“Please,” she begs. Her hips are rolling, chasing friction she’s not allowed to have.
“Secret first.”
Her body shakes with anticipation, and I see shame flicker across her face.
“There was one time I faked an orgasm and finished myself off, thinking about you.”
“With?” I ask.
“Your brother,” she confesses.
For years, I convinced myself she was happy with him, that I was the problem, wanting something forbidden. Meanwhile, she lay beneath my brother, imagining me. I don’t know if I want to laugh or put my fist through a wall because of how much time we’ve wasted. It’s vindication that I’m not imagining the way she’s always looked at me.
“How does it feel, knowing you picked the wrong brother?” I stand from the chair and cross to the bed. I grab her by the ankles and slide her to the edge of the bed before dropping to my knees to devour her.
“Truthfully?” she gasps, rocking into my face as her fingers thread through my hair. “It feels pretty fucking good.”
She’s soaked, absolutely dripping for me. I groan against her skin, dragging my tongue through her folds, and feel her entire body jerk beneath me. Her thighs clamp around my head as she stifles her cries. After all that edging, she’s so sensitive that every touch makes her shake. But it doesn’t stop me from taking my time exploring her, learning what makes her dig her heels into my back.
“Oh God,” she breathes out, her fingers gripping my hair tight. “Patterson, I’m too close.”
“Wait a little longer.” I pull back allowing my breath to brush against her clit. “Please, for me.”
“If you keep breathing on me, I’m going to come,” she whimpers as her thighs shake.
“I’m tempted to test that.”
Her entire body is tense, and I pull away, watching her throb once. I kiss the inside of her thighs, barely brushing across her clit. Then I slowly seal my lips around her swollen bud and slide two fingers inside.
I curl and flick my tongue against her. Moments later, her back is arching off the bed. I continue to work her with my tongue and fingers, pushing her higher and higher until I can feel her walls flutter. I pull my mouth away and replace it with my thumb, rubbing slow circles while I look up at her wrecked face.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” The word comes out broken.
“Enjoy the ride.”
I drop my mouth back to her pussy and give her everything, tongue and fingers working together while she writhes beneath me. Her moans grow, and I can taste her shattering.
She screams without bothering to muffle it as she convulses around my fingers. Tears stream down her face as she gasps for air. “So damn good.”
I’m on her before she’s even finished coming, my mouth crashing against hers. Clothes disappear between kisses, and by the time she wraps her legs around me, I’m naked and hard, and I can’t pretend I have any self-control left. She’s stripped it away.
“I need you to be inside me right now,” she whispers.
I slide into her, and we both groan at the contact, at the relief of being close after last night. I fuck her how she likes—in long, deep strokes. She takes everything I give her while somehowbegging for more. She’s gentle but sometimes rough, like she’s cursing and praising me in the same breath.
I drive deeper until she’s losing herself again, and then she rolls me onto my back.
I place my fingers behind my head and watch her mount me.
“Careful,” I tell her. “Don’t want you split in two.”
“It’s what I want.” She dips down, kissing me, as she takes me from the head to the base.
I run my fingers through her hair as our tongues slide together. It grows too intimate as she slows her pace and presses her forehead to mine.
“Are you going to come for me?” she asks, increasing her pace.
