Chapter 24 #2
With deft fingers, her bra is undone, then I’m slowly sliding it down her arms to reveal her full breasts.
The glimpse from before didn’t do them justice.
They’re more than a handful, the nipples hard and perfect.
All of her is, and I want to explore every inch, but not out here on the porch in the middle of the night where there’s not a soft place to lay her down.
Maybe if I can get her to come like before, it’ll be enough to distract her from what she really wants, saving the tenuous hold on my control as well as my status as a gentleman.
“Slide off for a second, baby. Let me get you out of these jeans. I need to feel you this time.”
She unsteadily stands, her fingers fumbling with her button until I step in and help.
As soon as I’ve worked the zipper down, she’s kicking her boots off and shimmying the pants down her legs.
The entire time, my hands are on her hips to make sure she doesn’t fall.
Then suddenly she’s standing naked before me, her slick glistening between her thick thighs as the light of the fire flickers behind her.
I could look at her like this forever—she was made for firelight—but the night air is cool, and I can only hold myself back so long.
“Now climb back on and let me show you how much I want you.”
Her knees settle on each side of my hips, her pussy resting right on my waiting fingers. She’s warm and wet, and my dick really wants to come out to play. Instead, I slide my fingers back and forth between the full lips of her pussy, loving the sounds she makes in the back of her throat.
“That feel good, sweetheart?”
“Yes. But I need more, Ridge.”
Circling her clit with my middle finger, I wrap my other arm around her back until my palm is resting on the roundness of her ass.
Impatiently, she reaches between us, gripping two of my fingers and guiding them right to her cunt.
They press into her slickness, her hips already rolling as she fucks herself on my hand.
“Goddamn. You’re stunning like this. I could watch you get yourself off every night for the rest of my life.”
Her eyes open, lower lip pushing out into a dramatic pout. “It sounds like you don’t wanna give me your dick.”
“I do, baby, I swear I do. But you’re—” My words are cut off by a groan when she lifts up to her knees, gliding her hand up the hardness of my cock through my sweats.
Leaning forward, one hand grips the back of the bench as her mouth teases mine.
“I want your dick right now, Ridge. Want you to come deep inside me until it’s leaking out of my pussy.
And I want—” Her breath catches, and I realize she’s staring at something just above my head.
A wicked grin slowly spreads across her face.
“I want Lyon to watch me ride you. Want him to see me coming around your cock for the first time.”
“Son of a bitch,” I growl, looking over my shoulder. Lyon’s massive form is staring out at us through the floor-to-ceiling window.
Now that we’re looking at each other, I tune into what he’s feeling in the bond. Curiosity. Desire. A hint of possessiveness, but that’s overshadowed by the overwhelming amount of love he has for the woman in my arms.
The last thread disintegrates, and I lift my hips, shoving my sweats down just enough that my dick stands hard and proud, waiting for the heat of her cunt. I’ll hand over my gentleman card later.
Her hand slides down my rigid jaw.
“Good boy,” she purrs, giving it a pat.
That should not make my dick twitch, but it does. Though I don’t have much time to think about that because she's lowering herself onto me, the head of my cock pressing into the one place it’s imagined being more times than is healthy, I’m sure.
“Holy shit. You’re so fucking tight.”
“And you feel so good, stretching me out.” When she’s taken me to the hilt, our hips pressed together, her hands grip both sides of my face. “I’m gonna ride you so fucking good.”
My head drops back, her fingers gripping my neck for leverage. My hands find her ass like a magnet, and I desperately try to hold myself back just enough not to leave bruises.
Then her hips start to move, and the sound that rushes from my throat is obscene.
She feels too fucking good. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna last more than a couple of seconds.
Forcing my eyes to hers, I notice she’s watching Lyon as she fucks me, her tongue peeking out before she bites down on her lower lip.
The little vixen likes being watched, it seems, and I’m happy to appease that part of her any time she’d like.
Assuming it’s one of my brothers, that is. No one else is allowed to see her like this. Ever.
The way her body moves is pure sex, tits bouncing as her body picks up its pace. With her eyes still locked over my shoulder, she whispers, “I’m gonna come, Ridge. Gonna milk your dick until you spill everything you’ve got.”
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. You’re killing me.”
Her hips move faster, and I’m clenching my teeth so hard I think I hear something crack.
“I need you to come, Shay. Now. Please.”
“One more second. Just one. More. Second.”
Her eyes close, her arms wrapping around my head until I’m practically suffocating in her tits, but when her body starts to shake and she screams my name, I finally let myself go.
My grip becomes bruising as my release barrels through me.
Dragging her into me by her ass, I hold myself deep inside her.
I just keep coming—every twitch and spasm of her pussy setting me off again.
It’s so fucking perfect, I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same.
Her body goes lax, arms loosely thrown around me as she buries her face in my throat. I’m still breathing like I just ran a marathon, and my legs are like jelly.
I hear the door open, then Lyon stalks out until he’s standing right beside us.
“That was fucking hot.”
Shay snorts, pressing a kiss on my heated skin. “Did your dick like that enough to want to play again?”
I laugh. “Yeah, sweetheart. It was perfect.”
“Good.” She yawns. “I’m so sleepy, ass man.”
“Give me one second. I don’t think my legs are functioning yet.”
“I’ve got her.” Lyon leans down, effortlessly lifting her into a bridal carry.
“Thanks, big man.” She yawns again.
He turns back to me. “My room or yours?”
One eyebrow rises. “Yours?”
The corner of his lips quirks up. “She’s not getting off that easy after her little show.”
“Be warned. She’s pretty drunk.”
He glares down at her, but she’s already passed out on his shoulder. He just shrugs, but he can’t hide the softness that appears when he looks at her. “Tomorrow morning then.”
I laugh, rubbing my hands down my face. “Then yours. The bed is bigger, and I’m not leaving her tonight.”
He nods and heads for the house. Quickly picking up our discarded clothes, I toss back the rest of my whiskey and head inside after them. All I want to do is wrap myself up in her right now. If that means sharing her with my brother and best friend, so be it.
And if Lyon follows through, looks like tomorrow morning will start off on a high note.