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“Mmmm,” I pull him down to kiss his lips, and as soon as I do, all other thoughts leave me. “I’m up for exploring you all night.”
“Does that mean you’re inviting me to stay?”
I smile into the kiss. “No, it means I’m not allowing you to leave.”
He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, a gesture that’s so uniquely him and has me laughing as he grabs my hips, tickling me. At some point, the playing turns to more. He returns to teasing my body with his hands and lips. He forces my knees apart, slinking down to the foot of the bed where he moves one of my legs over his shoulder.
“I don’t know if I can—”
With a grin, he licks a trail up my pussy, completely silencing my attempt at warning him that I might not be able to orgasm again.
“Fuck it, I can,” I say as the sensations hit me all at once.
As Jaz said, he eats from my buffet, slowly bringing me to another head. Languidly kissing my thighs to teasing my clit. He spends an hour between my legs, building me and building me. Keeping it slow, spending his time completely devouring me in soft kisses. He brings me to the precipice, then backs off until I’m a sweaty mess on the bed, begging for him to bring me to climax.
He disregards my pleas, relishing in my pleasure as if it’s his last meal. My body is wound so tight, my only thoughts are of his tongue on my sensitive flesh. I fist the sheets in my hands as more moans push past my lips. I’m beyond caring how desperate I sound. I’m beyond caring about much except for the feel of him on me.
His moans rival my own, which only works to send me just to the edge. His delectable sounds coax me into just shy of oblivion territory. The murmurs he presses into my skin, the sweet words, the sometimes very naughty talk sends shivers down my spine. “Mine,” he states every now and again, sucking my clit into his mouth. “My pussy.” He licks a trail up and back, the tip of his tongue a gentle kiss of pleasure. “My pleasure,” he growls.
He lifts my back while moving to his knees and pulling me forward until it’s only my shoulders pressed into the mattress and he’s staring down the length of my body. His gaze hoods as the tip of his tongue rims my bundle of nerves. The flecks in his eyes deepen to the color of pure sex as I tremble in his arms.
When I dangle over the cliff this time, he doesn’t hold back. He teases and teases, watching me as I shake. As I get closer, I realize how big this climax is going to be, and I’m suddenly worried about my reaction, but when his hands bite into my hips, securing me right where I am, I let everything overtake me.
I scream his name as I explode. He sucks on my clit, and I thrash against him as he sucks and sucks, ratcheting up my already intense orgasm higher and higher until my bones liquify beneath him. The pitiful moans that escape my throat don’t even do my orgasm justice. I’m so damn sensitive down there that even his last chaste kiss on my clit sends a shockwave through me and a loud whimper.
Crawling up my body with a full-blown smile teasing his lips, he knows he just rocked my world.
“Holy shit,” is all I can muster.
20
Cuddling is the last thing I remember before I wake to loud voices.
I blink heavily, trying to wash away the heavy sleep. My body still feels like Jell-O, and in my still dreamy consciousness, I remember what it was like to fall asleep in Finn’s arms. The way he held me to his chest, our breaths deepening and deepening.
“Fuck you!”
I sit up in bed, sheets falling around my waist. Finn’s not next to me anymore, but his side of the bed is still warm.
“I’m going in there.”
My brother’s voice rings out loud and clear.Oh, fuck.I scramble out of bed, pulling on clothes. A body moves in front of the crack in the door, completely blocking out the light. “No, you’re not.”
“Move out of my fucking way,” Cole growls.
With as pissed as my brother sounds, Finn isn’t backing down. “No.”
There’s a scuffle. I pull the same crop top Finn peeled off me a few hours ago on and hurry toward the door to find them in each other’s faces. I move behind Finn, placing my hand on his lower back. His completely clothed lower back. “Hey,” I whisper, hoping to calm them both down. The last thing I need is the two most important men in my life at each other’s throats.
“Leenie?” Cole grunts, shoving Finn out of the way so he can see me. His murderous face instantly relaxes. In a nanosecond, it turns to anger again like he’s a hot-cold version of Jekyll and Hyde. He takes in what I’m sure is straight up sex hair, plus the fact that I’m wearing something he’s probably never seen me wear in my entire life, and he knows. He glares at Finn, his knuckles turning white at his sides. “I asked you to watch her. Not fuck her. I thought we understood each other.”
I move to Cole and tug on his hand so he stops looking at the guy I like as if he could easily put a bullet in his brain. His chest heaves in front of him. “He did watch me.”
“How could you be so reckless?” he demands, pulling his hand from mine. “The threat is real. I explained that to you over the phone.”
“I know.”
Finn tries to move toward me, but Cole stops him. “Leave. Leave now before I do something that’s going to break my sister’s heart.”