Breaking Bro Code (The Line Up #4) - Misti Murphy Page 0,51
rest my head against the wall as his lips score my collar bone above the neck of my top. I honestly don’t care if he’s calling me mean and green as long as he doesn’t stop doing that. “Or is this where you tell me you have a very hungry caterpillar in your pants?”
“No. I’m not going to tell you that,” he says, pressing his hard length into me so that I know he’s not joking. “Because caterpillars are soft and tiny and what I have for you is extremely hard and there is nothing small about it.”
“Oh.” I moan as the thick bulge rubs between my thighs. How big is big, really? I’m not scared of the size of him. I know I’m made to take him. But I am a little nervous.
“What I was going to say is that I’ve been staring at your tits since the moment I got here.” His thumb finds my nipple through the cotton and rolls over it. Damn, I always knew he would be good with his fingers. He adjusts the pattern and the pressure, like the point is a thumbstick on an Xbox controller and he’s worked out the cheat code to making me lose my mind. “Memorizing the way they looked in that sheer, lacey bra wasn’t enough. I’ve wanted to get my mouth on them ever since. Do you want that? Or do you want to shower first?”
“Why can’t a girl have both?” Oh yes, I’m greedy. I want everything. His hands and his tongue and his cock, and hot, hot water.
He chuckles. It’s a deep bass that rolls up his throat and through his body. And it rubs me in just the right way to make my hips buck as a whimper escapes my lips. He tugs a little harder on the hem of my shirt and drags the damp material over my head before he discards it on the whitewashed wooden floor.
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful.” His voice catches and his baby blues turn a little darker as he drinks me in. “You’re just so damn beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I catch his face between my hands as he walks us to the bathroom. Press and drag my lips over his.
He groans when I slip him a little tongue. Sets me down on the counter between the twin sinks so he can wrap his lips around my nipple and set his mouth to the business of creating a whole lot of need in my core.
He lets me have a breather while he turns on the shower to warm up. Then he focuses on my other nipple. His hands grasp my thighs and I eagerly part them for him while he nips and lashes the tight bud with his tongue.
I wanna play with his joystick. I want inside his pants. I grab the waist of his jeans and draw him closer. The material is cold and heavy with water and rough on my fingers. The button gives easily.
“Impatient,” he says against my mouth as he brushes his fingers down my center. His thumb finds the rough location of my clit through two layers of clothing.
“Oh God.” I nod as my elbows go weak. The edge of my vision blurs. I could combust from the magic in his fingers.
Items behind me knock against the mirror. Glass canisters clink on glass.
He takes his hands from my body to undo the buttons on his shirt, and I wriggle closer so I can get my fingers on them. “Let me do it. I’ve wanted to peel this shirt off you since the moment you showed up.”
Again he gives me that strange look. The one where his irises seem to darken and he get a little lost.
“Is something wrong?”
“You surprise me,” he says. “Constantly. How much I want you. How much you want me.”
I move from one button to another. “Because I’m undressing you?”
“Because normally…” He swallows. “Let’s not talk about it.”
“I’m no wilting flower, Vale.” I finish with the buttons and push the cotton off his shoulders and tug it down his arms before it lands on the tiles. This time when I reach for his zipper he doesn’t stop me. The tines click, click, click. “And I’m a good listener.”
“Later,” he says. “We’ll talk about it later. I don’t want to ruin this.”
“Okay.”
Together we shove them off his hips and to the floor. Until he’s gloriously naked except for a teensy pair of boxer briefs that are snug in all the best places.