Page 82 of Broken Brothers

When the animalistic side of Chance Hunt came out to play, there was nothing that could be predicted other than a good time and a pleasurable orgasm on both sides.

I just stood there for a second, admiring her body.

“What?” she said.

But I didn’t say anything. A man in heat didn’t speak more than he had to—he simply did what he had to and then some.

And so I crawled up the bed and kissed her. I felt her hands reaching for my groin, desperately trying to tear off the belt and unbutton them as she could. But I left her no choice to do that, moving down her body as I felt her warmth and wetness start near my groin and move up my body as I moved down hers.

Already, she was writhing with pleasure. Already, she was moaning my name like I was her god. Already, she was begging me to get started.

Ahh, but what was the fun in moving so quickly? Sure, she might feel good sooner, but delayed gratification resulted in maximal pleasure. Surely, someone as smart as Claire McLendon knew that.

When I finally found my face between her legs, I did not yet strike. I kissed her thighs, causing her to shake even more. Oh, God, was she getting impatient. I knew I had to move before pleasurable frustration turned to real frustration.

Now, the animal could strike. Now, I could sink my mouth into her. Now, I could go for the de facto kill.

I pressed my mouth into her lower lips, eliciting a surprised gasp. Perhaps she had not anticipated me moving so quickly when it was time. It’s like I said—nothing was predictable with me except the outcome.

I treated her pussy like the divine musical instrument that it was. I darted my tongue on it, I licked it slowly, I slid my fingers in and out; it created a kind of orgasmic symphony that wanted to hit its crescendo but could not be allowed to so early in the show. Oh, heavens, she wanted the conductor to get to the point and allow her to achieve the highest note, but what was the fun in that? She had to build to the moment of explosion; it would feel so much more well earned that way.

“Ohhh, Chance,” she moaned.

I heard her say that and a few other words, but I never paid much attention to them. I just followed the motion ofher hips and the quivering that followed as signals of how she felt. She could always say something, but faking the involuntary twitching was, well, impossible since it was just that, involuntary.

But boy, if she somehow had mastered her body to do it, she sure was faking it a great deal.

I pushed her closer and closer to the edge as she swelled and begged for the sweet release. I would make her think I was giving it to her… and then emerge from the depths, look at her, and smiled greedily. I knew what awaited the other side of my work on her, and I anticipated it now just as much as she had anticipated this.

But first, she had to come.

At one point, I must have hit a particularly sensitive part of her, because her hips moved so violently I felt like she might have snapped my neck at any second. No harm, no foul, though. It just made me more greedy to get her to come.

When I knew I had her at the edge, I didn’t stop as I had before, but I did slow down so that every… agonizing… second… that… transpired felt like it moved at the opposite of the speed of light, bringing every moment to its maximum duration without actually losing the orgasm. Her gasps became shorter, almost as if she was hyperventilating, as she awaited the blast of the symphony.

And then it happened.

For a good dozen seconds, like a symphony reaching the point where the chill reaches its greatest point, Claire exploded with pleasure, her legs shaking and her voice screaming at the top of her lungs. I hoped all of Manhattan heard the grand performance that we had just produced—it was nothing less than a true work of art.

When she finally finished, she squirmed away. I sat back, her juices still on my chin and lips, and admired her.

God, she was just so fucking sexy lying there, trying to recover from what I had just done. God have mercy on her soul, I knew that orgasm was sticking with her for hours, if not days, to follow. She was practically whimpering at how good it felt.

“My God,” she said. “How the fuck…”

I just smirked. An animal didn’t know his own secrets—he just did what he was born to do and let the rest fall where they may.

I hadn’t let this animal out in some time. It felt good to let him roam free. Claire had just so happened to benefit from allowing it to burst out of its cage.

And now, as Claire rose to her knees and came to me, I knew it was my turn.

With surprising strength, as she kissed me, Claire pushed me into the bed, returning the favor of kissing from my neck and working her way down to my chest. She had succeeded earlier in getting my belt off, but she hadn’t quite made it to my button. That… was not going to be an issue any longer.

In fact, it took her so short of time that she didn’t even have my pants completely off before she had her hands wrapped around me, beginning the slow torque and up-and-down motion.

“You did some filthy things to me, Chance Hunt,” she said. “And now I’m going to return the fucking favor.”

Now this was a aide of Claire I didn’t know existed. As it turned out, two could play that game. Call me crazy, but I had no problems signing up to play.