panties as he inhales deeply, a dark groan following the lewd act.
“Braxten.” His name leaves me on a whisper, both in need and wonderment.
His fingers tangle in the lace at my hips. “Be still now, Alice. I’m about to send you down that dark rabbit hole and tumbling into Wonderland.” Shredding the lace from my body, he buries his hot, wet mouth against my throbbing center.
A keening cry explodes from me, decimating the darkness of his room. My knees threaten to buckle, but Braxten is there to catch me. He holds me in place as he devours the most intimate part of my body like a starved animal.
I’m helpless against it and the pleasure it brings. It completely takes over, setting free every inhibition inside of me.
My hands dive into the soft strands of his hair, hips shamelessly bucking to the same rhythm of his mouth as I take what he so expertly gives.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Fuck my face.”
The vibration of his dirty words roll through me, creating a ripple affect that sends me racing toward euphoria.
I whimper, letting him know I’m close.
He takes no mercy, his effort never ceasing as he laps, licks, and sucks until I can’t take anymore and I fall apart.
The sound of my release fills the room as I catapult into another realm, one where only the most incredible sensations exist. Braxten prolongs my pleasure for so long that my voice becomes hoarse from screaming with it.
When there is nothing left to take, he climbs to his feet, bringing his face level with mine. Lust rages in his gaze as he grips my jaw with a possessive hand and takes my mouth in a fevered kiss, drowning me in the flavor he just devoured.
“You taste that, Wonderland?” he murmurs against my lips. “This is what heaven tastes like.”
His words weave deep inside of me, burrowing there forever.
Lifting to the tips of my toes, I wrap my arms around his neck, never wanting this moment with him to end.
Our rivaling mouths never sever as he sweeps me off my feet and carries me over to his bed. The cool mattress dips with my weight as he places me down on top of it.
He breaks our connection, standing to his full height. Reaching behind him, he removes his shirt in one fluid motion, unveiling the powerful body he keeps beneath.
When his hands move to his belt, I reach out and grab his wrist. “Let me?”
Heat sparks in his dark orbs before his hands fall away.
Setting to my knees, I work to undo his buckle, my lips pressing to his bare chest, right over the steady beat of his heart.
It triggers a dark sound from him that only excites me further.
Once his belt is undone, I twist the button of his jeans and lower the zipper before pushing the material down along with his underwear.
His long, hard shaft springs free, the incredible sight as beautiful and strong as the rest of him.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I remember the fantasy he had the other morning in the shower. It’s something I desperately want to give him, to make him feel as good as he does me.
“Do it, baby,” he coaxes, sensing where my thoughts are. “Take my cock in your mouth and suck it.”
The rough need darkening his voice has me boldly leaning down and licking the flushed head of his cock, a hint of salt coating my tongue as I do.
A primal noise vibrates in his chest, the sound encouraging me to take the rest of him into my mouth.
With my hand wrapping around the base of him, I slide my mouth down as far down as I can go, which is only halfway, before I suck my way back to the top.
“Good girl,” he groans. “Just like that.”
I repeat the motion, trying to descend a little further this time, but don’t make it far before feeling him at the back of my throat.
Both of his hands sweep into my hair, gripping either side of my head to help guide me. When I take him in a third time, he keeps me in place and flexes his hips, sliding the tip of him down my throat.
I moan at the forceful act, feeling a new ache gather between my thighs.
“Like that, baby?” His voice is down right guttural.
I look up at him, conveying just how much.
He pushes forward again, hitting even deeper this time. My reflexes grip him, holding the tip of him in my throat as I instinctively swallow.
It shreds any restraint he had left. A growl rips from his chest as he sets a steady pace, pumping himself in and out of my mouth with quick, deep strokes.
I let him take over, completely surrendering myself to him.
He tugs my head back, forcing my gaze to his. “Yeah, you love it. Love my cock fucking this hungry mouth of yours.”
I do. I love everything about this moment. The intensity of it, his pleasure, and knowing I am the one giving it to him. To know that I am capable of making him feel this way is incredibly empowering.
Unfortunately, it comes to an end all too soon. He pulls from my mouth, a regretful groan leaving him as he does.
I peer up at him, wondering why he stopped.
He cups the side of my face, his thumb swiping over my swollen lips. “One day, I will come in your mouth, but not today. Today I show you how much better it is than watching.” Without warning, he flips me around, placing me on my hands and knees before him.
Arousal pools in my belly, my fingers gripping the sheets in anticipation. I await the rush for when our bodies become one, but it doesn’t happen.
In a moment of silence, Braxten’s large, warm hand moves to my back, coasting over the jagged skin of my scars.
Humiliation burns as I think about the sight he’s met with, but it disappears the moment he replaces his hand with his lips.
My heart swells in my chest as he kisses each wound as if they are made of glass, the sudden act of tenderness changing this already charged moment into something even more beautiful.
After he cherishes every inch of my marred skin, he stands to his full height, positioning himself between my legs.
My head drops forward on a whimper as swipes the hard flesh through my wet center, coating it with my arousal.
“You ready for me, Wonderland?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He enters me in one single thrust. I weep at the connection of us, at how utterly beautiful it is.
“My favorite place to be,” he groans, stilling deep inside of me.
He’s my favorite place. Whether it’s in the safety of his arms or his body wrapped around mine. He will always be my favorite place.
“Hang on, baby.” His fingers grip the soft skin of my hips as he sets a pace that completely dominates my entire being. I’m helpless against it and the onslaught of pleasure it brings.
“You take me so fucking good,” he growls.
I sob with every savage thrust he delivers, fingers clawing at the sheets.
“Look up, Alice!”
My head lifts at his order, gaze colliding with the mirror on his dresser. I gasp at our reflection, loving the erotic visual we create.
Braxten’s strong body flexes as he takes what he wants without apology, his defined muscles rigid from arms to abs, the beast decorating his ribs adding to the sensuality of this moment.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “Look at the way your pretty tits bounce as I fuck you. Even better than Ryanne’s.”
I clench around him, an image of her and Justice emerging. I’m horrified by it, but can’t seem to help myself.
“You know what else is better?”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond.
“This ass.” His heavy hand lands on my bottom, the resounding smack resonating around us.
I cry out at the delectable sting, reveling in the way it ravages my entire body.
“It’s good, isn’t it, Alice?”
“So good,” I agree, somehow finding my voice.
“Better than watching my brother and Ryanne?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“You know why?”
I don’t respond, worried what will come out of his mouth next. Not because I wouldn’t like it, but because I worry I will like it far too much and I don’t know how to deal with that.
“Because it’s you and me, and there is nothing better than the two of us.”
My fear instantly melts away, his words leaving the most amazing feeling in its place.
“Especially when I am inside of you like this and hearing how much you fucking love it.”
His momentum picks up, gaining speed. The slap of our naked bodies sounds throughout the room, creating a symphony with the harshness of our breaths. The melody completely takes over, robbing the room of any silence as I near that precious edge.
He senses the change in me. “Fall, Wonderland. I promise to catch you.”
As if his words hit a release button, I come apart. Pleasure explodes through me like a deadly grenade, obliterating every fiber of my being.
Before I can come down from the high, he pulls out and flips me to my back, coming over top of me again.
His gaze finds mine in the dark as he pushes the damp hair from my face. “That’s better,” he murmurs, the wild in his eyes softening into something more. “Need these pretty blue eyes on me.”
Before I can revel in the beauty of those words, he reenters me with a solid thrust.
I lose my breath at the reconnection, once again loving the way we fit so perfectly. Like a lost puzzle piece finally finding its home.
This time he rocks to a different tempo. This one not nearly as fast, but just as deep. So deep that I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
My arms come around him, holding him close.
Every muscle in his body hardens as he fights release. “Jesus, I don’t want to pull out,” he groans, pain resonating in his voice.
“Then don’t.”
He stills at my quiet response. A heavy silence blankets the moment as he pulls back to look at me, the intensity of his gaze commanding mine. “Do you understand the permission you are granting me? Of the chance we take if I do this?”
“Yes, and I’m okay with it,” I tell him, meaning it. “I want all of you, Braxten, and anything that comes with it.”
His forehead falls to rest on mine. “You have me, more than anyone ever has, and that includes my brothers.”