Breaking Bro Code (The Line Up #4) - Misti Murphy Page 0,61
five seconds—that he actually could be happy.
“Do you know what would be the perfect ending to this perfect date?”
“What’s that?”
I waggle my eyebrows. “An orgasm and a nap.”
“Woman.” With me still in his arms he rises in one fluid movement and heads toward the pool house. “I think you might be my ideal girl.”
I hope so. I want to believe it. As much as I’m holding myself down, my heart is a helium balloon and it wants to float away with the idea of me and him and a future so rosy it can’t possibly belong to either of us. I have to keep my dreams in check. My hopes under wraps. “Supergirl to your Batman?”
“That’s not lore.” The door shuts with a clap.
“Well, maybe it should have been,” I argue between his tongue ravaging my mouth and his fingers slipping inside my thin shorts. They pluck my panties to the side so that he can stroke my slit. I gasp into his kiss as he slips one inside me. Whimper. “Supergirl is optimistic. Perhaps that’s exactly what Batman needs.”
“Or maybe he’d turn out to be her kryptonite. The man is a loner. He’s not good with relationships.”
I grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head. He doesn’t even have the decency to move his fingers from my pussy, so his shirt ends up dangling from his elbow.
His finger plays over my clit in a series of circles that leave me lightheaded.
“Of course that’s what you’d say.” I whimper.
“It’s the truth. He’s married to his mission and his beliefs. Batman isn’t a forever kind of guy. And Bruce Wayne isn’t any better.”
“Well, I guess my Batman fantasies are ruined,” I nuzzle his throat. His moan reverberates against my lips. “What a pity. I’ll just have to content myself in other ways.”
“Like what?” His rough molasses voice in my ear does wonderfully sticky things to my panties.
I clasp the back of his neck and tickle the lobe of his ear with my lips. “Like get on my knees and suck your cock.”
“You wanna…” He blinks at me.
I lick my lips. I can practically imagine what he tastes like. “I want to.”
“You sure?”
I slide down his body, my hand following my path and converging on the hardness tenting his shorts. “It’s time Goliath and I grew more intimately acquainted.”
He gulps. “Fuck, Lil.”
The hardwood is rough under my knees as I help myself to what’s inside his boxer briefs. His beautiful, thick cock. It bobs straight out as I press my palms against his thighs and stick my tongue out to lick the tip. He tastes exactly like I knew he would. Like him. Only sweeter. And a tad salty. But not macadamia salty.
He groans as I wrap my mouth around him. “You feel so good.”
I take him in slowly. As far as I can go. Stretching my jaw to accommodate his girth. I’ve been dreaming of doing this since my hormones started raging. Letting him fill my mouth. Bringing him pleasure while he lets me have total control.
He feathers his fingers around my face and into my hair. “Can I?”
I nod. Mumble. My mouth is full of spit and him and his pre cum.
His fingers tighten in my hair, tug at my scalp. He rocks his hips as he guides my movement. It’s an exquisite sensation. Sexy and hot and wild. It’s his desperation for me transformed into pleasure. Barely contained by his restraint.
He tips his head back. “God. Fuck. Lily.”
The Spice Girls suddenly start serenading us from somewhere nearby.
“Christ,” he snarls. “It’s your brother. That’s his stupid ringtone he programmed.”
I release him, breathlessly. “Hud’s calling you now?”
“The one and only.” He scowls, no doubt balancing the idea of letting the call go to voicemail with having to deal with Hud later.
“You should answer it.”
“Yeah.” He picks up the call as I rest back on my calves. “What are you calling for?”
I press my lips together. Try to catch my breath. Quietly. In case my brother can hear me in the background. In case he can tell by the hint of gravel in Vale’s voice that not five seconds ago he had his cock in my mouth. Well, not my mouth, but some girl’s mouth. He couldn’t possibly know that I’m the girl.
It’s silly to think he could be aware of something like that. He’s on the other side of the country, to start with. And I’m not Vale’s usual type.