Page 24 of The Older Brother
I let the hood slam shut only a few inches behind her, and she jumps at the harsh clank of metal on metal, her hands flattening on my chest to steady her balance.
“I’ve got you,” I say, my lips grazing against her earlobe.
Her hands drag to the center of my chest, and her fingers wrap around the gray, silk tie hanging loose around my neck. My palms slide up her bare thighs to her hips, and I lift her up on her hood. She undoes my tie, then drags it from my collar while gathering it into a ball that she clutches against her chest. I would love to see those wrists tied up with it sometime.
“Lie back,” I say, walking my fingertips up her stomach to the center of her chest. I coax her body flat atop her hood, and her head rests against the windshield. Her hands fidget with my tie as she bites her lower lip, the faint smirk practically daring me to take things further.
I lean over her body and run my thumb along her cheek. She turns into my touch, her lips parting with a slight breath that tickles my wrist as her eyes flutter shut. I pull the clip from her hair and let the waves fall along the glass and onto her shoulders before setting it to the side.
“I like it when your hair is wild and messy,” I say as she blinks her eyes open on mine. Her lips curve into a bashful smile that pushes into her cheeks. They rush with color, a soft pink thatmimics the sun-kissed color on her nose. I like it when she’s embarrassed, too, but I’ll save telling her that for next time.
There will be a next time.
My hands trail along the front of her body as I move to stand in front of her, and she arches her back when my fingertips graze along the hard peaks under her tight cotton tank top. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel those again. Her nipples are so hard, so round and perfect, like candy. I want to bite them.
Her knees part as my palms run down her thighs, and I lift them so her feet are flat on the edge of the hood.
“I’m afraid I got your shorts a little dirty,” I say, running my finger along the hem of the white linen cuff on her inner thigh.
“I don’t like them much anyway.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
My hand breaks the barrier of her shorts, and I glide a fingertip along the wet strip of cotton between her legs. Her hips shift with the faint touch, so I press the swollen skin underneath and smirk at her.
“Are you wet for me, Saylor?”
Her cheeks grow redder, but she nods as her lips part with a tiny gasp.
“Oh, you’reverywet,” I say, slipping my finger under her panties and along her wet pussy. Her knees move wider, and the thought of her opening herself up to me makes my dick ache.
I’m not fucking her out here. I want to, but I know there’s a chance anyone could pull in at a moment’s notice. But I have to hear her come for me again, and while we may get interrupted, at least we’re alone until then. I want to know what she sounds like when she’s not holding back so much.
I sink a finger inside of her and she moans, moving her hands up to either side of her head and stretching my tie across her own eyes as a blindfold. My cock flexes at the sight. She’s so fucking hot, and so innocent. I want to ruin every piece ofher, steal that innocence, and know that I do things to her that nobody else ever can. There’s no way Caleb made her feel this good. He’s too selfish.
Since I can’t simply unzip these stupid pants, I adjust my cock in my pants with my free hand while I work her panties to the side so I can see the aching pussy beneath. It’s so fucking beautiful, the tiny strip of hair like an arrow pointing to pleasure and fortune and the loss of my soul. I lean over her body and wrap my arms around her legs, hooking a finger in her panties to hold them to the side as I cover her swollen pussy with my mouth.
“Oh fuck!” Her hips buck in response, but her hands stay where they are, holding the tie in place over her eyes.
I suck on her clit before punishing it with my tongue, her sweet taste making me drunk.
“Your pussy is so fucking soft, Saylor. So perfect,” I say, my lips moving against her swollen skin. She writhes under me with every teasing touch.
“Uh huh.” Her voice is raspy, breath ragged, and it’s making me so hard.
I want to fuck her like this, on the hood of my car. And I will. Many, many times. Because this isn’t just something you sample. It’s not just a taste. Saylor Kelly is an addiction. And I’m an addict.
I flick my tongue against her, then switch to long, torturous strokes just when I feel her hips begin to circle. She hums with every touch, a soft moan as I push her to the brink, then refuse to let her fall over the edge.
Saylor drops one hand into my hair, threading her fingers through it and holding me to her as her breath grows more urgent. When I feel her pulse under my tongue, I glide one hand up her body, slipping under her shirt and bra to the hard nipple begging for release. I roll it between my finger and thumb,pinching harder as she lets out a gasp that echoes in the garage bay. While one hand holds her to my face so my tongue can work her pussy, the other rubs her hard nipple raw to the rhythm of her bucking hips. Finally, a high-pitched shriek leaves her lips, and both hands grasp my hair, pressing my head into her as she fucks my tongue.
I drink every drop of her soaking wet pussy, my tongue wide against the shattered nerves still pulsing between her legs. I hum as I get slower with every pass, and her fingers begin to unfurl from their tight grip on my hair. When her hands finally fall limp to her sides, I stand up and wipe my chin as she gazes at me with sleepy eyes and a wide, dreamy smile.
“We have company,” I say as the buzzing of my brother’s engine suddenly clicks off. He stays in his car at the end of the driveway for a few seconds, probably trying to decide if he saw what he thinks he saw.
He did. I know the minute he pulled in. It’s the exact moment I made his ex-girlfriend come in my mouth.
Chapter 8
I rollto the right of my car and slide my legs to the ground, so I’m shielded from Caleb’s view while I adjust my shorts and panties. My thighs are wet from pleasure, and my heart is pounding from the jolt of adrenaline that rushed through my body the second Rowan said we had company.
