“Oh, yeah. Fuck. Your hand’s so damn soft.”
Cheyenne knew he was close based on the way his body tightened, his abs contracting, his chest heaving as he continued to fuck her mouth. And when he held her head still, his cock pulsing against her tongue, she swallowed every bit as he came.
THE FACT THAT Cheyenne stripped him of his control only bothered Brendon a little. Quite possibly, that had been his issue for some time now. Regardless of his intentions, it always seemed that when it came to her, he lost his ability to function as he normally would.
Now was not an exception.
Pulling Cheyenne into his lap, Brendon crushed his mouth to hers while he slid his hand beneath the T-shirt she still wore. Finding her wet and ready for him mollified him somewhat.
Pushing one finger into her, he fucked her steadily. When her body loosened, he thrust two fingers inside her, capturing her cry of ecstasy in his mouth. Laying her back, he leaned over sideways, shifting onto his hip, Cheyenne’s calves resting over his stacked thighs while he lay on his side, his back against the cushions, keeping her close while he continued to finger-fuck her.
Her nails dug into his skin where she gripped his arm as she began to writhe against his hand.
“You wanna come on my fingers, Chey? Do you, baby?” he asked when he lifted his mouth from hers.
She didn’t respond with words, but her body told him everything he needed to know. God damn, she was beautiful.
“Lift the shirt up. I want to see your tits,” he instructed. Due to the way he was lying, one of his hands immobile and the other preoccupied, he had to enlist her help. He loved the way she responded so eagerly, twisting and resituating so that she could raise the shirt, revealing her delicate body, her sweet pussy being fucked by his fingers, her sinful tits bouncing as she tried to impale herself on his hand.
Leaning down, he took one nipple between his teeth, still watching her as he gently bit down.
“Oh, God! Brendon … Oh, shit.”
“Does it hurt?” he asked, guessing that it didn’t based on the way her cunt clasped his fingers tightly and she moaned her pleasure, but he wanted to hear her response.
“No. More. Please.”
Brendon gave her more, adding a third finger and resuming his sensual torment of her nipple. The fact that he was out of condoms left him with very few options, which meant they were either going bare—something he’d never done in his entire fucking life—or this was going to have to suffice. Considering he’d just erupted in her sweet mouth, he could live with this if she could. For now. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be ready in the very near future. As he’d told her before, he was insatiable. It’d always been an issue for him. He could easily go three, sometimes four times in a night.
But right now, his only intention was to make her come.
And she was damn close, he could tell by the way her pussy gripped his fingers.
“Come on my hand, Cheyenne.”
He began to brutally thrust into her, fucking her hard, watching her as she took it without complaint, begging for more. There was no doubt about it, he’d met his match in Cheyenne. She brought out the darker side of him, the dominant side. He wanted to pleasure her in ways he’d only dreamed about.
One of the main reasons he’d always had Braydon around was to soften his hard edge. His twin was gentle with women, almost reverent. Brendon could be when the situation dictated, but for the most part, he was hard-core, ready to drill a woman into a wall or the floor. Wherever they ended up.
However, with Cheyenne, that need was more intense, more potent.
Oddly enough, with Cheyenne, he found himself battling between good and evil. With her, things were slightly different. At times, he found he wanted to cherish her, but then there were moments like this, right here, right now, when he wanted to fuck her hard, make her scream his name.
“Brendon!”
Just fucking like that.
“Tell me, Chey. Tell me when you come.” Returning his attention to her nipple, he sucked hard, pulling her into his mouth, lashing the pebbled tip with his tongue while his fingers ruthlessly impaled her over and over, harder, faster.
“Oh …” Cheyenne’s back bowed, her stomach muscles tightening, her legs pushing against his. And then … “Brendon! I’m … Oh, God, yes! I’m coming!”
Hell yeah. That’s exactly what he wanted and he loved how willingly she gave it to him.
When her body relaxed, Brendon pulled her to him, lifting and carrying her easily as he padded up the stairs naked. Depositing her on her bed, he detoured to the bathroom and returned with a warm cloth. After cleaning her gently, he disposed of the cloth and came back to the bed to join her.