Page 30 of The Bad Brother
He makes that sound again, low and tight in his throat, the fluttering in my belly calling me a liar when he stands because watching him move, I’m the tiniest bit afraid of what he’s going to do next.
That’s not fear, Sloane. That’s anticipation because you’re hoping he’s about to do something you’ll both regret.
I watch, breath stalled in my lungs, while Jensen unstraddles his chair and turns it around to face me before lowering himself back into it.
Suddenly face-to-face, Jensen gives me a hard look, his mismatched eyes burrowing into mine.
“People don’t tell me what to do,” he says, leaning into myspace, just a bit. “As a general rule.”
“Because they’re afraid of you?” When he makes that low, tight sound in the back of his throat again, I give him a shrug. “Well, we’ve already established that I’m not afraid of you,” I remind him. “ As a general rule .”
Instead of answering me, Jensen reaches out to fit his hands around my waist. Lifting me from my chair, he pulls me onto his lap, my legs straddling his hips, the move so sudden, it takes me a second or two to realize what happened.
Planting the heel of my bloody, gloved hand on his pec, I try to stand but Jensen just shifts his grip on me from my waist to my thighs, opening them wider as he drags me closer.
“How ‘bout now?” he asks, his gaze never leaving mine. “You afraid yet, Peach?”
Heel still dug into his chest but no longer pushing, I shake my head.
“No.” It comes out ragged and thin. So soft and full of holes I can’t catch my breath because I can feel the hard bulge of Jensen’s cock pressed against the seam of my throbbing pussy and suddenly, all I can think about is how good it felt to be fucked by him.
To have him inside me. “Your stitches. I just?—”
The corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk while his thumbs begin drawing slow, lazy circles on the insides of my thighs, each one taking them closer to their juncture. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you for the last week and a half. You think I give a shit about my stitches right now?”
“You should…” Gaze dropping to his mouth, I have to bi te my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud when the tip of his thumb grazes over the narrow crotch of my sleep shorts. “If you rip them open, I’m going to get pissed.”
“In case you haven’t noticed,” he says on a quiet laugh before leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth while his thumb strokes me again. “I like you feisty, Peach.”
“Jen—” My brain scrambles when his mouth slips away from mine to scrape and nip its way across the soft skin below the curve of my jaw.
Pressing another soft kiss against the fast, thready pulse pounding at the base of my throat, Jensen whispers. “Still wondering why I call you Peach?”
Giving in, I press my palms against his chest before sliding careful hands across his shoulders to grip them around the back of his neck.
“Yes...” It comes out on a whimper when I feel the pads of his thumbs skim past the narrow crotch of my sleep shorts, his cock giving a hard jerk when he realizes I’m not wearing any underwear.
Still teasing me, Jensen strokes his thumb along the seam of my slit, digging his fingers into my ass on a growl when my hips shift beneath them, trying to rub my pussy against him.
Lifting his head, his hands go still between my thighs.
“Don’t move,” he warns me softly, his mismatched gaze hooked into mine. “Not until I say so.”
Rolling my lips between my teeth on a desperate whimper, I nod my head even as I shake with the effort to keep still.
Letting my eyes slip closed, I tighten my grip on the back of his neck while he rewards me for my obedience by stroking the seam of my bare pussy, the teasing pressure of it wrapping around the base of my spine.
Tingling against my stiff, swollen nipples.
The build of sensation so agonizingly slow, I want to scream with frustration.
“Tell me…” Head falling back on my neck with a sigh, I give his mouth room to skim the curve of my jaw. “Why…”
“Imagine eating the sweetest, ripest, juiciest peach you’ve ever had in your life,” he says softly, cheek pressed against mine.
Mouth hovering above the shell of my ear while he strokes his thumb over my aching slit.
“So juicy and ripe and sweet, it drips down your chin, every time you take a bite...” The pad of his thumb splits the seam of my pussy to slick over my throbbing clit.
“That’s what I imagine eating your pussy would be like. ”
Ohmygod…
“ Jensen .” His name comes out on a desperate moan, hands sliding off of his neck to grip the back of his chair, arms shaking with the effort to stay still while he strokes my clit. “Please… I need …”
“ Fuuuck ,” he groans in my ear. “So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, Peach?”
“Yes…” I sob the word, the tail end of it snagging on a sharp gasp when I feel one of his hands lift from my thigh to wrap itself in my hair, angling my head back even further with a hard jerk.
“It’s okay,” he whispers in my ear, his tone strung nearly as tight as mine while the hand still wrapped around my thigh eases its grip. “It’ll be our little secret.”
Yes.
My hips roll forward on another broken sob, mindlessly chasing the orgasm building against my core. The rough pad of his thumb relentlessly stroking and sliding over my swollen clit while I rub and fuck myself against him, every pass pushing me closer and closer until I’m teetering on the edge.
Behind me, someone knocks on the front door, the sudden intrusion breaking my concentration, yanking release from my grasp.
Like he knows exactly what I’m about to do, Jensen tightens his grip in my hair, still stroking me.
“Don’t stop,” he growls down at me, teeth nipping at my lower lip. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“But—” Because they have a mind of their own and have no intention of stopping anything, my hips keep flexing and rolling against him, desperately chasing release.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Jensen lets out a frustrated groan, still stroking his thumb over my slick, swollen clit.
“I’m not stopping until my filthy little peach soaks the front of my pants with her cum.
” He grits it out, every dirty word pushing me higher and further until my entire body begins to shake and my hips start bucking and crashing against the pressure of his hands holding me against him.
“Fuck… that’s it—” he growls it in my ear, even as the person in the hallway knocks on my door again.
“you can do it, Sloane. Be a good little peach and come for me.”
Something inside me snaps and I start to crumble, the wreckage consumed and burned to ash by the white-hot blast that shoots down my spine.
“Jen—” His mouth crashes into mine with a groan, swallowing my cries, my hands slipping into his hair as I shatter into a million pieces for him, over and over again.