Page 15 of Brothers' Brat
"Leila…" Hudson's voice is a hoarse whisper, his hand reaching out, trembling slightly, until his palm cradles the side of her flushed face. "We've needed you for so fucking long." His green eyes lock onto hers, and her lips part like she wants to respond, but he's speaking again."You're perfect," he admits, each syllable showing our reverence.
I should be content to watch, to bask in the aftermath of their union, but a relentless fire burns through my veins. My body is a live wire, and every muscle coiled, ready to strike. Desire, sharp and insistent, commands my movements. I can't wait any longer.
My gaze lingers on the gentle rise and fall of Leila's chest and then moves to the sight of Hudson's hand, so massive against the porcelain skin of her cheek, and it stirs something primal within me. It's a possessive surge that courses through my veins, demanding to own her the same way he does.
"Leila," I murmur, my voice barely above a growl as I guide her onto her back with hands that tremble with urgency. There's a beat and then her lashes lift, revealing eyes that hold the remnants of what she just shared with our brother. "I want you on your back for me."
"Spread her legs for me," I command, my attention snapping to Hudson. He understands the urgency threading my words, he always does. With a nod, he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow.
Hudson's fingers trace paths of ownership along Leila's thighs, a silent understanding passing between us as he parts them, revealing her freshly fucked pussy. My breath catches, heat pooling low in my belly as I look at her pink pussy, marked and dripping with Hudson's come.
Hudson's low chuckle vibrates through the quiet room. "Did you ever think we'd make it here?" he muses, his gaze lingering on Leila's flushed face. "She's even better than I could have imagined."
"No," I answer him, and then, "she’s stunning," I reply, my voice thick with admiration and a possessive edge that doesn't escape me. It's true. I always wanted this, but I was so caught up in the anger of Leila rejecting us, that I never thought we'd actually make it. Her cheeks, burning with a rosy hue, seem to deepen at our words. The sight sends a surge of protectiveness through me. God, I live for this blush. I'll chase it, keep it alive for as long as I'm on this fucking planet.
I inch closer, my hardness pressing against the slick warmth of her pussy, reveling in the way Hudson's come drips down her inner thighs. My fingers glide over her clit as she stretches around me. Her eyes, half-lidded and dreamy, roll back in pleasure and then rake from my face, down my chest and abs. I sink all the way inside her, flexing my hips and abs, really giving her something to look at. I realize in this moment that I much prefer the lust in her eyes to the fear I'm used to.
"Look at you," I breathe out. "Taking your big brother's cock."
"Does Hayden feel good, Leila? Fucking your tight cunt?" Hudson's voice is soft, coaxing. He knows just how to draw out her responses, how to stoke the fire within her. "Tell him how good he's making you feel."
"Y-yes," she whispers, her voice a silken thread weaving around us. "So good." I like that she can barely get her words out.
"Touch her for me," I say to Hudson. "Make her nipples hard for me." There's an urgency in my command, an insatiable craving to see every part of her body respond to our touch.
Without hesitation, Hudson shifts, his presence a warm weight beside her. He takes one of her breasts in hand before his mouth descends, and the sound of his lips latching onto her, drawing her nipple into the heat of his mouth, fills my ears, making my cock jerk inside her.
"Ah, just like that," I encourage, watching intently as I grip her thighs and bottom out inside of her. The tightness of her wet heat pulls a gasp from my lungs.
Leila arches, a soft moan escaping her parted lips, and the primal satisfaction swells inside me. This is where we belong, and I never want to be anywhere but inside Leila.
"God, she's perfect," Hudson murmurs against her skin, his breath sending shivers across her flesh. I feel the chills forming on her skin under my fingertips.
"Just for us," I add, my hips beginning to move in a slow rhythm, each thrust pushing me deeper into the heated velvet of her. Her body sings under our ministrations, and I feel the coil of tension winding low in my stomach. I need to come again, and I want to be inside her when it happens.
"Oh my God," she cries out, but her voice is barely above a whisper when my fingers begin rubbing circles across her clit again. I want to feel her pussy spasm around my cock, and Leila is going to give me exactly what I want.
CHAPTER 12
HAYDEN
Ihover over my sister, feeling the quiver of her body beneath mine—her breath quick, skin flushed in the dim light of our forbidden sanctuary. She shifts, a small gasp escaping her lips as I penetrate further, her hips bucking against the invasion.
"Stay still," I command with a low growl, my voice rougher than I intend. "Like a good girl, Leila. I don't want to hurt you." It's a warning because I know it wouldn't take me long to lose control and be too rough with her.
Leila's moan vibrates through me, stripping away the thin veneer of my control. My hips snap forward without permission, driving into her with a force that comes from the primal part of me. The same part that has been denied all this time. I watch as her breasts bounce from my movements, one caught in Hudson's hand.
"Ah, Hayden…" she whimpers, and it's all I can do not to shatter into pieces at the sound of my name on her lips.
My heart slams against my chest, echoing the rhythm of our bodies colliding. I can't think, can't focus on anything but the heat of her surrounding me, the slick slide of flesh against flesh. It's a clusterfuck of sensation, and I'm drowning in it, willingly.
"Leila," I rasp out, my voice nothing more than a harsh whisper torn from my throat. I pant the words as they claw their way up my throat, riding on the breath I can hardly catch. "Next time.” My promise is only a whisper. "I'll be gentle."
My sister arches beneath me, seemingly more awake now, and her voice a husky melody laced with humor. "No, you won't. You love to be rough with me, don't you, brother?" The tease in her tone shreds the last threads of my composure just as she intends.
"Fuck, yes." The words are a growl, torn from the depths of my chest as I move inside her. My movements are unforgiving, a relentless need to fill her with my hot come. The need to possess her, to claim her. Every inch of her, every cry consumes me.
"Need you," I grunt out, each word punctuated by the sound of our flesh meeting roughly. My hands grip her hips, not just to hold her still but to anchor myself to her. I never want to be apart from her. She's finally mine and the sensation is overwhelming.