Page 48 of Love You From Afar

“We uh… We’re helping each other stay warm,” My lips tilt up in an unconvincing smile. “Keeping the blood flowing.”

His nostrils flare as he clenches his jaw, as if my response was a sharp blade to his chest.

Before I have a second to ponder his reaction, he flips over on his back, bringing me with him. I brace my hands against his chest as he grabs my hips and positions me on top of him. At this angle, his erection presses against every sensitive inch of me, driving me fucking wild. I roll my hips seductively, whimpering when I feel every hard ridge of him grind against my core.

“Take it. Take what you need,” he grits through clenched teeth.

His heated gaze is gone, replaced by downcast eyes, drooping eyelids, and pinched brows. The corner of his lips lower in an expression that resembles sorrow.

I stop the movement of my hips, gently brushing my thumbs across his chest. “Rett… What’s wrong—”

He doesn't give me the chance to finish my sentence. Instead, he tightens his hold on my hips. A deep groan leaves his chest as he lifts his hips, rocking his dick against my core in one solid thrust that punches the air right out of my lungs. My head rolls back as I claw at his chest, unable to process anything but the all-consuming pressure building between my legs.

“Oh, God,” I moan, meeting him thrust for earth-shattering thrust.

I notice that Everett’s not exploring my body like he was before. He focuses on his firm grip on my hips as he starts to pick up speed.

“Everett, touch me,” I plead. I want his hands on my body.I want him everywhere.I slowly glide a hand up his chest, cupping his jaw as his sapphire gaze meets mine.

“No,” he rasps, shaking his head. “You’re going to come just like this. I won’t stop until you do.” His hands tremble against my hips, like he’s using all his strength to keep himself from letting go. He needs this release just as much as I do, but he’s not allowing himself to have it.

“Please.” I’m begging now, but I don’t care how pathetic I sound. Ineedhim to touch me.

“Hasheever made you come like this? Fully clothed with nothing but his dick grinding against you?”

I immediately know who he’s talking about.

“No,” I whisper. “Never.”

“Good,” he growls as possession fills his eyes. “I’m the only man that can make you come like this, and we both know it. Elliot’s probably at a fucking happy hour without a care in the world, meanwhile, I’m getting to watch you lose your mind on my dick.You snooze, you fucking lose, brother.”

Jesus Christ.

I should be disgusted by what he just said. I should hate myself for what I’m doing. I should be running to the bathroom, sick to my stomach for using my fiancé’s brother like this. But I must be sick in the head because I’m so turned on that I almost come as the dirty words fall from Everett’s lips. I’ve yearned for this feeling for three long years, and damn, was it worth the wait.

“Rett,” I whimper when he sits up to reposition himself. He keeps one hand firm on my hip, while the other rests behind him on the mattress to hold his weight.

At this angle, the blunt head of his cock hits my clit with perfect precision on each thrust. A feeling I can only explain as euphoria racks through my body, a perfect drug that has me wrapping my arms around his neck. A moan cracks from my throat as he sends me spiraling into one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

“Tell me when it happens,” he rasps, his nose bumping against mine with each rock of our hips. “I want to watch the moment you come. I don’t want to miss a single second.”

“Now,” I cry. “Right now.”

I tangle my hands in his damp curls, pushing my forehead to his as I let out a loud moan that I’m too worked up to be embarrassed about. My core clenches as electric currents zip through my body. When my eyes roll to the back of my head, I see a million stars, a galaxy that belongs solely to Everett.

“So fucking beautiful,” he groans, digging his fingers into my hips for dear life. I know without a doubt that I’ll have bruises on my skin from his unyielding grip, and he’ll have claw marks on his back from mine. The thought of us marking each other only strengthens my arousal, taking my release to the next level.

“Everett.” His name repeatedly falls from my lips in needy whispers.

“Give it to me, angel. Give me everything,” he growls.

I bury my face in his neck, clinging to him like a tree. My body quivers and shakes as I ride out the remainder of my release. I bite down on the tender skin of his neck, which doesn't do much to stifle my uncontrollable moans and whimpers.

“So good, Rett,” I croak, nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his woodsy scent as I start to come down from my high.

Everett slows his thrusts to a slow, sensual rhythm, but he doesn’t stop until my body relaxes. He doesn’t stop until he’s certain that I’ve finished. He lets out a shaky breath before removing his hand from my hip and leaning back against the headboard. His eyes flinch with an unnamed emotion as he clenches his jaw before tearing his eyes away from mine.

I look down between us, noticing that he’s still fully erect. I can see the mouthwatering outline of his cock through the thin fabric of sweatpants… long, thick, and weeping for release.

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