Declan leads the way up the stairs, and another sort of excitement starts to build inside. Anticipation fills me, almost tingling; I cannot wait to be surprised.
ChapterEleven
Declan
Ican feel a smirk lifting my lips. Riling my brother up is the only way I’m going to get him to cross that last hurdle with Harlow. My brother holds so tight to his self-control and his issues with his ex, he’s missing out on giving his commitment to Harlow that last big confirmation. He’s ready to move in with her, but he’s still clenching his hands on those reins. I’m hoping this might help him finally lose it just a little. He’s right there on that edge, and if I can just tip him over it, maybe he’ll dive headfirst into everything else.
I want to get them over this hurdle, and what better way to do it than by ravishing Harlow in front of him? Or within hearing range, anyway. If I know Tom, he won’t be able to stop himself from watching.
The pull-out sofa is made up, and so is Harlow’s bed, but if I have my way, the pull-out won't get used for very long.
“I’m sorry. I’d offer you a coffee or a tea, but I don't have any here anymore.” She’s standing in front of the empty fridge, a look on her face that’s adorably distressed. “I should probably turn the power off on this.” She reaches around and flicks the switch before turning back to us.
“Don't worry about us,” I assure her. “Tom will be fine on the sofa, and we need to be up in a few hours to check on the cats.”
We wave bye to Tom, who is already undoing his jeans and shucking off his shirt. Harlow bites her lip as she peeks back over her shoulder at him, and a grin curls my lips.
When we enter her room, I make sure not to latch the door all the way. I want Tom to hear everything I’m doing to Harlow, but it’s certainly no bothersome task. My woman is gorgeous and kind. How could I not want her?
Before she can say anything, I pounce, taking her lips with mine. My hands run up the back of her shirt to stroke the smooth expanse of her skin, our tongues twisting and turning as we pour all of our feelings into this kiss. A small moan slips from her mouth as I pull away, and she chases after me.
Chuckling, I pull her t-shirt over her head, throwing it to the side while she slides her shoes off before helping her out of her jeans. She’s helping me get rid of my clothes too, and before we know it, we’re mostly naked. Gathering her in my arms, I lay her down on her bed, savoring the knowledge that her bra and panties and my boxer briefs are the only things between us.
Another quiet moan leaves her mouth as I explore her neck, sucking and licking a path down her chest as she runs her fingers through my hair, her body squirming under mine.
“Don’t be quiet, Harlow. I want him to hear you,” I order as I push back the lacy cup of her bra and circle her nipple with my tongue. She grinds against my hard cock while her legs part, and I settle between them like we were made to fit. Never before has anything felt as right as this moment. Since I laid eyes on her, I knew she would change our lives. I didn’t think it would be like this, but I’m so glad it is.
She lifts up so I can take her bra off, then I get up on my knees and slide her panties down her legs. Sitting back, I admire the naked body before me. “God, you're gorgeous.”
“I’m only gorgeous once I’m naked?” I push her back and take her mouth with mine once more.
“No, you look just as good in clothes as out, but this way is more fun.”
I slide down her body, nipping and placing kisses as I go, and she squirms, making me feel like the king of the world. How can I affect her body so much while doing so little? She must be made for me; I’ve had partners before, and trust me, I always left them extremely fucking pleased, but there’s something about Harlow that sinks into my bones. The way she reacts makes me think that she feels it too, and that’s so fucking intoxicating.
Her fingers find my hair as my tongue delves into her hot center. Her musky but sweet taste fills my mouth as I lick my fill before circling her clit. She’s panting now, with her eyes closed, fingers tangled in my hair like she’s not sure if she wants to push me away or tug me closer. Each breath feels like it should be something quiet, an intimacy only between us, but that’s not the game this evening. No, I want those pants to become gasps, moans, anything that will travel the short distance to my brother’s ears and entice him to cut those tethers binding him further from Harlow.
I continue to lick and suck her pretty pink, glistening folds while I slide two fingers into her warm heat. It ripples around them as she moans, the sound loud and throaty, and I can’t stop my smug smile. There’s nothing more heady than hearing your woman express her pleasure. I continue to work my fingers in and out, flicking my tongue around her clit, and her cunt starts to tighten around my fingers.
“God yes, Declan, just like that. Don’t stop,” she begs, but a noise behind me has me pushing away to face my brother. I don’t bother to hide the evidence of her arousal that I can feel on my face. I want him to see it and know what he’s missing out on.
Thomas is standing in the doorway, his hand down his briefs, stroking himself. All he needs is one more tiny push, then my brother will be one step closer to having everything he deserves.
“Are you going to stand there with your hand on your dick, or are you going to help me?” His eyes narrow at my words, then he pulls his hand out and stalks over to the bed. When I look back at Harlow, her wide eyes are glassy with lust, and she licks her lips as she takes in my brother’s mostly naked body. Thomas is cut, with long, lean muscles, but it’s the tattoo in the middle of his chest that’s drawing her attention. Jesus on the cross is front and center—a testament to my brother’s past and his fixation with thinking he needs to pay for his supposed sins.
“Touch her, Tom. Look at those nipples, they're practically crying for your attention.” As he leans in, I return to what I was doing. I know the exact moment my brother wraps his lips around one of those nipples and begins to suck because her pussy clenches around my fingers again. She cries out, so I guess Thomas may have used his teeth just a little. I smirk against her clit as her tight cunt pulses on the brink of an orgasm. I pull away to deny her, knowing this moment needs to reach the next level, and she issues another cry, this time in disappointment.
“Harlow, get on your knees,” I growl, and she quickly does as I ask. She’s now facing Tom, with him towering above her. “How about you show Tom how much you appreciate him looking after you?” Her body quivers at my order, and she slides her hands under the band of his boxers and pulls them down his thighs, letting them go until he can step out of them. Tom’s cock juts out, long and thick and dripping with pre cum. Almost immediately, Harlow’s tongue flicks out to lap at the drops, and my own erection pulses at the sight.
When my eyes meet my brother’s, I gesture for him to kneel on the bed, forcing Harlow to bend over to keep teasing him with that sinful mouth of hers. I am more than happy to enjoy the beautiful sight in front of me; it puts her perfect pink pussy just where I need it. I lean in, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back so I can whisper in her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you while Thomas fucks your face. Be a good girl, and when you swallow him all down, I’ll let you cum.” Harlow pants and nods her head in agreement as much as she can with my tight grip. I kiss her hard on the lips and let her go, and she doesn’t waste a second. The moment she’s free, she starts working over Thomas’ length. I can see his hands fist in an attempt to keep from grabbing her. “It’s okay, Thomas. Grab her hair. She likes it rough. Our Harlow is a little bit of a freak in bed. You couldn't tell just by looking at her. It’s always the quiet ones.”
Harlow growls at me, the sound made significantly less intimidating by the way it’s muffled by Thomas’ cock. She’s not going to deny it because she knows it’s true, but she doesn’t like that I called her out on it. I caress the soft rounded globes of her ass. The sound of her gagging as Thomas thrusts a little too deep is the only noise in the room.
“That’s a good girl,” Thomas praises her, his Irish accent thick with his desire. “Fuck, that feels amazing.” His eyes are closed and his head thrown back as he works his hips back and forth. Harlow takes everything he gives her, eager noises spilling from her busy lips.
“She’s a good little cum slut.” I thrust two fingers into her pussy with my words, and I hear her grunt around Tom’s dick before the sound ends in a muffled moan. Removing my fingers, I trail them up to her asshole and work them in. She helpfully pushes back, and they slide in easily. “Oh yeah, you like it, don't you? I’m going to put my thick dick in your ass, and you're going to love it.” The other night, I noticed that Harlow gets off on dirty talk, and I absolutely aim to please. I’ve always been a little dark and dirty in the bedroom—must stem from having to be so polite as the face of Neighpalm Productions. This is my way of letting go, and the pleasure it brings her is a serious bonus.
