Page 80 of Falling For My Ex's Older Brother

She sinks onto the sofa, her eyes locked on mine as she pulls my shirt open, the buttons scattering onto the floor. I shrug it off without a word, my focus solely on her as I reach for the buckle of my belt. Her gaze drops to my hands, her lips parting slightly as she watches me unbuckle my pants.

When I step out of them, her eyes widen, and when I pull down my briefs, releasing my rock-hard cock, her lips part even further. She looks up at me, her expression a mix of surprise and hunger that makes my chest flutter.

I run a hand through her hair, and without saying anything else, she nods, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she leans closer. The sight of her, so willing, so eager, sends a rush of heat through me, and I grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her mouth to me.

Her lips part, and I groan softly as she opens wide and takes me into her mouth, her warmth and softness almost undoing me on the spot. My hands tighten in her hair, my control slipping as I guide her movements, the sensation overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Just like that,” I murmur, my voice rough with need.

She moans softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I curse under my breath, my hands gripping her head as she moves faster, sucking me with hollow cheeks. Her mouth sliding over me with a skill that leaves me breathless. My hips move instinctively,matching her rhythm as she takes me deeper, her hands gripping my thighs to steady herself. The pleasure builds quickly, my control unraveling with each passing second. I groan, my voice low and desperate as I feel myself reaching the edge.

Before I lose myself completely, I pull her up, gripping her hips as I lean her back against the sofa. Her hair spills across the cushions, her chest heaving as she gazes up at me. I spread her legs wide, the damp fabric of her panties clinging to her wet center.

I don’t waste time. My patience is already thin. Sliding her panties to the side, I position my cock at her entrance, gripping her thighs as I slide inside of her with ease. The slick heat of her pussy walls surrounds me, and I bury myself deeper with a strong thrust.

She cries out, her back arching, her nails digging into my shoulders as I begin to move. My hips snap against hers, rough and relentless, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. Her moans are music to my ears, her hands gripping the sofa cushions as I take her with an intensity that leaves us both breathless.

Her legs wrap tightly around my waist, her body shaking as her release builds. I can feel her walls tightening around me, and it’s enough to push me closer to the edge. Just as I feel myself about to cum, I pull out, stroking myself as I stand at the edge of the sofa.

“Open your mouth,” I command, my voice a low growl.

Her lips part immediately, her tongue darting out as I guide my cock to her mouth. A guttural groan escapesme as I release, my cum spilling onto her tongue and dripping down her chin. She swallows all of my seed, sucking my tip as she pulls herself back. The sight of her, flushed and eager, leaves me utterly undone.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” I admit, my voice still rough as I reach for her hand, pulling her to her feet.

Scooping her into my arms, I carry her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. Her hair fans out against the pillows as I settle between her legs, lifting her hips over me to position her on my face.

My tongue flicks over her clit, and she gasps, her hands clutching the headboard as I delve deeper. I grip her hips tightly, holding her in place as I eat her out furiously, savoring her taste, tongue fucking her wet hole.

She moans loudly, her voice trembling as she grinds against my face. Her thighs shake, her body arching as I bring her to the edge. Her release comes in a rush, her juices flooding my mouth as she cries out my name, her body trembling with the force of her climax. I lap up every drop, holding her tightly as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

I slide her body down and pull her into my arms, her body still trembling against mine. But the heat between us is far from extinguished. As my arousal builds once more, I roll her beneath me, capturing her in a possessive embrace. We spend the next hour having maddening sex. Stopping and starting after a few minutes each time to catch our breath. Each climax is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure that leaves us both breathless and trembling.

We finally collapse onto the mattress exhausted, ending the night as we begin to fall asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted and soiled with the juices of our combined pleasures.We are tangled together under the sheets, our breaths mingling, our hearts finding the same rhythm. I drift off into a dream.

Chapter Twenty

Sutton

Iwake up to his breathing.

He's still asleep. I know before I open my eyes — the warmth beside me, the weight of another person in my bed, the specific stillness of someone in a deep sleep. I open my eyes slowly and turn my head and there he is.

Logan Drake. In my bed. On a Friday morning.

I lie still and I look at him. His eyes are closed. His hair is loose against my pillow — the salt and pepper of it, the wave in it, nothing combed or controlled. His jaw is angled toward the ceiling, the stubble heavier than it ever is at the office, the line of it sharp even in sleep. His chest rises and falls slowly. One arm is above his head. The sheet sits at his waist and the rest of him is bare — the breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his chest and arms, the body of a man who moves through the world with total physical authority and is, right now, completely unguarded.

I lean slightly closer. His eyes open. Blue. Direct. Finding mine immediately — no disorientation, no searching. He looks at me the way he looks at everything — like he's already decided to be fully present for it.

Neither of us speaks for a moment. The apartment is quiet. The Friday morning light comes through the curtains at a low angle. Everything is still.

"Morning," I say softly.

"Morning." His voice is lower than usual. Rougher at the edges.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Well." He holds my gaze. "You?"