Page 49 of The Older Brother
No one who matters. Nobody likes you.
Rather than nudging me into a confession, Saylor simply keeps her eyes on me as she strolls across the center of the room. She kicks her shoes off and nudges them to the side with her toes, then pulls the white coverup over her head and tosses it behind her to the foot of my bed.
“I’m guessing this isn’t the kind of swimsuit you compete in?” I reach forward and tug one of the strings tied in a bow at her hip. It unravels, and the small triangle of floral fabric covering her pussy slips just low enough that I can see the thin trail of hair above it.
“I’d probably swim right out of this thing,” she says, stopping at my knees and reaching behind her back to untie her top. It loosens, the cloth barely clinging to her breasts. I reach up and nook my finger between the cups and drag the material down her chest until it falls to the floor.
“Your tits are fucking perfection. I bet they’d sell a lot of tickets if you swam out of this at a race.” I walk my fingers from her navel to the center of her chest, then tap my index finger a few times as if I’m deciding what direction to go. My hand glides to her puckered nipple after a second, and I twist it as I gently tug. Saylor’s head falls back as her lips part with a gasp.
“Are you wet for me?” I squeeze her tit again as she moans, “Mm hmm.”
“Let’s see,” I say, moving my hand between her legs. I slip under the fabric, my fingers gliding along her swollen, soaking wet pussy.
“You are so wet, Saylor. I fucking love your pussy.” I feel her body twitch against my hand, my dirty words making her open to me. She was wasted on Caleb. I guarantee he never worshipped her the way she deserved. I bet she never truly had an orgasm with him. Not like she does with me.
I slide my left palm up the back of her thigh, grabbing her ass and squeezing before moving to the only thing left covering her body. I tug the final string, and her bikini bottoms drop to the floor.
“Just one taste,” I say, glancing up at her. She moves her hands to my neck, then runs her fingers through my hair as she nods.
I’m not sure if she even realizes the way she’s pulling my head toward her, bringing my mouth to her pussy, but she is, and I fucking love it. My hands cup her ass as I lean forward and lap my tongue against her pink skin, flicking the very center, then sucking it in.
“Oh, fuck, Rowan!” She grips my hair harder and holds my mouth to her pussy, her legs shifting a few inches wider.
I hum as I taste her, my tongue lathering her until my saliva has completely coated her along with her own arousal. My cock is pressing against the laced front of my board shorts, and it’s aching to feel all of her, every single inch, so when her hands relax in my hair, I let go of her body and unravel the front of my shorts and push them down just enough for my cock to stand free. I don’t even have to ask before Saylor straddles me and guides my cock into her with her hand. She sinks down slowly,her pussy stretching to accommodate my length. She loops her hands behind my neck and rolls her hips as her gaze meets mine.
My eyes haze, and I feel the sinister tug on my grin at the corners of my mouth as Saylor begins to ride my cock as if I’m the prized mechanical bull at the stockyard’s restaurant. Her nipples scrape against my T-shirt until I pull it over my head, so my bare chest sticks to hers. I want to buck into her, but I’m having too much fun watching her please herself on me. I like being used by her. She makes me patient.
The slow grind lasts for minutes, my hands memorizing the curve of her ass, the lines of her shoulder blades, the length of her hair as I tether it into my grip and pull her head back just enough that I can sink my teeth into her hard nipple. I could fill her up right here, like this, but I haven’t stopped thinking about fucking her on the hood of my car since the first time I tasted her. I want to be greedy with her, just this once.
“Hold on, baby,” I say, lifting her with me as I stand. Her legs wrap around my waist, my cock flexing inside of her as I march us out the door and into the garage where my car is parked. Only one of the bays is open, and I move my palm along the wall to shut the other, but Saylor stops me.
“Leave it open.”
I shift my head to look her in the eyes, and her sex-drunk grin thrills me.
“You’re a bad little thing, aren’t you?”
She nods and whimpers as her legs squeeze hungrily around my waist.
“Okay, we can put on a show,” I say. The sun set half an hour ago, and the sign by the road is turned off, so I doubt we’ll get any surprise customers. And anyone who dares to check if we’re open, well, they can fucking watch for all I care.
I move to the hood of my car and lay Saylor back, pulling out of her long enough to kick my shorts down my legs so I’mcompletely naked too. I grip my cock in my hand as she parts her legs and scoots down the hood enough to give me easy access. Her pussy glistens from our sex, and I want to paint it with my cum, then fuck her ass in this exact spot later tonight. I need to be careful, though, and not mix the beast up too much with the man who suddenly wants this girl to stay here after. To come here again tomorrow. To bring her things over and get comfortable.
To be mine.
“Can I be rough?” I move toward her and lift one of her legs, hooking it over my arm as I stare into her eyes.
She nods, and it’s not a timid yes. She’s sure of it. Of this.Of me.
I guide myself into her and push my cock in slowly, teasing her with a few inches for several minutes until her cries begin to grow needy and loud. I pull out completely before plunging back inside, pulling her leg to me and driving in until my tip hits her sensitive insides and she gasps.
“Oh my God, Rowan . . . yes!”
I do it again, this time pumping into her harder and faster. She cries out the same words, her hands gripping against the metal hood, unable to hold onto anything to steady herself.
“I’ve got you, Baby. Come for me,” I command, driving into her again. And again. My rock my hips fast as her body slides with my weight as I lean into her and flex her leg up as high as it will go. I want to touch her in new places, to uncover what pleases her most.
Her hands finally fly up and grip my shoulders, and her eyes open on mine, her stare pleading with me to push her over the edge. When she finally goes, her lids flutter shut as her eyes roll back, and she bites her bottom lip as she hums through her orgasm and smiles. I come seconds later, filling her up, then stepping back to watch my cum drip from her pussy.
