Chapter 5 #3
I pull one of them out from its confines, my fingers rough against the lace as I expose her plump breast to my mouth. She whimpers, her head falling back against the wall as I close my lips around her nipple, sucking, biting, teasing the taut bud with my tongue.
Her body arches into me. I release her hands, letting one of them slide down, guiding her palm over my stomach, then lower, until she finds the hard ridge straining beneath my pants.
"Do you feel that?" I growl against her skin, pressing her hand tighter over my hard bulge.
She licks her lips, her eyes dropping, fingers trembling slightly as she works my zipper down.
My head falls back as she slides her hand into my briefs, her cool fingers wrapping around my aching cock.
A guttural groan tears from my throat as she strokes, slow at first, teasing, watching my reaction.
I grip her chin, forcing her gaze to mine, my eyes locked onto hers as I shove my pants down. She watches, pupils dilated with hunger as I free myself completely, my thick cock slapping against my stomach.
Her breath catches, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her gaze flickers between my face and my cock.
I step forward, pressing her thighs apart, rubbing myself against the soaked fabric of her panties. The heat of her makes me swear under my breath. I groan again—my voice is rough, barely controlled.
She continues licking her lips as I grip her shoulders, sliding her down the wall, guiding her to her knees before me.
Her breath fans over my skin as she looks up at me, eyes dark with lust. She wraps both hands around my cock, stroking once before leaning in, dragging her tongue over the sensitive tip, licking off the pre-cum already spilling for her.
A sharp shudder wrecks through me. I brace my hands against the wall, watching her lips part, watching as she takes me into her mouth, slowly at first, teasing the head before sucking me deeper.
My jaw tightens, a growl rumbling in my chest as she works me, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder.
"Fuck," I groan, my fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her pace. She moans around my cock, sending vibrations straight through me, making my knees nearly give out.
She takes me deeper, her throat tightening as she swallows, her hands gripping my thighs to steady herself. The sight of her, kneeling before me, lips wrapped around my length, wrecks me completely.
I snap.
Gripping the back of her head, I thrust into her mouth—slow at first, then harder, fucking her face, forcing her to take all of me. Her back presses against the wall, her throat stretching to accommodate every inch. I warn her, my voice tight with restraint.
"You're going to make me come, Scarlett."
She doesn't stop. Her hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer, sucking harder, refusing to let go.
Pleasure rips through me, violent and unrelenting.
My head falls back, a ragged groan tearing from my throat as I spill deep into her mouth.
My legs tremble, my hands clutching her hair as I pulse, emptying myself down her throat.
She swallows every drop. But not before she reaches for the champagne bottle and chugs the last of it—washing me down completely.
The moment my breath steadies, I pull her up, my lips crashing against hers. I taste the champagne on her tongue, the filthy reality of it all is making my cock hard again instantly.
I don't wait. I lift her, carrying her across the living room and into my bedroom, throwing her onto the king-size bed, spreading her wide for me.
Scarlett's body sprawls across the mattress, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as I move between her legs. The scent of her arousal hits me hard, making my cock throb, still pulsing from her mouth.
I grip her thighs, spreading her open wider, my mouth already descending between them.
The moment my tongue swipes across her, she jerks, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
I press my face against her soaked pussy folds, dragging my tongue along the slick heat, smearing her juices across my mouth, groaning at how fucking good she tastes.
She writhes beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets as I flick my tongue over her clit, circling, teasing, letting her feel every deliberate stroke.
"Dax..." she moans, her back arching off the bed, her fingers clutching at my hair.
I tighten my grip on her hips, hoisting her legs higher, tilting her just the way I want before dipping my tongue inside of her. She jolts, her thighs trembling as I push deeper, fucking her with my tongue, my hands holding her in place as she tries to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.
Her moans are louder now, raw and desperate, her breath coming in sharp gasps. I slide two fingers inside her, pressing at an angle, feeling the tight, tender spot that has her nearly convulsing.
"Fuck," she cries, her voice breaking as I thrust harder, my fingers curling, my tongue lashing against her swollen clit.
Her thighs shake, her entire body tightening as I work her, driving her higher, pushing her closer. I can feel it, the way her walls flutter around my fingers, the way her legs start trembling uncontrollably.
A sharp cry rips from her throat as she comes, her body jerking, her juices spilling over my fingers. I keep my mouth on her, lapping up every drop as her orgasm wrecks through her, her thighs quaking around my head.
She collapses against the mattress, her chest heaving, her body spent and still trembling. I sit back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I push off the bed.
I strip the rest of my clothes off, my cock standing hard and ready, still aching for her.
Her eyes flick open, hazy and dark with lingering pleasure as she watches me. She doesn't move, doesn't say a word. She just stays there, spread open for me, waiting.
I grip her hips, dragging her toward me in one swift motion before I kneel between her thighs. She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders as I position myself at her entrance.
I thrust into her, burying myself deep into her pussy with one slow, deliberate stroke. Her mouth falls open, a strangled moan breaking from her lips as I stretch her, filling her completely.
"Fuck," I mutter, my head falling forward, my fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.
She's tight, wet, pulsing around me as I start to move, setting a deep, steady rhythm. She clings to me, her nails raking down my back, her legs wrapping around my waist as I drive into her, each thrust harder, hungrier than the last.
I shift, lifting one of her legs, hooking it over my shoulder, pushing deeper. She cries out, her body arching beneath me, her hands fisting the sheets.
I can feel it building again, the tension coiling, my release creeping closer. I angle myself, slamming into her with unrelenting force, chasing the pleasure spiraling through me.
I tell myself to keep it steady and pull out before I come—but then it happens—a sudden shift—my stomach tightens, my body stiffens as I feel it, the rush of warmth spilling into her.
"Shit," I mutter, my hips stilling, my hands gripping her thighs as the realization hits.
"What is it?" Her voice is breathless, dazed, her body still trembling beneath me.
"I didn't want to finish like this," I manage, my voice rough, still caught in the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Her eyes widen slightly, her lips parted, but then she exhales, her expression smoothing.
"Don't stop," she says, her voice softer, her fingers trailing lazily down my chest.
I study her for a moment, my heart still pounding, my body still humming from the high of release. Then I nod, my grip easing slightly.
I pull out, feeling the remnants of my orgasm still pulsing through me as I grip her harder. I stroke myself, still rock hard, still aching despite the release.
She watches me, her eyes heavy with heat, her body still sprawled out on the sheets, completely open for me. Then she reaches forward, her fingers wrapping around my cock, guiding me back to her, silently asking for more.
I fist myself, aligning at her entrance, then sink back inside, harder this time. A moan tears from both of us as I push deeper. Her walls clench around me, hot and tight, sending a shudder through my entire body.
I grip her hips, setting a relentless pace, pounding into her with nothing holding me back. She takes it, her hands clawing at my back, her cries of pleasure muffled against my shoulder as I drive her toward another peak.
The tension builds, coiling tighter with each thrust. I can feel her getting closer, her body tightening around me, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
And then she breaks.
She comes first, her entire body tensing, her nails digging into my skin as she shatters around me.
But this time, it's different. Tears spill from her eyes, streaming down her temples as the orgasm crashes through her—not just pleasure, but release.
All the pain, the humiliation, the devastation of the day pouring out of her in broken sobs mixed with moans.
I slow my movements, still inside her, and gather her close. One hand cups the back of her head, the other wrapped around her waist, holding her tight against me. Possessive. Tender.
"I've got you," I murmur against her hair, my voice rough.
"Let it out. I've got you."
She cries harder, her body shaking as wave after wave of emotion crashes over her. I hold her through it all, my arms tight around her trembling form, letting her feel everything she needs to feel.
Her walls pulse around me, still gripping my cock, and the sensation combined with the raw intimacy of this moment sends me over the edge. I groan against her neck, my thrusts turning erratic as the pleasure consumes me, my release comes in full force, spurting inside of her, coating her walls.
We collapse together, tangled in sweat and heat, our bodies spent, our breaths uneven. I roll slightly to the side, pulling her with me, keeping her tucked against my chest. Her tears have slowed, but she's still trembling, her limbs slack, her entire body wrung out.
I press my lips to her forehead, my hand stroking her back in slow, soothing circles. The room is silent except for our ragged breathing and the distant sounds of the city.
Her eyes grow heavy, exhaustion—both physical and emotional—finally claiming her. Her breathing evens out, deepens. Within minutes, she's asleep in my arms, her face pressed against my chest, her body completely surrendered to sleep.
I lie there in the darkness, tangled in the sheets with my brother's abandoned bride, and wonder what the hell we've just done.