8. Anton
ANTON
I know I shouldn’t be doing this.
That’s the only thought that spirals through my mind as our mouths come together again, and I reach back to make sure the door is shut, ensuring that we won’t be interrupted.
Not just because I don’t want anything to get in the way of all that I crave from her, but because I don’t want my men thinking that I really did just purchase this woman with the intention of fucking her.
But, as she parts her lips, accepting my tongue into her mouth, I know that there’s nothing I want more than to feel her give herself over to me.
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her body against mine, feeling that same heat, that same warmth, that same need rising in me. She might not need rescuing this time, but her hands grasp for my arms with just as much intensity, and I know the only thing I can do is get this out of my system.
I push her back towards the bed, and she pulls me down on top of her, our mouths not breaking for a moment. She’s wearing jeans and a tee, but I want her naked, and now.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that perfect body of hers the last few months, the way her lower belly convulsed as she reached her orgasm, and I want nothing more than to take her there over and over again.
I pull back for a moment, hands sinking to her waist just above the waistband of her jeans. I need to hear it from her, how much she wants me. I will not settle for anything else.
“Tell me,” I rasp against her mouth, my need so overwhelming it’s hard to get the words out.
My cock is already straining against my pants, and I want nothing more than to tear off her clothes and sink myself deep inside her, feel the warmth and tightness of her pussy closing around me, massaging every inch of me.
“Tell me what you want.” I manage to finish what I’m saying as I skim my fingers along her lower belly, giving her a chance to back out of this if it is more than she can take.
I don’t want to force her into anything that she is not ready for. Just because she wanted me once does not mean that she will want me again.
“I want... I want you, Anton...” She chokes the words out, throaty and heavy with lust.
I look into her eyes, which have softened from the anger she met me with before, and I kiss her again as I make short work of her jeans and panties, stripping he from the waist down before I toss her clothes to the floor.
And instead of breaking the kiss, I begin to trace it down her body, taking my time as I taste each and every inch of her skin.
I start at her chin, down her neck, along her collarbone, letting the perfume of her skin flood through my senses.
I want to gorge myself on her, I want to taste every inch of her.
Seeing her up there, my brother at her side, there’s nothing I crave more than to feel her give herself to me, to know that it is me she wants more than anything else, and that she will not settle for anything less.
I continue down her body, stripping her of her tee and tossing it to the ground as I work my way between her breasts and towards her belly.
It’s rising and falling rapidly, just like it did that night, and I can already smell the warm, inviting musk of her pussy, practically coaxing me to give her all that is on my mind.
I kiss down along the curve of her hip, letting my lips drag against her skin, and she lifts her head to watch me like she can hardly believe this is happening.
Our eyes lock for a moment, and I swear, I can feel that connection between us the same way I did that first night—that feeling like she wants to make it up to me, to show me how damn grateful she is.
But right now, I’m the one lavishing her with attention, determined to prove to her that, no matter the situation between us now, I still want what is best for her.
And, as I look up at her, I notice something; something that has changed in her, though I cannot, at first, put my finger on what it is.
A slight fullness to her face, her belly rising a little higher than I remember it. I know it’s been a while since I last saw her, and her body might have changed since then, her system a little different than it was before, but this...
And then, she rakes her fingers through my hair and pulls me starkly back into the moment, and I remember the task at hand.
I slip my hands beneath her thighs and spread her legs, looking down to admire her perfect pussy for the first time, and let out a long groan of appreciation when I see it laid out below me.
Topped with a smattering of dark hair on her mound, I can already see that her lips are glistening with wetness, her hips shifting this way and that as she waits for me to give her what she needs so badly.
And I have no intention of making her hold out any longer.
Draping her legs over my shoulders, I pull her towards me, and, at last, plant my mouth to her pussy.
The sound she makes when she feels my tongue against her, fuck, it makes all the stress and tension and anger feel worth it. I swipe my tongue along the outside of her full, slick lips, finding my way to her clit, which is nestled at the point where the crest of her lips meet.
I look up at her again as I draw her clit between my lips, her brows digging together as her body registers the sheer depth of pleasure that I’m sending through her body.
I grasp her a little tighter, letting my fingers dig into her ass as I draw her even further on to me, and I gauge the pressure she seems to want from the sound of her moans and whimpers of pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” she groans, her nails in my hair again, her hips rising to meet me now, over and over again.
I reach down to adjust my cock, knowing that it won’t be long till I’m buried inside her, and flick my tongue with a little more purpose against her sweet pussy, letting her juices coat my mouth.
I want to bathe myself in the scent of her, I want to show her that she has nothing to worry about when it comes to me—that, as hard as it might be to believe, all I care about is making her feel good, in whatever way I’m able.
Soon, I can feel her thighs starting to tense on either side of me, and I withdraw a hand from her butt to slip it between her lips, coaxing her open for me so I can feel her from the inside out.
She gasps as I apply a little more pressure to her clit, stroking her pussy gently with my fingers, and I’m sure that she’s not going to wait much longer till she gives me what I need...
And, just as though it crossed her mind at the same moment it crossed mine, I feel her give in—the sudden shudder of her body around mine, her back arching from the bed as her hands claw for the covers.
She’s panting now, throaty sounds emerging from her as she reaches her release, and I don’t break my tongue from her pussy for an instant. I can feel her slit flexing around my fingers, squeezing and clamping down on me as the intensity of her orgasm takes complete control of her.
Fuck, I can already imagine how good she’ll feel wrapped around my cock, coming so hard she can’t see straight...
Finally, she pushes my head back from her pussy and reaches down to draw me up on top of her.
I’m more than willing to take this to the next level, my cock almost aching beneath my pants as I wait for her to plead with me for more. I know what she wants, it’s the same thing I crave with just as much certainty, but I will not give it to her until I hear the words cross her lips.
She kisses me, almost frantic, her wetness smearing over her own mouth till she’s marked with her own delicious musk...
“Anton,” she gasps. “I...”
But before she can finish what she’s saying, a deafening sound erupts from somewhere deep in the house. I spring back from her, heart dropping, head whipping around. What the fuck is...?
“What was that?” she asks, her body still shaky from the orgasm I just gave her. I strain my ears; over the ringing, I can make out voices, chaos outside this door, and the distant smell of acrid smoke.
“Get dressed,” I order her. “We’re leaving. Now.”
And, before she can think any further on it, I toss her clothes at her and head to the door. I don’t know what is going on out there, but I would bet good money that it has something to do with her—and that my brother, no matter what, refuses to let me get way with her that easily.