Page 6 of The Brothers Next Door

Chapter 3

Layla

A soft ‘eeek’ sound slipped past my lips as I spun around to face Nate, my hands immediately going to cover my breasts. Unfortunately, with my hands on my breasts, the dainty red thong did little to cover my pussy.

“Excuse me?”

He pushed himself off the door jamb and casually strolled into the room, towards me. With each step he came closer to me, the quicker my heart raced until I could hear it thudding in my ears. “Why put it on when I’m going to be taking it back off you anyhow?”

Heat raced to my cheeks. He had a point, but there was a difference between getting naked in the heat of the moment and standing naked in front of a virtual stranger without passion driving my inhibitions. I was at a loss for words as he came to a stop directly in front of me and pulled me into his arms.

My body tensed for a moment, but as his lips came crashing down on mine, I lost any and all will to resist. My body molded itself against his as I slipped my hands up the front of his chest and my fingers locked behind his neck.

His lips were insistent on mine, forcing me into submission. When my lips parted, he took the invitation to slip his tongue between my teeth. All modesty evaporated from my mind as the need within me began to rage.

“I suppose not,” I gasped, feeling slightly light-headed as he tore his lips from mine to stare down at me with brilliant, hunger-filled, blue eyes.

“Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know you.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.” His hands worked their way down my back to settle at my upper thighs. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me up and onto his hips. I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck as he carried me across the room and deposited me onto the bed, tumbling with me, but bracing himself with a hand on either side of my head to keep from crushing me with his weight.

As his lips found mine again, it felt like there was too much clothing between us. His jeans felt rough against me as he ground his rock-hard erection against my pelvis. My hands dropped from his shoulders, down his back and to his waist, seeking out his belt.

“Nope,” he said, a grin appearing on his lips.

“Nope?” I parroted, confused. He was here to fuck my brains out, right? What in the hell was with this nope shit?

“There’s condoms in the dresser drawer,” I said, thinking that was the problem.

“We don’t need those yet. But I could use a scarf.”

“In the top drawer on the left of the long dresser.”

“Stay there.” He slowly got up, making me groan inwardly in protest. With his body no longer over mine, I immediately felt bare and exposed as I watched him cross the room to my dresser and after a moment of looking, retrieve a red satin scarf from the drawer.

Coming back to me, scarf in hand, he instructed me to put my hands over my head and to grasp the railing of the bedpost. I was slightly hesitant; did I really want to leave myself completely vulnerable with a stranger? I didn’t even know what this man did for a living.

He grinned, coming to a stop at the side of the bed. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”

My body trembled, the heat between my legs intensifying as my imagination went racing over the possibilities. With slight hesitation, I placed my hands above my head and waited as he began to tie my wrists together and then to the bed post. You only live once, right? I struggled against the binds. They were snug, but if I really needed to free myself I was confident that I’d be able to.

Nate leaned into me, his lips lightly brushing my neck. The torment was amazing as he continued down my body, his lips grazing, just giving me enough contact that it left me longing for more. His lips paused for a moment at my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples until each one was a hardened tip before moving lower. With each inch closer to my pelvis he got, the more intense the throbbing between my legs became, until I was squirming against his mouth.

He stopped at the waistband of my delicate red panties and then looked up, his gaze locking with mine.

“Oh God, this is torture.”

“It only gets worse from here.”

“Fuck,” I hissed between gritted teeth.

Nate grinned, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my panties and giving them a tug. I lifted my hips, and my panties slid down my hips and legs, leaving me incredibly exposed to him as he tossed them to the floor.

“It seems unfair that you still have clothing on,” I whined.

He didn’t answer, but lowered his head and brushed his lips against my mound. I gripped the post of the bed and moaned as the warmth of his breath teased my wet pussy. “All in due time.” He slipped two fingers between my folds and ran them up and down, pausing at my clit long enough to make me moan as he flicked it and pinched it between his fingertips. If I was looking for a man who knew what he was doing then I suspected that I’d found it in spades.

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