Page 49 of The MC's Little Brother

“Says the guy who– oh!” I yelped and then gasped as he rolled us over and put me on top of him. Sitting naked on top of him put me on full display and if I wasn’t fully confident in my own skin, I’d be uncomfortable. Thankfully, I wasn’t the shy type, and the angle gave me room to explore too.

Running my hands over his chest, I admired his tattoos. His right arm was a full sleeve that looked like the whole limb was mechanical. It spread onto his chest and made him look like he was part motorcycle. Which I was sure was what he was going for. I scooted down lower, running my fingers along the bumps of his abs. He groaned, gripping my hips tightly when I hit the right angle and ground against his dick.

“Fuck, Mel,” he choked out. His fingers flexed, like he wanted to make me do it again. I obliged, grinning at the way he sucked in a breath and gritted his teeth, like he was trying to keep himself in check and was losing the battle.

I leaned over him, my weight on my hands by his head, and gave him a smug grin. “Is something wrong?”

He lost the will to stop himself, using the grip on my hips to move me up and down against his erection. He lifted his head, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss, but when he sat up suddenly, it took me by surprise. He kept me against him, dragging kisses down my neck to my chest. I kept moving, grinding against him as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I moaned, though I did my best to muffle the sound. He kept going, every once in a while switching sides, until I was so wet and needy, I was basically coating him in my arousal.

“Mattias…”

He broke away, keeping me plastered against him as he leaned far enough to snag a condom out of his nightstand. He ripped it open with his teeth, which thrilled me to no end, but he wouldn’t let me help put it on him. He rolled it on with quick efficiency before dragging me back into his lap and capturing my lips again. I felt the blunt tip of his cock press against my entrance and I tried to move enough to sink down, but Mattias wouldn’t allow me to take over. He gripped my hips, slowing my movements until he controlled my descent. Inch after inch of him sank inside me, and neither of us seemed to be able to look away from each other’s eyes.

Just like when we started, he was in no rush. Once he was fully inside me and I had time to adjust, he lifted me slowly off him and slid me back down again, dragging moan after moan out of me. The position we were in kept my body pressed against his, our lips inches apart. He cupped the back of my neck, drawing me closer, while keeping the pace slow and torturous.

Which was all well and good, but I wanted more. And I wasn’t afraid to take it for myself. While I distracted him with another slow kiss, I ran my hands down his arms to lace our fingers together again. He seemed happy to go along with it until I pushed him onto his back and pinned him like he had pinned me earlier. His brow furrowed just a little, but before he could ask, I lifted my hips and sank back down, faster that time. He groaned and his hips bucked up to meet mine on the next roll of my hips.

“Ah, fuck, Mel,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Fair’s fair,” I murmured, sinking my teeth into his lower lip. It was like that move snapped his control because he pulled his hands free and flipped us, slamming his hips against mine. I moaned, wrapping mylegs around his hips. He looked a little feral, pistoning his hips in just the right way to send me skyrocketing towards release. It was hard to concentrate on staying quiet when he was doing everything right. One of his hands slipped under my hips, lifting me just enough to make me cry out. I slapped my palm over my mouth to muffle it, but Mattias pulled my hand away, kissing me instead.

I felt my body tighten, and I sucked in a breath, edging closer and closer to oblivion. I knew it was coming, and it still took me by surprise when it slammed into me, my moans muffled against Mattais’s mouth. He wasn’t far behind me, his hips stuttering before he pulled away to groan against my neck.

We were both fighting for breath, clinging to each other, our skin slicked with sweat. And it was just as perfect as I imagined it would be.

28

Wraith

I’d never slept next to someone before. I didn’t invite people to my home, and I left at the end of the night when I was dating because I was afraid I’d wake up in the middle of the night shouting and scare the hell out of whoever I was with. I considered sleeping on the couch to spare Mel from whatever might happen, but after we got cleaned up, she dragged me back to bed and settled my head on her chest, combing her fingers through my hair until I was helpless to do anything but close my eyes. I fell asleep with her holding me, and for the first time in years, slept all night without waking once.

It was a little disconcerting, to say the very least, and I was groggy when I finally managed to drag myself out of bed. The only reason I did was because I heard Xander and Thor coming downstairs, and I knew I needed to make him breakfast. I dragged on a pair of jeans, but that was about as far as I was willing to go.

“Woah. Nice tattoo,” Xander murmured.

I blinked a few times, looking around for him. He was standing by the back door and I assumed he just let Thor out to do his business because the dog wasn’t by his feet like usual.

“Thanks. Hungry?”

He lifted a scrawny shoulder, but his stomach answered for him with a loud growl. He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck self consciously. I didn’t draw more attention to it, heading for the fridge to see what options we had. Mel bought him cereal and stuff like that, but I wanted him to eat healthy until he put more weight on.

“Want a breakfast burrito?”

He shrugged when I looked over my shoulder at him. I got the feeling he wouldn’t say no to much. He was probably used to giving in to stay safe. I’d need to fish a little to see what he actually preferred to eat.

I wasn’t going to push that right now. Mel suggested we go to therapy together. Maybe while we were there, we could figure out a way to get Xander more confident to tell me what he wanted.

While I prepared breakfast, Xander fed Thor, squatting beside him and petting his head while he ate. It was a good thing to do for Thor’s training, since I never wanted him to get possessive of food, but I kept an eye on them, just in case. Thor needed training when I first got him, he was used as a guard dog for some asshole and was mean as hell. With a lot of training and a stress-free life, he was past most of the issues he had. I just didn’t want to test that with my little brother.

I was finishing up when the doorbell rang. I frowned at the clock on the stove. It was early, and I didn't get visitors much in the first place. Xander turned toward the door, but I stopped him before he could answer it.

“Watch the food for me. Thor gets sneaky and tries to steal some if I’m not watching him.”

Turning off the heat, I gave Thor a suspicious look. It was the one habit I hadn’t broken yet. He was a little thief. Xander huffed a small laugh and nodded, pushing out of his chair to stand by the stove while I went to answer the door. I wiped my hands off with a towel and tossed it over my shoulder, heading for the door. When I opened it, I didn’t recognize the person on the other side.

“Are you Mattias Ruiz?”

I frowned at her. “Yeah? Who are you?”

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