“Good. Killian won every game. Shay fell asleep at the table. Seph was quiet.” I was a little worried about my youngest brother. As much as I thoroughly enjoyed irritating him, he was quieter than normal, a sign he was thinking too hard about something. It was on my list of things to do tomorrow to talk to him, find out what was going on in that head of his.
A bit like Jackson had just tried to do with me.
“Seph’s been quiet for a bit.”
Victoria sat up, the sheet collecting at her waist and exposing a white cotton nightdress that was thin enough for me to see her nipples. I tried not to stare while sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling off my polo shirt.
“What do you think’s up with him?”
“I think he’s feeling the effects of everyone growing up. A lot’s changing. I don’t think he’s unhappy though.”
Her hand landed on my back, touching where I’d had a recent tattoo, one of an open book. It was one I’d had done for her.
Her touch ignited every nerve end in my skin. I turned around to face her, saw a slight flush to her cheeks.
“Take your nightdress off for me.”
I didn’t think I could go two more minutes without seeing her naked. She’d been my addiction since we’d met, the feisty history professor who matched every last bit of beast in me.
Victoria didn’t speak. She wriggled around and pulled the nightdress over her head, exposing her tits and smooth skin. I took my fill and stared.
“I can’t believe I get to fuck you for the rest of my life.”
She pushed the covers away and went onto her hands and knees, moving her head towards me, then lifted her lips to mine for a kiss. Her taste was minty and clean, unsullied from whisky like mine.
“I’m sorry you lost at poker.” Her words were a whisper.
My hand went to cup a breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple that was always sensitive.
“Come sit on my knee and make me feel better.”
I loosened my jeans and backed onto the bed, then guided her onto my lap, facing outwards. I kissed the top of her shoulder and trailed my lips onto her neck, feeling her shudder as I nibbled. From this position, I could play with her tits, but I was in the mood for torture, running fingers in symmetrical patterns lightly over them and around her nipples, not giving her anywhere near the amount of pressure I knew she craved. I trailed my forefingers over her hardened peaks and then pinched, hearing her quiet moan as her head fell back, her eyes closing.
I cupped them, feeling their weight, desperate to put my mouth on them now, but that would mean moving, and there were other things I wanted to do to her while we were sitting like this.
Between her legs was wet. She was bare there, waxed smooth, becausesheliked it. I wasn’t going to complain. Slick silk greeted my fingers. I toyed around her clit, withholding what I knew she wanted. Parting my legs meant she parted hers, and from over her shoulder I could watch as I toyed at her entrance, brushed that sensitive nub of nerves. My dick was hard, released from the confines of my jeans, and ready to be inside her, but I wanted her coming on my hand first.
I ran a fingertip down over her clit and pressed a little firmer. Her hips pushed forward, hinting for more, but instead I pressed into her entrance, just by a centimetre. When I withdrew it, she groaned, her own hands pushing into her thigh.
“Max, I need you to fuck me. Hard.”
My balls were ready to burst, and I could feel that I was slowly losing control. I fought to regain it; as tempting as it was to lift her onto my cock, that wasn’t my game plan tonight.
Again, I ran a gentle finger over her clit and then gave it a sudden pinch. She moaned louder this time, her hands on the mattress now, legs spread wider for me. I caught sight of her, of us, in the mirror. Rosy cheeked and swollen lips made her look wanton, needy.
I pushed two fingers inside her, rubbing her clit with my thumb and she exploded, her hips jerking uncontrollably and a sob as she came.
As soon as her orgasm started to subside, I lifted her off me, her back onto the bed. Losing my jeans and possibly my mind, I braced myself over her, dropping my mouth to a nipple and nipping it between my teeth, sucking hard and needy.
I repeated with the other, Vic’s hand snaking between my thighs to clutch my cock, starting to rub its length.
The point of coming quickly had been passed; my mood had become growly, needful, wanting to claim her over and over. There were no doubt demons that I was wrestling with, there always had been, but with her I could destroy them.
Her hand gripped hard, her legs moving around my hips, urging me down, telling me that she wanted me inside her, she wanted to be fucked, she wanted me to come inside her pussy, to fill her up. I pulled her hand away and sat back, unlocking her legs from around me and holding them on the shins, moving them to the sides and up, spreading her open.
When I put my mouth on her soaking centre, she grabbed my hair tight enough so that it was almost painful. I tongued her clit, tasting that salty sweetness and sucked. None of it was controlled now; I wanted her to come again, to make her wetter so she was ready for me to fuck her hard.
“I can’t! I can’t!”
