Page 32 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

Chapter 12

Iwiggledaroundin Andrew’s arms, mad that he’d just scared the crap out of me. His arms were solid, though, and I wasn’t moving.

He pulled me even farther back in the corner and I realized we were in a small room under the stairs. It was some kind of closet space that I would’ve never noticed. It was dark and smelled like cedar, or maybe that was just Andrew.

He backed me into a wall and moved his hand from my mouth to steal a kiss from me that had my toes curling. His hands braced on either side of my head, he kissed me deeply. His mouth tasted like chocolate, and it was such a sweet surprise that I moaned as I grabbed at his shirt to pull him even closer.

Andrew swore and kissed down my throat. “What’s in the bag, Cupcake?”

I sighed as his tongue stroked the shell of my ear. Being the sole focus of Andrew’s mouth was heaven. “Stuff.”

He tightened one hand in my hair and pulled my head back so I was staring up at him. “Something special, judging by the bag. Something I’d like to see you in.”

I barely bit back a moan as his thick thigh pressed between my legs. “Andrew…”

He gripped my hip in his other hand and held me still as he moved his thigh. My body reacted hard and fast, my hips rolling to get more of him. He took my mouth in another fierce kiss before leaning back to look at me, even while our bodies rocked against each other. “I missed you.”

Even as pleasure built and a stinging bit at my scalp from his hand in my hair, I smiled at him. “You missed me?”

He growled and worked his hips against me faster. We were essentially dry-humping against a random wall, but it was hot, and I’d missed him, too. Which was insane. “You can’t tell I missed you? You’re breaking every ounce of control I have.”

I bit at his lip when he kissed me, so close to coming undone. “Your control? What about my control?”

Andrew pulled my head back farther and dragged his teeth down my exposed throat. “You have no control in this with me, baby.”

Something about hearing his stern voice broken with desire as he probably left marks on me pushed me over the edge. I cried out as a shocked orgasm flowed through me. It felt stolen and all the sweeter for knowing that I’d broken Andrew’s intense control.

“Quiet, Cupcake, or I’m going to have to give you something to keep you quiet.”

Heart still pounding, I felt like a different woman. A bag full of sexy lingerie on the ground beside me, core still pulsing, I wanted to break his control completely. I sank to my knees between him and the wall and grabbed his belt.

“Fuck, Cupcake, you don’t have to do that.”

I looked up at him as I opened his belt and sent him a smile that felt wicked. “Don’t make idle threats, Andrew.”

Something dark and promising flashed through his eyes, and he finished undoing his pants. He cupped my face in his hand as he pulled his cock out of his pants and growled. “Suck me, baby.”

I tipped my head to the side and raked my tongue over his thumb before leaning forward and stroking the tip of him.

“Jesus.” His dark swear was all the encouragement that I needed.

Never before had I enjoyed a blowjob, but I instantly felt something shift in me. I grabbed Andrew’s thighs and moved even closer. Up close, his cock was beautiful. Swollen and a deep red, he looked painfully hard. I stroked up the length of him and moaned when his hand went to my hair again. His other hand gripped the base of his cock and held it out to me.

Tasting the lightly salty flavor of his skin, I found that I liked it. I liked it a lot. I licked him again and again, teasing him even as his fingers tightened against my scalp.

“Fucking hell, Cupcake.” He pulled my head back and lined his cock up with my lips and stared down at me. “You’d make a pretty picture like this. I like living art, though. The real thing would be better to look at every day.”

I flicked my tongue over his tip and watched a vein in his forehead stand out. He was losing control, and I loved the feeling. Wanting to push him more, I opened my mouth and took his head inside. A pulse of energy shot down to my core as I sucked on him. Rolling my tongue around the tip, I hollowed out my cheeks and channeled every blowjob scene I’d ever watched. I wanted to rock his world. I wanted to shock him stupid.

Andrew pushed more of his cock into my mouth and his fingers released and tightened in my hair as he clearly struggled to stay in control. His husky growl of pleasure was gasoline to my fire, and I sucked harder.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs above us should’ve been a stopping point for me, but I was too far gone. Something about knowing that there was someone that close just took me even higher. I worked more of his length in and out of my mouth until he brushed the back of my throat.

He swore quietly and tried to pull my mouth off of him. One look up at his face and I knew it was because he was close to coming.

I held tight to his hips and worked my mouth over him faster. The sting on my scalp shouldn’t have been as big of a turn on as it was, but I loved it. I loved knowing that I was breaking his control. I slipped and my teeth just lightly raked over the bottom of him, and that was all it took. His body tightened and he became stone over me as his breath hitched. Whoever was walking by was closer then, but I didn’t stop. The first spray of his release hit my tongue and I swallowed without thinking.

The taste of him in my mouth as he came was better than I remembered it being, and there was even something about it that I liked. I’d have to soul search about that at some other point, but at that moment, I was thrilled knowing that I’d made him snap.

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