Page 7 of The Brothers Next Door

He stroked me from my ass to my clit, over and over, torturing me until I was bucking with wild abandon against his hand and begging him to give me more. The tension without release was becoming almost painful.

“Beg,” he demanded.

“Please, oh please,” I shamelessly moaned. I just needed relief.

“What do you want?” he said, stroking me again.

I hesitated. My ex never went down on me. He didn’t like to do that and even though it disappointed me, I accepted it. Should I demand this stranger give me something I’d fantasized about, for quite literally years?

“Tell me or I leave right now.”

Opening my eyes, I stared up at him, wondering if he was serious. A quick glance at his groin and his bulging erection challenged his statement, but I didn’t want to chance calling his bluff. When I didn’t respond straight away he started to pull away.

“No!” I pulled and strained against the scarf, intent on pulling him back down to me.

His smile was so damned cocky and self-assured, it pissed me off just slightly, but I didn’t have a choice. My body made it impossible for me to do anything other than give into him. “Please, lick my pussy until I come.” Embarrassed, a blush warmed my cheeks as I said the words.

With a low chuckle, he lowered himself to me again, spreading my pussy lips wide and running his tongue along the length. I cried out, bucking against his mouth, almost coming straight away.

But I didn’t.

He licked me a second and third time, slipping two fingers into me and beginning to stroke my inner core. I bucked and moaned against him, my desire going higher and higher until I couldn’t take it a moment longer. My body vibrated from the top of my head to the tips of my toes as my body released.

I let out an unsteady sigh, thinking that would be the end, but I was mistaken. He removed his fingers to replace it with his tongue. The feeling of his tongue slipping in and out of my pussy was a different and highly erotic thing. It felt so foreign and oh-my-God so good. It had been so long since I’d felt sensations like this, I’d forgotten what it was like to have a man’s lips and tongue between my legs, lapping me up like I was the most desirable treat he’d ever experienced.

“You’re delicious, baby.”

At the sound of his voice, I lifted my head, watching him as he pleasured me, quickly bringing me to the brink of another orgasm within a minute or two. Just as I was about to come, I got a jolt of self-consciousness. I was seconds away from my juices greeting his greedy tongue. I attempted to pull away, but he held me tight and then it was too late, I was cresting the summit of my desire. As my world exploded, my juices slowly dripped between my ass cheeks. Letting out a jagged breath, I closed my eyes again and let my head fall back against the pillow.

My eyes sprang open as I felt his weight lifting from the mattress. He leaned over me and released my wrists. Looking down at my wrists, I was surprised to see they were red from my pulling against the scarf.

“Now what do you want?”

“You.”

“Be more specific.”

Oh my God, this man was infuriating. He knew damned well what I wanted. Despite the massive erection in his jeans, I saw the determination in his eyes. He wasn’t going to give me anything unless I played his game.

“I want you naked. Then I want you deep inside me.”

He gave me that cocky grin that I was beginning to both love and hate. “That’s a start.” He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Then he began to undo his belt and jeans.

His body was beautiful, undeniable perfection. His shoulders and chest were broad and toned, with a tribal style dragon that covered the left side of his chest. The tail of the dragon curled up over his shoulder and down his left arm.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered. My eyes lowered from his tattoo to his six pack, and then further down as he lowered his jeans to expose a pair of grey boxer briefs.

“You’re in amazing shape.”

“I have to be in my line of work.”

Heat returned to my cheeks at the reminder that I didn’t even know what this man did as a profession. Hell, I didn’t even know his last name! “What do you do?”

“Detective Striker, NYPD, ma’am, at your service,” he replied with a southern drawl that I knew wasn’t genuine, but a pretty damned good attempt, I’d give him that. He pushed his jeans down, quickly followed by his underwear, exposing his thick, erect penis.

My heart was racing and my wet pussy clenched in anticipation staring at him. Sitting up, I reached for his cock, only to have my hand gently batted away. “There will be plenty of time for that.”

“But...” A dollop of cum had formed at the tip and I longed to lick it clean.

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