Page 16 of Brood
I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a soft sob as the pleasure peaks without warning. My body shakes through the orgasm, and I clamp down hard around his fingers.
He’s watching me. I know it, even though my eyes are closed.
It takes a minute or two for me to come back to my senses and catch my breath. As I do, he stands and strips off his clothes.
He’s fully aroused, his penis big and hard and bouncing slightly as he straightens.
“Climb on the bed whenever you’re ready,” he tells me.
My head is still spinning, but I don’t want him to think I need extra time or effort. I get on the bed, positioning myself on my hands and knees like yesterday.
He takes my hips and drags me closer to the edge of the bed. He’s standing beside it.
He rubs my back and the curve of my bottom, pushing down at my shoulder blades so my upper body is lower than my pelvis. I support myself on my forearms and rest my cheek against the thick white covers.
He’s feeling between my legs, spreading my cheeks and fingering my vagina again. “Okay. You’re all warm and wet and pliant. You should be ready.”
I don’t know why, but his words embarrass me. They make that defensive anger rear up again. I have to bite back a retort that would do nothing but disrupt our intercourse.
“Iamready,” I force out. I’m too vulnerable with my bottom in the air like this. It feels like he’s staring at it. I want him to put his penis inside me and get going.
When I hear a squishy sound, I glance over my shoulder to see him lubing up his erection. When he’s done, he steps closer, lifts my hips into position, and lines up at my entrance.
He pushes in, and it’s easier than yesterday. It’s still really tight, but it’s not as uncomfortable.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“No.” I really do try to keep the impatience out of my voice. “I’m fine.”
He must hear it anyway because he falls quiet. It feels like he’s tenser than before. His hard shaft is all the way inside me, but he’s not moving it.
When I check his expression, he’s frowning at me again. “Prickly.”
I suck in a sharp breath. Then another as he starts to thrust. The first is in indignation, and the second is in pleasure because his erection moving inside me feels good.
Weirdly, intensely, achingly good.
“I’m not prickly,” I rasp, since it needs to be said.
My cheeks are burning, and it feels like I’m sweating a little. I don’t know why, because he’s doing most of the moving. He’s pushing into me from behind, shaking my body on every thrust.
And I like how it feels. Way more than I ever would have expected.
After a couple of minutes, when he speeds up, I can’t help but make a helpless little sound after every thrust. The sensations aren’t rising and building the way they do when he rubs my clit, but they’re deep and consistent, and they radiate through my body.
“You’re liking this,” Will says in a breathless mutter.
It’s a statement, not a question, but I’m compelled to answer it anyway. “Yes, I like how it feels. It’s taking longer than yesterday. You’re going to finish, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m gonna come.” He’s got a fistful of one of my bottom cheeks. He’s gripping it tightly, and even that kind of feels good. “Almost there.”
I whimper with another surge of pleasure because he’s about to ejaculate. Fill me with his semen. I’m holding my breath in expectation as he starts grunting. His hips work hard against my bottom, thrusting urgently until he finally freezes. Shudders. Then releases in several hard spurts.
I make a long, pleased sound as I feel each one.
He keeps his erection inside me longer than yesterday, gasping loudly and occasionally shifting his stance like he’s trying to grind out the very last of his seed.
I want all of it.
