“You don’t look spent,” I say, giving in and suckling her tit in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the hard tip as her legs part and she pleasures herself.
“No, really. I . . . I can’t,” she whimpers.
I cover her hand with mine and guide her fingers into slow strokes along her wet pussy.
“One more. For me,” I say at the base of her neck. I nip at her earlobe and she moans louder.
Her thighs squeeze around both of our hands, clasping our touch to her as she writhes. Her head falls to the side, and her lashes kiss the bright pink color on her cheeks. Her lips form a drunk smile that I need to kiss, so I do.
“One more,” I say against her mouth, pushing a finger inside her as she continues to squeeze her legs together.
She cries out the moment I slip into her, circling her hand on her clit while I fuck her with my fingers. Her legs fall open wide as her hips buck, and she rests her other arm over her eyes.
“That’s my girl,” I praise her.
I swipe at her tit one more time with my tongue, then suck her sweetness from my fingers before forcing myself from the bed. She pulls the sheet around her body and nestles her head deep into her pillow, letting out a soft groan.
“No more. That’s all I can take. And you have to be great in the morning,” she says, her voice hoarse and barely audible. She’ll be asleep in seconds.
I clutch my clothes to my body and lean over the bed, kissing her cheek.
“I already was great. Don’t you think?” I murmur into her ear.
“Mmm,” she hums, her satiated expression frozen as her smile pulls up her cheek before everything falls slack and her lips part with slumber.
“I love you,” I whisper, knowing she might hear it. I hope she does.
I slip on my pants and ball up the rest of my clothes and shoes before slipping out her door. I scan the hallway, and exhale at the quiet. I’m one floor below her, almost exactly, so I take the stairs and feel around my pants pocket as I approach my door. I slow my steps, however, when I see it is propped openwith the deadbolt out. My heart stops and my stomach suddenly grows heavy, as if I swallowed rocks.
I hover in the hallway for a moment, wondering whether I should head downstairs and alert someone or push forward into my room.
“It’s just me, asshole,” Adriel’s comes from inside my room.
Fuck.
I drop my forehead against the door for a beat, then push it open to see my brother sitting comfortably in my bed, his legs crossed, the television on mute replaying the day’s sports news.
“You in Colby’s room?” He arches a brow.
I scowl at him.
“Fuck off,” I say, ignoring the sudden rush of adrenaline that soaks my organs.
Double fuck!
“You don’t have to worry. I won’t say nothin’,” he says, chuckling. His words are slow. He’s a little drunk. Shocker.
I ignore his statement and lock my door for real before heading into the bathroom to throw water on my face and wash away Colby’s scent. I’m exhausted, but if I shower, my body is going to think it’s time to get up and go.
But hell, I might have to shower anyway. Colby is everywhere. My skin soaked her up, every drop of her. But I also want to wear her for a little while.
I swish some water in my mouth and shut the light off, stepping out into my room. I march to the bed and shove my brother’s outstretched legs out of the way before grabbing the remote and turning off the TV.
“Okay, I get it,” he chuckles. “Baby brother is embarrassed. You and Colby are a sore subject.”
I point at him, my hand jerking as my finger lands inches from his face and my molars gnash together so hard they might crack.
“You keep your fucking mouth shut, Adriel. You don’t know shit!”
