He smirks. “Don’t fucking care.”
Then he joins me on the bed and positions himself between my thighs, and I realize with a fresh spike of heat that he’s nowhere near done with me.
His cock nudges against my soaked entrance as he hooks one of my legs higher around his waist and grips my hip before he thrusts in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.
The stretch burns so good I choke on a whimper, nails raking down his back. He groans low in his throat, forehead dropping to mine.
“Jesus Christ,” he rasps, already pulling back only to slam in again, deeper. “Still so fucking wet for me after I just ate you out.”
I can’t form words. My body’s too busy arching, trying to take more. Every thrust punches the air out of my lungs.
“Dig your nails into my back,” he murmurs against my ear, but there’s a wicked edge to it. “Fuck me like you want to hurt me.”
The words send a fresh gush of heat through me. I clench around him hard enough to make him curse under his breath. And when I score his shoulders with my nails, he growls.
“Fuck—do that again.”
I do, and he retaliates by angling his hips so the thickridge of him drags over that swollen spot inside me with every stroke.
“Come on.” He grits his teeth. “Give it to me. Squeeze my cock while I fill you up.”
One hand snakes between us. Rough fingertips find my clit and rub messy, frantic circles.
That’s it.
Heat explodes in a blaze.
I come so hard my vision blacks out at the edges, body locking down around him in violent pulses. My mouth opens in a scream the second I hear my name being called.
“Tier?” Connor’s voice cuts through the haze, coming from the hallway. “You in there? You okay?”
The sound of my brother’s footsteps comes closer.
Panic and pleasure collide in a brutal rush. I slam my mouth against the thick muscle of Bronx’s shoulder and sink my teeth in, trying to muffle the broken groan.
The sharp sting of my bite switches something feral in him.
His rhythm stutters. His grip on my hip turns punishing. A low, guttural roar tears from his throat as he shoves in deep one last time and floods me with hot, thick spurts while his whole body goes rigid against mine.
He bites down on the side of my neck, not trying to break skin but trying to mark me as he rides out the aftershocks.
For a long, suspended second, there’s only the sound of our ragged breathing and faint footsteps in the hall.
Connor knocks once on the door. “Yo…Tier?”
I’m trembling, teeth embedded in his shoulder, his cock twitching inside me with the last weak pulses of his release.
He lifts his head just enough to meet my wide, dazed eyes.
“Answer him, princess,” he whispers, voice dark with satisfaction. “Or I’ll fuck you again—and have you screaming louder.”
I swallow hard, release his shoulder with a shaky exhale, and force my voice steady despite the way my body is still fluttering.
“Y-yeah,” I call back, hating how wrecked I sound. “I’m fine. Just… stubbed my toe in the bathroom. Make yourself a coffee. I’ll be out in a sec.”
“Alright, drama queen,” he laughs. “Bronx had better hurry and bring dinner home. I’m starving.”
Footsteps retreat down the hall.
