He doesn’t respond. Just stares as if I said the wildest thing in the world. Then he moves toward me, on top of me. Peppering soft kisses on my lips, across my cheek, and down my neck. His body is warm, searing into my skin at every point of contact. My hand lightly claps his back, anchoring myself more than touching. When his mouth returns to mine, even more demanding than before, I’m more confused by what’s happening.
His hand slides down my sleep cami. His body lifts to accommodate it when his fingers dip into my boy shorts, tugging them down. The moment his hand cups my mound, he groans. Deep and echoing into my mouth, the one filled with his tongue. Exploring every bit of it.
His fingers start another exploration. Working my clit, then stroking it into my lips. I’m so turned on. So needy for what he’s doing that my nails dig into his shoulders. Keeping him in place to keep going. He grunts, satisfied.
Heat and fire courses through my body. My hips move against his hand. His fingers push into my pussy with urgency. Curling toward that spot where everything is about to explode. It’s weeks’ worth of pent-up attraction leading to this. I gasp when he hits it. His mouth leaves mine. His tan eyes stare into mine with such intensity, I know this is right.
“I’m not drunk now, Sof. I’ll never be when I’m with you.”
Ragged exhalations pull out of me with every stroke of his fingers. The butt of his hand is working circles over my clit.
“Neither will my brother. You’re not some rager fuck if that’s what you’re worried about.”
His erection presses harder into my leg. Promising more if I want it. But not yet. I want to keep taking things slow. To feel my way into this complicated dynamic that he makes seem so simple. I don’t answer. He doesn’t need one. Already moving down my body, lifting my cami to drop kisses on my stomach. When his face is aligned over my mound, he’s tugging my shorts down, then off. Never stopping his fingers from working me into a frenzy.
Knowing what’s coming, I spread my legs. He smiles and kisses my inner thighs.
“Tell me you want this,” he growls, low and demanding. “Tell me you want us, Sof.”
I can feel his heart pounding against my calf. Or maybe it’s mine pulsating everywhere, needing more even as his fingers are still inside me. His body is tense with restraint. His lips brush back and forth against my leg, heightening my lust. His gaze bores into me. Waiting.
“I do.”
The confession causes a waterfall of wetness to seep out of me. The intensity of his stare, the sensations from his lips, and the resuming of his middle finger against my G-spot are torture in the best way. He bites my leg, not hard, but more sucking. Then he releases it.
“I’m going to need more than that.”
He does it again. Sucking harder this time. A wicked raise to his eyebrows. Challenging me.
“I want you, Massimo.”
He releases it, moving toward my clit and licking once across the top. I jolt. Needing and wanting more. Wanting him to suck my clit like he’s doing to my thigh.
“And?”
“That’s going to leave a bruise.”
He smirks. Already knowing that.
“Gotta stake my claim for anyone else who might be down here.”
He knows there’s no one else. I’ve made it a point to tell him all about my distrust of men. Sometimes, even a rant, especially while I was packing to come here tonight. Somehow, he’s slipped past all my defenses.
“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll make you come.”
The teasing is superb. Alternating between licking my clit and sucking my thigh. His fingers are still working, but never quite enough to let my climax build into a full orgasm.
“Fine,” I pant, giving in. “I want you, Massimo. And I want your brother too. Happy?”
He grins wickedly, his eyes flashing with a primal satisfaction. “Very.”
His mouth is on my clit fully, sucking and licking with an intensity that has me crying out. His fingers start stroking me again, harder, faster, pushing me closer to the edge. My hands find his hair, gripping tightly as I press him closer. The sensations are overwhelming. The heat of his mouth, the roughness of his fingers, the sheer need that’s consuming me. My orgasm builds, tightening my core until it happens. Fast and overwhelming, with a pinch of his fingertips, I’m coming.
Wave after wave of pleasure overtakes me. My grip on his hair tightens as I ride it out. Massimo doesn’t let up, his mouth and fingers drawing out every last shudder until I’m boneless. A breathless mess.
He slowly withdraws his fingers, his mouth placing a gentle kiss on my inner thigh before he looks up at me, his chin glistening with my release. There’s a smug satisfaction in his eyes.
“We’re going to have so much fun together.”
