Page 102 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
This seems to be a thing with Nora and me.
I’d be lying if I said I hated it.
I grind against the bed involuntarily as I work to remove her leggings, and she lets me. Her hands reach for my shirt, and she tugs. I remove it quickly before diving back to kiss her, my tongue exploring hers with the utmost interest.
“Oh my God, Russ…”
I tear off her leggings. Her ankle gets caught, but I pull hard, tossing them across the room. I don’t know where they land, nor do I care, because all I can focus on is her. This moment.
“Tell me to stop,” I breathe as I kiss her neck.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she says. “Russ, I?—”
I swallow her pleas with my mouth as I groan. My cock hurts because I’m so hard and this isn’t the best position for me. I absentmindedly adjust myself, and then I feel her hands settling on my waist. Her fingers carefully, skillfully unbutton my jeans. I pull back to look at her, her eyes finding mine.
“Tell me again,” she whispers. “Tell me again what I deserve.”
Her hands slowly slide over the front of my briefs, and the minute I feel her hand on me through the fabric I groan.
I kiss her as I wriggle out of my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my skintight briefs. She starts to stroke me through the fabric, and I can’t help but thrust against her palm.
“Everything,” I whisper. “Everything you fucking want.”
“Including you?” she asks, her voice shaky. “Russell, do you think I deserveyou?”
She pushes my briefs down over my ass, just enough to free my constrained dick. The relief as the air kisses my shaft is damn near euphoric on its own.
My fingers twist in the sides of her panties and I pull them down, my gaze holding hers solidly.
“No,” I say, my voice low and deep. “I think you deserve more, but…” I swallow hard. “I promise you, Eleanor, if you choose this…chooseme, I will fight forthis—” My throat tightens as my heartbeat races. “I will fight to be the man you deserve, like I fight for my place on the ice.”
Her hands slide over my ass, up my back, and I lean into her with ease. Her blue eyes are like the lights of a game—shining on everything and making it brighter than before.
I kiss her, taking her lips with that same promise. The world falls away as I get lost in her kiss. The feel of her pert nipples poking my chest. She slithers beneath me, shifting her weight, and I move in tandem, lining myself up without hesitation.
She thrusts herself up against me, her body asking mine for what I’ve longed for, for so long I can barely comprehend.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice a whisper.
She kisses me slowly. “I’m sure.”
“Do—” I swallow, needing to ask the question but not wanting to stop what’s happening.
But I need to know.
Given what I know, how I feel, if she says no…I’ll understand, but I won’t lie and say I’ll be okay. Because I realize now, here—my leaking cock poised against her entrance—how badly I want this.
How badly I wanther. To be mine in every sense of the word.
“Do I need a condom?”
The words are heavy in the air between us, the uncertainty thick.
I know if she says yes, I’ll do it, no questions asked, and I’d understand. I wouldn’t even be mad or upset.
But there’s also a part of me that wants her to say no.
Not because I want to feel her perfect insides wrapped around my aching cock, but because I want everything that comes before and after sex with Nora.
