Page 63 of The Bad Brother
“Well, we both know that’s not true,” I tell him with a frustrated huff.
I’ve been heavily hinting that I’d very much like to have sex but even though I was cleared for all physical activity nearly a month ago, Jensen’s been resistant, using Ragnar’s let’s give it a few more days , to hold me at bay.
“Peach...” Stopping mid-rub, Jensen looks up at me through his lashes, his expression telling me the subject of sex is still off the table, at least where he’s concerned. “Don’t start.”
“Well...” Suddenly at the end of my rope, I decide enough is enough.
If Jensen isn’t going to make the first move, I will.
Pulling my other leg out from underneath me, I toss the throw aside and set my foot on the floor.
Pushing myself lower in my seat, I let my knee fall wide, opening my legs to slowly run my fingers up the inside of my thigh. “One of us is going to have to.”
“ Sloane .” It comes out low, the sound of my name rough and cracked against the back of his throat.
He swallows hard, hands tightening around the foot in his lap like he’s holding on for dear life while his heated, mismatched gaze follows the trail of my fingers up the length of my thigh. “Let’s give it a?—”
“I’m ready, Jensen,” I tell him, his name getting snagged on a soft gasp when the tips of my fingers brush against the damp crotch of my thin, cotton shorts.
With my other hand I pull them to the side, showing him my pussy, how wet I am, while I tease us both.
Swirling my fingers against my swollen clit, I lift my hips off the couch on a moan. “I promise I’m ready. I’m?—”
Falling onto his knees in front of me, Jensen pushes my hand from between my thighs. Rough fingers gripped around the tops of them, he pushes them wide so he can replace it with his tongue, the tip of it splitting the seam of my pussy to lick its way to my clit on a frustrated growl. “ Fuuuck.. .”
“ Yes .” Hands pushing themselves into his hair, I lift my hips off the couch again. Flexing them against the fuck of his mouth on a sharp gasp when I feel two of his fingers slip past my entrance, hard and deep enough to trigger a gush of arousal that soaks the couch cushion under me.
“ So fucking dirty ...” he groans against me, while he fucks me, his tongue swirling against my pulsating clit. Fingers buried inside me, every stroke of them pushing me relentlessly toward an orgasm I’m not ready for.
I want more.
I want this to last forever.
“ Oh my ?—”
I’m coming, my pussy locking itself around the deep stroke of Jensen’s fingers before I can stop it, the searing heat of it shooting down the length of my spine. Slamming into my core so hard my entire body goes numb, a split second before it shatters into a million pieces.
Before I’m fully recovered, Jensen rearranges us.
Sitting on the couch, he pulls me across his lap until I’m straddling it and my hands fall immediately to the waistband of his jeans.
“Please...” I beg shamelessly when I see the warning flash in his eyes because this is it.
As far as he’s let us go since I’ve been home.
Before he can cover my hands with his and push them away, I lean into the space between us to lick my arousal off his chin.
“I’m ready,” I whisper against his mouth, repeating what I told him earlier.
“I promise...” Pushing my tongue into his mouth on a moan, I feel my nipples tighten and swell against the thin fabric of my T-shirt when I taste myself for the second time.
The hands wrapped around my hips tighten when I jerk the button on his jeans loose and rip the zipper open.
Working fast, I push my hand past the waistband of his boxers, wrapping my fingers around the shaft of his rock hard cock before the hands on my hips streak up the length of my spine to fist themselves in my hair.
Breaking the kiss on a groan, Jensen glares up at me, angry and frustrated with me because I won’t give up.
Every other time we’ve done this, he gives me a final and resounding you’re not ready before setting me back on the couch and walking away, leaving me just as frustrated as he is.
“You’re not going to give up, are you?” he asks quietly, his voice rough and stretched thin.
Because he hasn’t pushed my hand away yet and because this is farther than he’s let us get in months, I shake my head. “No,” I answer honestly, giving his cock a long, slow stroke. “I’m not.”
He gives me a low warning growl in response, letting me know I’m pushing him too far, too fast. “We’re going to have to have a talk about that willful nature of yours.”
“We don’t have to talk.” Gently squeezing the head of his cock, gathering the steady stream of pre-cum leaking from its tip, I stroke my fist down the length of his shaft. “You can just fuck it out of me.”
Cock jerking in my hand, Jensen groans softly. “What am I gonna do with you, Peach?”
“Fuck me.” Past the point of caring, I say it again, tilting my hips to rub my still throbbing pussy against the head of his cock. “Fill me full of cum.”
“Is that it?” The corner of his mouth tilts in a smirk while the hands in my hair loosen, one moving to wrap itself around my throat.
The other pushes into the space between us to skim a thumb against my clit, the brush of it enough to jerk my hips forward on a ragged gasp.
“You want my cock?” There’s a glimmer in his eye that tells me this was his plan all along.
That I didn’t push him into anything. “You want me to fill you full of cum.”
“Yes.” Relieved, I whimper it softly, eyes fluttering closed when he angles my head to the side so he can press a soft kiss to the underside of my jaw before lifting his mouth to hover it over my ear.
“Then you’re going to have to be a good little Peach—” Abandoning my clit, he pushes my hand away from his cock. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he runs the engorged head of it along the split seam of my pussy.“and beg for it.”
“Please fuck me, Jensen,” I plead with him, hips rocking forward again when I feel the head of his cock tease against my aching entrance. “I need to be fucked. I want your cum. I need?—”
“I love it when you beg for my cock...” he growls in my ear, the hand around my throat sliding down to wrap itself around my hip. “My dirty little Peach wants to be fucked so bad...”
“Always...” Shaking almost uncontrollably, I lift my arms to brace both hands against the back of the couch, fighting the urge to slam myself down so I can end my own torture by impaling myself on his cock. “I always want to be fucked by you.”
“ Fucking perfect ...” Using his grip on my hip, Jensen lowers me slowly, the head of his cock splitting me open while I slide down, inch by agonizingly slow inch, until I’m fully seated.
“Don’t move,” he growls against my mouth, a second before I feel his hands fist themselves in the hem of my shirt.
Pulling it off, Jensen tosses it aside on a rough groan before capturing one of my breasts in his callused hand.
Holding it steady for his mouth, he teases my nipple, licking and nipping at it while he rolls my hips forward, stroking the walls of my pussy with his cock, again and again, playing with my clit until my hands are fisted in his hair and I’m shaking, my entire body tightening and stretching with every deep, pulsating stroke of his cock and I'm moaning uncontrollably, begging for more.
“Come in me, Jensen...” Rolling my hips forward on a shuddering moan, dancing on the edge of another orgasm, I fight against it. “Please...”
Tearing his mouth away from my breasts on a rough curse, he lifts a hand to wrap it around my throat. “Not until I feel this greedy little pussy of mine milk my cock,” he growls against my mouth before licking his way inside, lifting his hips on a single, hard thrust that shatters me completely.
Coming on a deep, bone-twisting moan, I feel Jensen follow me over the edge, his cock jerking and spasming inside me, finally giving me what I want.
“IS THIS MY SURPRISE BECAUSE IF IT IS, thank you, I love it.” When I ask, Jensen laughs, his chest rumbling against my cheek. We’ve been sitting here for a while, Jensen still inside me. Both of us still recovering. Neither one of us wanting it to end, just yet.
“No,” he tells me before leaning down to press a kiss against my temple. “ This wasn’t your surprise.”
“Well, I love it anyway,” I tell him on a happy sigh. Eyes, closed, I snuggle my face into the crook of his neck, prepared to fall sleep, just like this. “Nothing you could’ve bought me could beat this.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t buy it,” he tells me on another rumbling laugh while he lifts his hips off the couch, unintentionally pushing himself deeper inside me while he struggles to pull something out of his pocket.
When he feels my pussy tighten around him, Jensen laughs again. “You’re incorrigible.”
Sitting up, I settle myself deeper into his lap, a smug smile when I feel his still half-hard cock twitch inside me. “You love it. ”
“No, Peach.” Jensen’s expression turns serious a second before he shows me what he pulled out of his pocket. “I love you .”
A ring.
The most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen in my life.
A gorgeous, princess-cut Morganite in a vintage platinum setting, its delicate band sparkling with diamonds. When my gaze flies from the ring to his face, Jensen gives me a nervous smile. “It was my grandmother’s. My grandfather proposed to her with it. She was never a fan of diamonds.”
Eyes wide, I shake my head. “Jensen…”
“I love you, Peach,” Jensen says quietly.
“I love the way you stand up for yourself. The way you fight back—not just for yourself but for the people you care about. I love how dedicated you are to your work. How hard you try for others.” His mouth quirks into a smirk.
“I love that willful nature of yours and the fact that it’s going to take me at least a hundred years to fuck it out of you.
..” Catching my trembling hand in his, Jensen pushes the ring onto my finger.
It fits perfectly. “You, Sloane. No one else... only you. Always and forever. Will you marry me?”
“It’s peach,” I finally manage to croak out on a watery laugh. Letting his gaze fall away from mine, Jensen’s brow crumples when he looks at the peach-colored center stone in the ring on my finger.
“Holy shit, it is.” Barking out another laugh, he looks up at me. “That settles it, Peach. You’re marrying me whether you want to or not.”
Leaning into him, I press a soft kiss against his mouth before pulling back to look deep into his beautiful, mismatched eyes.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I want to,” I tell him, my mouth spreading slowly into a wide, giddy grin.
“Besides, you’re my grilled cheese guy. Who else is going to feed me at 3AM? ”
“No one, Peach.” Leaning in, Jensen whispers it against my lips. “No one else but me...”
The End