Page 106 of Five Brothers
The party swirls around us, but we may as well be alone, because nothing else exists. I’m the only one in her eyes, her voice is steady, and she’s mine until I put her down.
“You want to pay for me?” I hear the smile in her taunt. “You have more money than I do. You can play withusnow.”
She comes in, brushing her lips over my cheek, and I wrap my arms around her like a steel band.
Fuck yes.
I slip us behind the potted tree, press her into the wall as the grandfather clock next to us goes off. I lose track of the chimes as I reach up and run my thumb up and down her throat.
“I would let you pay for me.” I rub my mouth up the nape of her neck. “But you wouldn’t have to.”
I heft her high and bring her back down, rubbing myself hard between her legs. She gasps, holds me tighter, and then she covers my mouth with hers, moaning. I start to rip her bikini top down, but she stops me, holding it in place.
God, I need to touch her.
Rolling her hips, she grinds on me, and I take her ass in my hands, situating myself between her legs as I pin her to the wall. I open my mouth, sinking my tongue inside hers. I jolt.Jesus.Something electric courses over my lips, down my jaw, and sinks straight into my stomach as I lose myself in her wet heat.
Releasing her mouth, I press my forehead to hers, staring into her eyes as I rub my thumb over one of her nipples poking through her top. The flesh hardens, and I want it in my mouth. Liftingher higher, I nibble it with my teeth, biting and licking over the fabric.
She whimpers and squirms. “Army …”
It sounds like a protest, but she’s dry-humping me.
We pant and moan, sweat covering my back, my cock straining against my jeans. I kiss her, reeling as she bites my bottom lip.
I reach down, unfastening my belt and opening my jeans. “No,” she finally says. She pulls away from my mouth, looking down to see my bulge between us.
I gently press her into the wall. “No?” I taunt.
I flick my tongue over her bottom lip, but I’m just fucking with her. I’m not mad. Just frustrated.
I dip my hand down, rubbing her pussy through the fabric and feeling her hard little nub.
I groan. God, she’s fucking hot.
“You’re not going to let me have fun, are you?” I tease.
She shakes her head. “Isn’t this fun?”
And she covers my mouth again, molding her chest to mine, and resumes grinding herself on me, the only things separating us are her bottoms and my briefs.
My hands roam everywhere, her ass, her breasts, her face … She’s right. This is fun. I would want a bed if we were going to do more anyway.
She pulls away from my mouth, her face pained as she moans, and I swear I feel her wetness through our clothes.
“Slower,” I whisper, not daring to look behind me. “Or they’re gonna know we’re fucking.”
We’re still dressed, and we’re hidden behind the potted tree, but not completely.
I hold her tight, trying to set the pace and slow her down, but I keep needing to go harder. I press into her so hard I feel bone.
“I can’t stop,” she says, kissing me again and again.
“Slow.” I grip her hips, trying to control her. “Move small.”
But she doesn’t. She rides me, tilting her head back as I go at her neck, kissing and biting.
“I won’t go inside, okay?” I pull her bottoms to the side, baring her cunt and soaking up her heat as she pumps her hips again and again.