20 Everleigh Footing—Brenn!
Everleigh
Footing—Brenn!
I’d expect greedy, all-consuming lust from Sterling or Fletcher, but my gentle Leo seems to have abandoned his patience. The way he attacks my lips is savage, and I take the violence with utter contentment.
Our tongues war for dominion, his hands grappling all the places he can access above my damp clothing. With the fireplace at his back, I straddle Leo, a leg on either side of his waist, arms snaking around his neck.
The wind howls louder, drowning out the smack of our frenzied kissing. My lips tingle, reacting to the rough assault that leaves me breathless. Leo sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down, causing my muscles to spasm.
Hands seek beneath my sweater to splay across my stomach and hips. His teasing thumbs draw circles, leaving a heated path. I could explode from his touch alone. Everything feels wound up and oversensitised.
“Eden,” he growls into my lips. “I want you so badly.”
“Me too,” I whimper.
“This isn’t exactly the most romantic place.”
“I couldn’t care less.”
Writhing on his lap, I get a hint of exactly how turned on he is. We’re going to be stuck here until the storm passes over. I don’t think I can survive that long with this frantic hunger corroding me from the inside out.
Pushing underneath my sports bra, he takes a handful of my breast and squeezes playfully. I moan into his mouth, taking the battering his greedy tongue extracts without apology.
Leo’s other hand finds its way to my throat, clasping in a tentative test of trust. It feels odd at first, letting him hold me prone. But the necklace brings a new element to his kiss that awakens butterflies within me.
Oh, I think I like it.
Grappling his jeans to source the belt buckle, Leo grunts at my fumbling, but he doesn’t stop me from shoving a hand inside his fly. I cradle his hardening cock, the butterflies inside me transforming into excited pangs that soak me to the core.
“Do you have a condom?” I rush out.
“In my wallet, I think.”
“Where is it?”
“My pack.”
“I’ll get it. Strip.”
“When did you get so bossy?” He chuckles.
“It’s a fairly new trait.”
“Hm. We’ll see how long that lasts.”
I scramble to climb off his lap and locate the backpack. His wallet is tucked into an inner pocket with a map and travel first aid kit. Pulling the condom out with shaking hands, I toss it in his direction, then peel off my still-wet workout leggings.
He watches me with blown eyes, appearing thunderstruck. The bothy is warm enough with the fire crackling in the hearth, but gooseflesh raises on my bare legs at the sound of the storm raging just outside.
“Bring that ass here,” Leo commands.
My body vibrates as I cross the stone floor in my socks. Leo has risen to his feet, jeans gaping open and a hand now clasped around his cock. Seeing the smooth, generous length causes me to gulp.
“Where do you want me?” I whisper eagerly.
“Against the wall.” He tears the foil open with his teeth, pulling the rubber free. “Hands up and legs spread, sweetheart. I want you ready to take me.”
Being dictated to like this shouldn’t be so thrilling. Neither should his hand wrapped around my throat. But I trust Leo implicitly, and following his orders isn’t a chore—in fact, it feels exhilarating to surrender to him.
Positioning myself as told leaves me vulnerable, with no view of what he’s doing. I can imagine him fisting his dick, rolling the condom into place, and pumping himself up and down. Nervous moisture floods my mouth.
“You want to play rough with me?” he croons.
“Yes.” I gulp my nerves down.
“I’m going to take you hard and fast. Is that okay?”
“God, Leo. Yes.”
His footsteps near, making my heart rate soar. “Then I’ll fuck you against this wall to make you understand how goddamn wild and reckless you make me feel.”
“Oh,” I whine pathetically.
“This is your chance to change your mind, Eden.”
“No . . . Please. I need this.”
“What do you need?”
“For you to fuck me exactly like you said.” My face flushes with heat. “Hard and fast.”
“Did you beg my brother like this, too, you dirty girl?”
Lips sealed, I don’t answer.
Foot nudging my legs open wider, he takes a handful of my hair and uses it to tilt my head back, exposing my vulnerability. Open-mouthed kisses attack my neck and shoulder. Lord, he’s being as rough as promised.
“Or did you just let him have his way with your perfect body?” he ponders aloud. “Sterling didn’t go into details, but fuck, how I’ve thought about it.”
The grip on my hair tightens, making the corners of my eyes burn. It’s almost painful, but the effect is acute. I can feel myself clenching in preparation to accept him.
“Remember our deal. You say the word and I’ll stop, no questions asked.”
Nodding frenziedly, I push my ass out to brush against his crotch. He must’ve lowered his jeans fully. I can feel soft skin and the rubber that covers his steel sliding between my thighs, just below my panties.
“Understood?” Leo asserts. “Say it out loud.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“When we get home, I’ll do this properly. We can even go on a date. But right now, I want to split this perfect pink cunt open and hear you scream out my name.”
Moaning, I smack a hand on the wall. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me. Do anything.”
“Are you aching, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I mewl wantonly. “It hurts.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.”
Fingers tug at the elastic that encases my throbbing pussy. Saturated fabric pops and snaps, making me yelp. He easily breaks the flimsy material to tear it from me. Another wave of need hits me at the sheer brutality.
“Better,” Leo comments. “Now let me feed this greedy cunt.”
He spears my slit with two digits, shoving them inside me in one fast pump. I flatten against the wall, loudly crying out at the intrusion. I’m already so wet, I can feel my thighs slicking together.
“You’re dripping,” he observes. “Is that all for me?”
“Yes . . . You do this to me.”
“I wonder how soaked you’d be if we were all touching this beautiful body. I’d love to see how many times we can make you cum as a team.”
The image of all three men taking me in every dirty, delicious way Leo is alluding to is enough to unhinge me. I hug his fingers, making him laugh at the obvious tell.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I do.” My confession comes out half moan.
“Would you let me ride your pouty mouth while my brother takes you from behind? Or let Fletcher eat your pretty cunt and we can take turns filling your tight hole, one after another?”
With each word, he drives his fingers home, fast and demanding. I’m trembling all over as moisture beads on my forehead. The vision he’s painting is filthy, but I can’t help buying into the fantasy.
Clenching my hair tight, Leo uses his position to sink teeth into the spot below my ear. I whine at the mix of agony and bliss, sensing him dragging my skin into his mouth to suck a brand into place.
I’m desperate to climax, but his hand tears free from my entrance on the verge of pushing me over. Calling out at the loss doesn’t garner his sympathy. Instead, Leo kisses the bruise I can feel swelling on my neck and grabs the globes of my ass to spread me open.
“Now bend over,” he instructs.
My muscles tense, bracing for him to push into me. I can feel his velvet cock sliding between my legs, gathering moisture from my pussy lips to spread over his head as lubrication.
“Leo,” I beg. “Don’t tease.”
“Are you always this impatient?”
When I start to twist to pin him with a glare, he halts moving between my legs.
“Keep your eyes on the wall, sweetheart.”
Muttering a curse, I reface the wall.
“Better,” he coos.
His hips rock into me, pushing his steel inside my entrance in one slick advance. We both groan together. He’s a little smaller than Sterling and doesn’t take the time to nudge in, bit by bit, but I’m glad for the relief.
Leo spears me with his length and buries himself to the hilt in one hit. The intensity is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Gripping my ass tight, he pulls out only to crash home like he’s trying to break me in half.
“That’s my perfect girl,” he hums deeply. “Take it, sweetheart.”
Each time he thrusts, I’m plastered even harder against the wall. It creates an infallible trap. He’s free to plant his feet and pound into me as roughly as he likes, sparing no thought for mercy.
Already warmed up from his earlier teasing, my climax builds fast. Toes curling against the stone floor, my limbs spasm and inner walls contract to cradle him snugly.
Sliding a hand from my hip up to my neck, Leo applies the right amount of pressure when he clasps my throat from behind. The act of sheer domination pushes me into oblivion without warning.
I explode around him, clinging to the bare stone wall. The magnitude of my orgasm is immense, almost knocking me over if he wasn’t keeping me upright by his pounding.
“Let go, Eden. Show me how well you fall apart.”
“Argh!” I scream inhumanly.
But still he won’t relent. Not even for me to catch my breath. I’m spiralling, awash with my own vision-blackening orgasm. Leo doesn’t miss a beat. He rails into me with ferocity that even I couldn’t have imagined.
My release adds to the spill coating his length, allowing every pump to glide deeper inside me. Whenever I shift out of position, his grip is there to steer me back to default, back bent and ass raised for him.
“Fuck yes,” he praises between pants. “You take me so well.”
As aftershocks quake over me, the miasma heightens my shock when he suddenly pulls out. I curse in protest, barely able to process what’s happening while he turns me around and grasps my thighs to lift me.
My spine collides with the wall, his hips pinning me in place. He notches my legs around his waist, then surges back into me at a new angle, reaching depths that promise to unravel my mind.
“Can you feel me?”
“Yes,” I heave for air. “God, yes.”
“I’ve imagined you like this so many times. That tight ass stripped bare, pretty little cunt milking my cock. Jesus, you’re incredible. So fucking perfect for me.”
In this situation, it seems illogical for his praise to make me flush. The man’s balls deep inside me right now. But his compliments still light something up that’s gotten far too used to neglect.
Leo hides his face in the crook of my neck, tongue laving over my skin like he’s attempting to lick a path to my centre. One arm braced around him, I grasp the long strands of hair atop his fauxhawk, needing anything to hold on to if I’m to survive his worshipping.
The attacking storm pales in comparison to the way we tear into each other like ravenous animals. Trapped out here, lost to the wildness of nature, something primitive is unleashed. His strokes grow broader, almost rampant, and I undulate my body to take each reckless slam.
His cock surges in and out of me like a diamond drill burrowing towards its ultimate reward. He’s chasing the same high, using me to wring every drop of pleasure dry. I know we’re both close—the battering ram painting bruises along my spine isn’t tender or languorous.
“Cum for me,” he orders between haggard breaths.
Yanking blonde locks, I seal my mouth onto his. “Together.”
“Yes! Now, Eden!”
Leo thickens and spasms inside me, reaching the end of a short tether. His body shudders against mine, hips jerking haphazardly and air hissing between his clenched teeth.
Feeling him find his own climax sends me barrelling into the arms of another explosion. Clinging to Leo’s solidity stops me from sliding down the wall into a boneless puddle. My limbs turn to liquid as adrenaline infiltrates every limb.
His roar is pure triumph. No one can hear us out here, lost to the storm’s savagery. We’re free to revel in the ecstasy. As his head lowers to nestle on my chest, I know Leo’s expelled the need to prove his words.
“Fucking hell,” he wheezes. “Shit, was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”
My eyes hang at half mast as I stroke the back of his head. “Stop worrying. You were amazing.”
“I’d planned to ease you into this a little more gently.”
“How’d that work out for you?” My voice falters, wrung out and dry.
“The plan kinda went out the window.”
“You don’t say.”
“What? Your body distracted me.”
Laughing, I’m clinging to him like a limpet to hold myself up. As my senses come back down to earth, I can feel the soreness in my body. This wall is hard and uncomfortable.
“Easy,” Leo coaxes, sliding out so he can softly set me down. “You good?”
“Mm. Tired.”
“And you thought the hike would be the workout today.”
“I stand corrected,” I huff back.
“Hang on, I’ve got some stuff in the first aid kit.”
He removes the full condom and ties it off to dispose of later. Leaning against the wall, I’m fascinated by Leo tugging his jeans back up, then rooting around in his pack for supplies. He even stops to fish out my bottle of water and hands it over to me.
“Drink up. You’ll be dehydrated.”
“Thanks.”
“Can I?” He gestures over me.
Realisation dawns when I see him pull some cotton bandaging from the kit and wet it with his own water. He wants to clean me up. Jaw locked, I fight the urge to shrink away from his care and cautiously nod.
“I’ll be gentle this time.” He flashes a heart-stopping smile. “Promise.”
While Leo carefully cleans my inner thighs and between my legs, my emotions run haywire. He’s so thoughtful. Even after fucking me into a senseless mess against a wall. Hell, the man bruised me up with my full consent, and here he is on his knees tenderly caring for me.
“Um . . . sorry, but your panties aren’t salvageable.”
“Leo, I’m far too short on clothing for you to go around tearing it.”
“Again, sorry.” He has the decency to look sheepish. “I’ll buy you some more.”
“Good luck explaining that to our roommates.”
“Nah, I don’t wanna give Sterling any ideas.”
Taking the leggings he passes to me and re-dressing sans underwear allows me time to gather myself. The wind and rain are still howling outside the bothy, and Leo takes a second to stoke the hearth with more wood.
“Come here.” He holds out his palm.
Accepting the hand, I nestle on his lap, content to use him as a seat to avoid the cold floor. His torso cradles me close, soothing the aches and strains. I let my head drop to rest on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry for pushing you away.”
“Eden, we don’t have to talk about this now.”
“No, I want you to know that none of this was planned. I didn’t think I’d land here in this town, let alone stick around long enough to build a life. Now I just want to protect the peace I’ve found.”
“Protect it from what?” he questions.
Silent dread crawls into its all-too-familiar home.
“Someone is looking for me. Someone from the life I left behind. And no matter what I tell myself . . . he’ll find me soon enough. I’m just trying to protect you from the past while I still can.”
For a long pause, Leo holds his silence. Dread metastasises into fear of his reaction. But he simply nuzzles the side of my head, planting a reverent kiss on my hair.
“Who is looking for you, Eden?”
The flames crackle and pop, filling my vision.
“A monster.”