Page 61 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

I shudder, goosebumps racing along the back of my arms.

“I love when you do that,” Marcus whispers to me, his fingers gliding back up to my clit to rub slow circles.

I writhe against him, grinding against his erection. The pressure low in my stomach builds, heat glowing between my thighs.

“Marc, please.”

Marcus removes his hand from between my thighs and helps me stand up. He steps over the side of the tub onto a towel on the floor, his hand taking mine to lead me over to the bathroom counter.

I overtake him and place my hands on the counter, smiling at him over my shoulder. “I want to watch.”

He lifts his eyes to peer over my head at the long mirror, a matching grin crosses his face. “You’re perfect.”

I arch my back, pushing my ass against him as he steps up behind me.

Marcus nudges my legs farther apart before sliding his cock through my folds. The head glides over my clit, sending familiar sparks of bliss through my body. “Damn…”

I breathe in sharply as he sinks inside slowly. Despite the stretch, I push back against him to take every inch, eager for more.

Marcus exhales, his hands roaming over my ass and hips. “You’re killing me, Cass. Look at you.”

My eyes shift to the mirror so that I can watch us, arousal seeping between my thighs at the sight.

Marcus grabs hold of my hips and slides out before slamming back in.

My hipbones thud against the edge of the counter, but any pain that I feel is quickly overridden by the pleasure that follows.

Marcus goes slow and deep, burying every inch of his cock inside of me with each thrust. He hits that spot that makes my legs weaken over and over, the inside of my thighs growing slick.

“Fuck, so good,” he groans, sliding one hand up my back to sweep my hair out of the way.

He leans over me, kissing between my shoulder blades and on the back of my neck. His hands roam in different directions, one caressing my breast and one disappearing between my thighs.

I drop my head as his fingertips find my clit again.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs near my ear.

I lift my gaze to the mirror, meeting his eyes as he rocks into me faster. The faint pulsing between my thighs intensifies, building with the heat. “Oh…please…”

Marcus presses his forehead against the back of my head, breathing as heavy and fast as me as we get closer and closer to the edge. “I can feel you getting close, baby. That’s it.”

His eyes are dark and hungry, and the sight of sheer desire on his face turns me on even more. I didn’t even think that was possible.

He pinches my nipple, and it’s over for me.

My walls clamp down on him as I finish, my body trembling hard.

Marcus groans and spills inside of me, his body stilling.

I breathe in deeply as the intensity fades, leaving me feeling warm inside and out. I smile at him in the mirror, my cheeks pink and flushed.

“That was a nice bath.”

Marcus chuckles. “The water is probably cold now. I could drain it and start over.”

As nice as it would be to actually take a relaxing bath with him, it’s probably for the best that I head to my own room. I don’t want anyone to catch me in here.

Especially naked.