Why did I like that so much?
I feel like I could come from anything now. He won’t keep a solid rhythm now, instead tonguing me and teasing me and only giving me his throat every now and then.
He’stryingto keep me on edge.
Drive me absolutely fucking insane.
Control me.
He knows I’m afraid that someone is going to walk by and he’s milking me for as long as he possibly can.
I watch the devious little expression on his face as he laps his tongue along my tip again, hating how much I love this.
Did I want this the whole time?
Is he right?
When I was curious about Hunter all throughout high school… is it because somewhere in my mind, I wanted him this badly?
The thought is sending me over the edge. No matter what I focus on—his hair, his eyes, his fucking perfect lips—it makes me want to ruin him. Come on his tongue. Maybe come all over his face and leave him sitting there, marked as mine, as I turn and walk away like he did to me earlier.
I stroke my fingers through his hair and it’s so soft, just another layer of sensation that’s sending me over the edge.
“Rayne,” I hear Weston call out from across the house.
I can hear his footsteps.
But there’s no fucking way I’m stopping.
“I don’t care,” I utter at Hunter.
And I really may have lost my mind at this point, because I mean it.
My best friend could walk in and see me using his brother’s mouth like this, and I still wouldn’t be able to pull away from Hunter.
He slides his tongue along my shaft, giving me a purposeful look as he pauses.
“Come in my mouth,” he says in a low tone.
Andfinally, mercifully, he starts to take me deep into his throat again in a fast, hard rhythm. I buck my hips in timewith his movements and it’s so good I can’t process anything else.
Tension pools inside me and I feel it crash over me like a massive wave.
He’s sucking me like he owns me.
I’m fucking into his throat like I ownhim.
Right now I don’t care if that makes me depraved or desperate or just as fucking unhinged as Hunter is. I want it too badly.
As I come on his tongue, he swallows around me like he wantsallof me. I can’t stop myself from letting out a low moan even though I’m trying so hard to be quiet.
He slowly pulls off of my cock, and my breath is heavy as I look down at him.
I feel like I’ve just been fucked.
Or like I just ran a marathon.
I hear a door being open and shut upstairs, and then the heavy sound of Weston’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
