Page 50 of Broken Pieces

He presses himself into me. A hardness to my softness.

I throw my head back and he moves his lips down my neck and back up, nibbling my ear. He pulls on my t-shirt and I let him strip it over my head. “God you’re beautiful, Rae. I want all of you. I need all of you.”

“You have me,” I groan as his mouth descends on my breasts, sucking my left nipple into his mouth.

I run my hands down his back and under his shorts, not surprised to find he has nothing on underneath. I use my feet to push his shorts down as he chuckles into my chest. “Anxious are we, Blue?”

My only response is a groan as he bites down on my nipple. I try to stay as quiet as possible, but he is bringing me too close to the edge.

He kisses his way down my torso, along my stomach as he reaches the apex of my thighs. He kisses the tops of thighs, licking and kissing every scar I gave myself.

“You don’t deserve the pain you’ve been through. I know I don’t even know it all. But you are too sweet, too delicate to need these scars.”

I almost start crying. I have never felt so treasured before. I grip his shoulders as he kisses every one of my scars, erasing the pain and memories from my mind.

His mouth moves closer to my center as my hands grip his hair. His tongue is so close that I can barely contain anything. My hips thrust toward his mouth as he chuckles into my thighs. I don’t think he is going to do anything, but within seconds his arms have pushed my legs apart as his mouth closes over my clit.

I start to scream as he sets off every nerve in my body, every synapse firing as he creates the perfect storm. I shove a pillow over my face as he brings me to orgasm.

I feel him climb up my body. His hands tracing the steps his mouth did earlier. He pulls the pillow from off my face and smiles down at me. “Good morning.”

I smile so wide my face hurts. “Morning,” I manage to rasp out.

He kisses me again, soft and sweet, before rolling over on his side pulling me with him.

I feel his dick pulsing against my thigh and I am tempted to push him on his back and ride him, but he pulls his shorts up from where I had pushed them halfway down his legs. He pecks me on the lips. “As much as I want to feel myself inside of you right now Blue, I don’t want your brother to wake up and barge in here and kick my naked ass.”

I giggle into his chest. “You’re probably right.”

He grabs my chin and kisses me slowly, his tongue caressing mine in soft sweeps. He pulls away barely, our lips still touching. “Maybe you should make breakfast for everyone right now so they can leave sooner. And the sooner they leave, the sooner you can come home to the cottage and we can finish what we started.”

The thought sends my heart into overdrive as I jump from the bed and grab the shirt I had on, his shirt, off the floor.

He laughs as he stands in front of me. “I like seein’ you in my clothes.”

I blush. “Yeah well these shirts are huge, and they make good pajamas.”

He wraps his arms around me and whispers, “As much as I like it on you, I prefer taking it off you.” He once again pulls the shirt over my head.

“I thought you said I should go cook breakfast.”

“I did. But I don’t think your brother would be very happy if he saw you in one of my shirts.” He grins at me as he pulls the shirt over his head. “Now you better find something to put on in the next three seconds or everyone in this house is going to hear you when you come from having my dick inside of you.”

The thought turns me on so much, but I jump away from him and find clothes to throw on. Of course, I go modest with booty shorts and a tiny tank I had placed in here the day before.

Brooks groans as I walk to the bedroom door and open it.

“You sure you want me to cook breakfast?” I ask as I glance over my shoulder.

“Hell no. But I would much rather keep my balls. You better make the fastest breakfast you’ve ever made in your life.”