Page 68 of My Ex's Brothers

“Oh my God,” she sighs, her voice all tight and full of need. “Tripp, I’m?—”

I move as fast as I can without falling off the couch, because I know.

I know how close she is, and I want to taste every drop when she comes around my tongue. I dive into her, biting, sucking, and licking her clit and probing her center. Her hand finds the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as she pushes me against her. She thrusts herself against my face, and I look up to see her face slack, her eyes shut as she breathes heavily.

She is so fucking beautiful and she tastes like heaven. Better than any cake I’ve ever had, for sure.

“That’s it, ride my face, baby. Ride it until I make you come.”

“Tripp!”

That’s when I feel it, the tension in her legs, her pussy clenching around my tongue. It only fuels me to keep going. So I do.

“Oh, fuck…I can’t, I?—”

I don’t let up as her body relaxes. I lick, suck, and bite at her until she’s writhing beneath me again.

“I don’t know if I can come again, Tripp, I?—”

“Yes, you can,” I mutter against her clit. “You can and you will.”

I rip off the remainder of her pajama pants and throw them on the ground so I can settle into her easier as I grab her by her ass cheeks and lift her up, feasting on her as I continue my motions.

Her hand fists in my hair again, but her grip isn’t as tight.

I adjust myself so I have room to slide all three fingers back into her, focusing my mouth on her clit, and barely a second later, I feel her pussy clenching me again and her exhausted, deep moan echoing in the air. I settle us both back down and I grin as I get up, if only to adjust my cock which is straining against my jeans.

And then I catch Amelia’s terrified gaze.

“Something wrong?” I ask, panic hitting me.

Her breath comes fast. “I can’t do this,” she says as she scrambles away from me, off the couch.

“Amelia…are you okay?” I ask, blinking as I adjust my cock. I’m confused. She said this was okay, so why is she freaking out?

“I can’t do this, Tripp, I just?—”

She hurries herself into her pants and my heart is in my throat. This…this is not the way it was supposed to go.

I grab her wrist once her pants are up to her waist.

“Hey…” I tell her, blinking up at her. “Talk to me…”

She pulls her wrist from my hand. “I should go,” she says, and it’s only then I see the faint beginnings of tears in her eyes.

“You should go to bed,” she says, biting her lip. “You have class in the morning.”

And with that, she leaves me hard and alone on the couch with nothing but the television light and the taste of her sweetness on my tongue.

Fuck, what happened?

When I hear the door shut, I turn the television off, grab my water, and head to my room.

I can’t shake the feeling that I did something wrong, but I’m not sure what.

I asked her for her consent and she gave it. We were having fun. She seemed like she was enjoying it, so why did she leave? Was it bad?

I’ve never had anyone complain or anything. And she did come. Twice.

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