Page 82 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
I bite my lip because the sight alone is arousing as hell. Even when Brett and I had sex, it was mostly planned. If it was spontaneous—after a game or something—it usually took a little while to work him up until wecouldhave sex. Foreplay was never a problem for me, since I like to take my time, but Brett was always impatient.
As Freddie sits before me, hand wrapped around his cock, I realize that he’s not rushing this at all.
He’s waiting.
For me to take the lead. And something about that is more powerful and telling than anything else.
I reach for him, for his cock, to pull him closer, and he lets me.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, my voice shaking.
“Yes,” he breathes without hesitation. He kisses me, that slow, deep tantalizing kiss that makes my insides turn to lava. It reminds me of the way Rush kissed me, but yet, it’s different.
“You can use me however you need, princess,” he purrs. “Just…” He tenses as I wrap my hand around his cock. He pulls away, looking at me with an ache and vulnerability I’ve never seen in a man before.
“My safeword is hurricane.” He breathes carefully. “If I say hurricane, it means stop.”
I look at him in question. “I thought stop means stop?”
He shakes his head, his eyebrows furrowed. “I’ll tell you to stop,” he whispers. “But I don’tmeanit. When I tell you no, or tell you to stop I—” He swallows hard, and I see the pain etched on his face. “I want you to keep going. Only stop if I say hurricane, okay?”
I nod. “And if I want you to stop, I’ll say hurricane too,” I whisper as I start to stroke him.
Freddie kisses me deep, and I feel my insides start to flutter. His lips caress me from my throat to my neck. His hands carefully work their way down my body, his fingers pulling at my nipples until they stiffen.
He thrusts himself in my hand, and I feel a bout of precum kiss my palm, warm and sticky. And then he pushes me away.
I tense, but he didn’t say stop or hurricane. And then I feel his lips trailing down my abdomen to my navel, and he pushes me down into the bed, straddling my legs. My cheeks heat, because this position makes my hips and my thighs look bigger when I lie flat. I’m taken back to the comments, however sly and under his breath they were, that Brett would utter when I lay down like this.
Freddie stops, and for a minute I think he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he slides his thumb over my mound through the lace, right over my clit, and I nearly jump off the bed.
He chuckles. “So swollen and needy already.” He tsks. “I bet I could make you come just like this.” He flicks my bud. The jolt of energy that runs through me is electric.
“F-Freddie,” I suck in a breath as he starts to massage me.
“Do you want me to stop?” He looks at me, that dark look in his eye, and I know resistance is futile.
“No,” I say firmly. “You can keep going.”
The words that fall out of my mouth next are not mine. But yet they are.
“Make me come.”
Freddie grins, and the sight itself—that wide, beautiful grin and that hard, muscled body, gleaming cock—I think I must be dreaming for sure. There’s no way this is happening. No waythisman wants me like this, but…
Freddie rubs and pulls my clit through the lace as he settles his body on top of me. His cock drags across the inside of my thighs as his lips find my neck and he continues to torment my clit. And then I feel him push my panties aside and slide one finger inside of me while his thumb continues its torture.
I gasp as he groans in my ear. “Fuck, Nora, you’re soaked.”
I nod, my head feeling dizzy. Everything is converging on me at once.
I feel my orgasm culminating in the distance like a hurricane about to strike.
Freddie pumps his finger inside of me, curling it to stroke something inside of me that makes me yelp. It’s not painful by any means, but the pleasure is overwhelming.
I rock my hips, thrusting against his finger. It’s not enough, I need more, I?—
It’s like he justknows.Like he’s tuned in to my frequency on another level, because as I think the words he slides a second finger in and then he leaves my neck. His head disappears between my thighs, and a moment later I feel his warm, wet tongue, lapping at my clit as his fingers curl and my orgasm hits me hard and fast.
