Breaking Bro Code (The Line Up #4) - Misti Murphy Page 0,54
bit drunk on him. How he could possibly think he’s a bad guy when all I’ve ever seen from him is good, I don’t have a clue. I wish I could convince him that he’s sweet and kind and loyal as a puppy when he cares about someone, which is why it was so easy for me to fall for him.
And now we’re together. At least for tonight. Part of me never thought it would happen. Another part always knew we’d end up here.
He bends over to pick up his pants and I cling to him for dear life. “What are you doing?”
“Condom. In my wallet,” he explains as he flips open the leather case and digs through the contents for the ultimate treasure. Once he has it he proceeds to the bedroom.
White sheets meet my back as he tosses me on the four-poster bed with its gauzy curtains. The terry cloth untucks and falls open, leaving me naked. His gaze caresses my skin, stoking fires everywhere. Heat floods me.
Crawling onto the bed, he takes his time kissing me and exploring my body with his hands.
I explore him right back. All those deep dents between the muscles of his torso. The dimples in his impeccable ass. The girth and range of his cock. The head of it and the divot where it leaks a little pre-cum.
“Fuck, Lily.” He moans when I touch him. His body vibrates with energy that he somehow keeps tight control over. I want to watch him lose it. I want to feel him tear at the seams with how much he wants me.
He spreads my wetness with his fingers. Blazes a trail up and down my slit. Teases my entrance and toys with my clit. I’m wetter now than I was in the shower. Or the pool. Ready for him. Wriggling and writhing and growing impatient with each sweet, measured move.
When he roves lower to a place where I never in a million years thought I’d want to be touched I almost lose my mind with the dirty pleasure. “Vale, I’m ready. I can’t wait any longer.”
His beautiful blues darken under heavy lids. “Soon.”
“Now.” I grab his arms and pull him toward me.
Biceps and triceps and deltoids hewn from solid marble strain as he crawls over me and holds himself up. The head of his cock bobs against my thigh. Slick and hot. “You sure?”
I flatten my hands on his ass and try to push him into me, but he’s stronger.
“Enthusiastic permission, Lil,” he reminds me.
“How enthusiastic do you need?” I whine. He’s so close. His cock is right there. At my entrance. I can barely deal with it. “I want you inside me.”
He pulls away. Picks up the condom he set on the nightstand earlier and tears open the foil. It takes him a moment to wrap his wood and come back to me. “Tell me again, how much do you want it?”
“I need it. I need you. Hurry. Please.”
Holy shit. He sheathes himself inside me so quick I don’t have time to breathe. It doesn’t hurt though. His cock stretches me, makes me feel full. Whatever went wrong between me and, well…
Vale starts to rock slowly into me and my mind goes blank. There is no other. There is only me and him and our bodies gliding like they were always meant to.
“You feel incredible.” He kisses me roughly.
Our bodies might be moving easy, but his kiss tells me how hard he’s holding on. He wants to fuck me. He needs to fuck me. And I need him to. We’ve avoided this moment but now that we’re here I want all of him. The nice guy who wants to take care of me like no one else can. And the guy who will use me up and leave me sated. “You don’t have to be so careful.”
He blinks down at me. “Lil.”
“I want you to fuck me.” I pull him into me tighter, grind on that length.
“I am fuck—”
“Yes, and it’s amazing, but I can feel you holding back and I’m selfish. I want everything you have to give.”
“That’s really what you want?” His voice is gravel and tar.
“Yes.”
He pulls out of me and flips me onto my belly. He manhandles me so easily that I squeal. A hand to my abdomen, he lifts my ass in the air and trails his fingers over my clit before he gives it a solid tap. “I want you to play with this.”