Page 73 of The MC's Little Brother

He smirked, leaning down to kiss me. “You can make it up to me later.”

That sounded fun. But I was awake now and waiting sounded boring. “Or… We could skip to the end of the date now? We’ve got time before you have to pick up Xander, right?”

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” he argued, though not very convincingly. The steel pole poking my butt was definitely not a very convincing argument.

“I’m awake now. And I know a fantastically fun way you can wear me out again.”

He chuckled, giving me an exasperated shake of his head, but my argument was sound and he didn't stop me when I turned over and captured his lips. I wanted to make up for rescheduling without talking to him first and finding a time where our schedules aligned and we were child-free was slim. We had to get it while the getting was good.

Like every time we slept together, Mattias was in no rush. He savored every second, making me feel loved and important with every touch and kiss. Normally, I’d be happy to let him have his way, but I still remembered that little adventure on his desk. I hadn’t gotten the chance to reciprocate yet.

Pushing him onto his back, I climbed over him, straddling his waist. He smirked at me, sliding his hands up my thighs sensually. I slept in his shirts and only put on pants when I had to leave the room, so there wasn’t much stopping him from touching me. Meanwhile, he was in a t-shirt and jeans, and I was pretty sure he had shoes on too. That needed fixing. Immediately.

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Wraith

Ialways knew she was up to no good when she bit her lip like that. I couldn’t find it in me to complain when she was sitting on my lap and trailing her hands over me. Whatever she had in mind, I was down to try it as long as she didn’t steal those lips from me. I cupped the back of her neck, drawing her down for another kiss. I was addicted to her. Plain and simple. I couldn’t get enough.

Slender fingers slipped under my shirt, dancing across my abs before teasing upward. It forced my shirt up, so to give her better access, I tugged it off and tossed it aside, giving her permission to touch me however the hell she wanted. She grinned at my easy compliance, dipping her head for another kiss. It didn’t last long, just enough to rev me up before she shimmied lower to attack my belt. I kicked off my shoes and socks, lifting my hips to help her when she tugged on my jeans. Boxers came off with them because Mel was efficient like that.

I don’t know why I expected her to come back up on her own. I told myself she was up to no good. It still shocked a groan out of me when she wrapped her hand around my dick and licked a long stripe along the entire length.

“Mel…”

“Turnabout is fair play, handsome. Just relax and let someone take care of you for once.”

It wasn’t how things worked for me. I liked taking care of the people who were important to me. And I was used to doing things on my own. Arguments I definitely wasn’t going to make right now while she was licking my dick like it was a lollipop. I twitched in her grip, tucking my chin so I could watch her. I’d never seen anything more erotic than my dream girl wrapping those perfect lips around my cock. I could’ve died happy with that image in my head.

I have to concentrate on not finishing too soon, partially from the image alone, partially because jesus fuck she knew what she was doing. Her hand followed her mouth in a perfect grip, her thumb giving special attention to the vein underneath. She teased the crown with little flicks of her tongue, then surprised the hell out of me by swallowing me down and bobbing her head a few times. Then she started all over. It was torture. Perfect, amazing torture.

My eyes rolled into my head when she suckled at the tip and I knew if I didn't stop her, this would be over way too damn fast. It was hard to summon the will to move her away, though, especially when her mouth took a lazy journey south to tongue at my balls.

“Holy fuck, Mel…” I gritted out. I got a sultry chuckle in reply right as she pulled me back into her mouth. I couldn’t help lifting my hips to chase the vibration. I couldn’t get myself to stop her until I felt that tingle that singled an imminent release. I wasn’t ready for this to end.

Fisting the back of her hair, I drew her away with enough force to get her to listen the first time without actually hurting her. And she was grinning when she finally let me slip out of her mouth. I dragged her mouth back to mine, rolling to put her underneath me. She was dangerous on top. I wouldn’t fucking survive.

She lit a flame under my ass with that little stunt. I couldn’t go slow even if I wanted to. I jerked open the nightstand, fisting a condom without breaking the kiss. When her long legs wrapped around my hips, I was tempted to go without it, but that required a discussion I didn’t have the mental faculties to have right now.

Talented fingers plucked the rubber out of myhands while I was too focused on her mouth. I tried to wrestle it back from her, knowing she’d torment me if she took control, but she was wily and distracted me by tightening her legs around my hips and grinding her soaking pussy against my cock. Fuck, I really needed to have that conversation with her.

Thankfully, she didn’t tease while rolling the condom on. That came after, her hands stroking me until I was thrusting and desperate. I dragged my mouth away from hers, panting against her lips.

“What are you doing to me?”

Her slow grin sent shivers of need up my spine and when I scooped her hips up, she helpfully guided me to her entrance, her free hand pulling me closer so she could whisper against my ear. “Giving you a taste of how much I’ve wanted you for over a decade.”

Ah, fuck. She shouldn’t have said that. It made me feel feral, filling me with a desperate need to claim her. I pushed inside her in one smooth movement, pausing for a moment to give her a chance to adjust. We locked eyes with each other and I saw the same emotions I felt for years written across her face. Longing, hope, need. Love.

It was too much and not enough, and when her legs tightened to encourage me, I couldn’t hold back.

Melissa

The playful energy shifted at some point to something more serious. It made me breathless, watching the way he seemed to lose all control. He drew his hips back, sinking back inside me in a smooth glide that lit up every nerve I had. He didn’t drag it out or try to make it last. No, he was trying to ruin me. The steady grip on my hips kept them elevated enough that he hit at just the right angle every single time until I was moaning so loud, I was sure the neighbors could hear me. It was too much, too perfect, and I shattered without warning, my body writhing from the intensity of it.

Did that stop him? No, it did not. He growled through gritted teeth and picked up the pace, sending a lightning storm of sensation through me untilI couldn’t breathe. It felt like the first orgasm just melted into the second so seamlessly I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. The pleasure just kept going, until my mind went white and I had to surrender to it.

Vaguely, I heard Mattias shout and felt his hips stutter, but I was still floating in Nirvana when he collapsed on top of me. My arms came around his shoulders by instinct, my fingers stroking through his sweat-soaked hair.

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