Chapter 5
Hunter
Harrison gets a notification banner pop-up on his screen and sighs.
“Fuck, I need to head off for my meeting,” he says, eyes darting to Ari before returning to me. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
And with that, he carries his glass over to the sink, his front flush with Ari’s back as his chin rests on her shoulder.
I have no idea what he just said to her, but whatever it was has her stiffening before he presses his lips just below her ear and sucks, causing her to shiver before he forces himself to take a step back.
“Have fun,” he says, adjusting his erection right before he walks away, leaving us alone in the kitchen.
Her shoulders relax slightly, but I know she knows I’m still here. Because like when she’s in the same room as me, I know, and she feels us too.
I push my chair back with a high-pitched screeching sound.
Her entire body tenses, but she refuses to look over her shoulder. I love how stubborn she is when she wants to be.
My socked feet pad softly over the tiles as I walk towards her, placing my glass next to the one my brother left as my front presses against her back.
“Who were you texting?” I ask, a hair’s breadth away from her ear.
She swallows hard before replying defiantly.
“None of your business, Hunter.”
I don’t know what I love more, the fact that she said my name or that she said none of your business as opposed to no one.
“Hmm, that’s where you’re wrong. It’s very much my business.”
Her sleeves are bunched up to her elbows, her hands still buried in the suds. We have a fucking dishwasher, but His Highness insists she hand-washes everything after breakfast.
She shuffles her feet, but the movement causes her body to brush against every fucking inch of me, including my erection that’s fighting against the cotton of my grey joggers. The ones I wear with her in mind.
I know she likes them. She thinks we don’t notice the stolen glances, the clear appraisal as she objectifies us in the best possible way.
Before she can move away, one of my hands moves to her hip, pinning her body to mine.
I inhale her fragrance. So fucking delicious.
“What do you want?” she asks, her voice taking on a raspy quality that turns me on so much, it’s a similar sound we’ve heard her make when she’s getting herself off.
“Many things, little rabbit. Many things.”
And then, before I have time to think about it any further, my other hand slides across her stomach, up and under her T-shirt, dipping into the waistband of her leggings and underwear.
Her breathing hitches, the sound heaven to my ears, as I splay my palm right over her hot centre. And whether it’s conscious or not, she spreads her legs wider.
“Such a little slut, aren’t you?” I say, my fingers moving to slowly brush over her clit. She bucks at the contact.
It sets my nerves alight, and I know I won’t be walking away from her until she’s coming all over my fingers.
Harrison did say not to do anything he wouldn’t do—and let’s face it, with her, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do.
My middle finger slips between her sweet centre. Fuck, either she’s still thrumming from getting off this morning or from our encounter in the hallway.
But either way, I’m here for it.
“Hmm, wet, just how I like you,” I praise, my lips brushing against her temple.
“You can’t do this,” she replies, but her words hold no conviction as she unconsciously moves against my finger, which slides up and down her slit.
“Your cunt says otherwise,” I retort as I slip my finger just inside her entrance. “Now, this is called just the tip, otherwise known as shallowing, and one day I’ll show you what that is with my cock. But for now, I’ll show you. Just. Like. This.”
I watch her reflection in the window, her lips parted, her eyes squeezed closed, as her head comes to rest against my shoulder.
Adding a second finger, I keep them just inside her opening, using light, deliberate movements.
Oh, it would be so easy to thrust all the way inside, and I will soon, but for now this is all about sensation and anticipation.
A slow, gentle approach. The fact she’s so wet makes it effortless, her natural juice the perfect amount of lube.
Then I press the pad of my thumb against her clit.
Her moan echoes like perfect surround sound before she bites down on her lip.
“Nah, uh,” I say, pausing my movements. “I want to hear you, little rabbit.”
She gives the tiniest of nods, her teeth releasing her lip.
The pad of my thumb presses in slow circular movements against her nub, as my fingers rock back and forth just inside her entrance.
She pulls her hands from the soapy water, her fingers clutching the edge of the sink.
“Tell me you like this, that you love the way I’m touching you,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
Her chest rises and falls as I continue my slow, torturous movements, my own cock leaking with pre-cum in anticipation.
“I shouldn’t,” she says, barely audible. “But I do, I love it,” she concedes.
Fuck, her admission has me wanting to bend her over and claim her cunt right here, right fucking now. But when I take her properly, it will be with my brother there too. She is as much his as she is mine, and the first time will be together.
She surprises the fuck out of me when she reaches back, trying to get in the space between us, her hand seeking out my aching cock.
Her hand is still wet, but I’m unable to deny her. I pull back just enough, her wet fingers brushing over the head of my cock through my joggers, and now it’s my turn to moan out loud.
But what slays me is when she wraps her delicate fingers around my shaft and slowly begins to pump up and down. There’s not much space between us, and her movements, like mine, aren’t rushed, but fuck me if she isn’t topping from the bottom.
“Fuck, you feel better than I ever imagined,” I tell her, needing her to hear the truth in my words before this spell is broken and she comes to her senses. “Are you close?” I whisper.
Because she’s barely touched me, and I’m about to fucking lose it.
“Y-yes,” she replies on a ragged breath.
“Then don’t hold back. Let go and come for me, Ari. Show me what a good girl you are.”