Brothers in Blue A Bryson Family Christmas - Jeanne St. James Page 0,25
work of art.
His fingers wrapped around the root, squeezed until the veins protruded, and when he began to fist himself, his mouth continued the onslaught on her pussy.
Her legs trembling, she pressed herself harder into the wall. Otherwise, she might slide down and melt into a puddle.
While sucking on her clit, he dragged two fingers through her folds, gathering her juices. Using that and the precum beading at the tip of his cock, he began to fist faster now that it was lubed.
The faster he stroked the faster he licked, pulling a shaky moan from between her lips. “Matt.” The toes on the foot she had planted on his shoulder curled and she began to wobble dangerously, so she slammed one hand onto the wall and used the other to grab his head, holding on for balance.
Hot breath beat rapidly against her pussy.
“Don’t you dare come,” she ordered. “That’s mine.”
His stroking slowed, his mouth did not, and he made a noise. Whatever it was, was muffled. But she had a feeling he was struggling. Her muddled mind needed to remember that she ordered him to masturbate, that meant she needed to order him to stop.
“Stop stroking and make me come.” Her order sounded weak, as she was struggling herself.
The flat of his tongue brushed over her clit. A few more flicks with the tip and a scrape of his teeth, and she was there.
Her fingers flexed against his head, her nails digging in. She slapped a hand over her mouth to smother the wail that rushed from her, and her orgasm made her buck against him. He held her hips, stabilizing her, holding her from simply dropping to the floor and he pulled his mouth away. From his place on his knees, he tipped his face up, his eyelids heavy, his light blue eyes unfocused, his lips shiny and parted.
A string of precum hung off the very tip of his cock.
“On your feet.” Her words came out breathless and, again, not at all like the order she meant them to be, but he rose anyway, his eyes pinned to hers. “I want that.”
And that’s all she had to say. He caught the dangling string on his thumb and lifted it to her lips.
“Fuck,” he groaned as she took his digit into her mouth and licked it clean.
“Another time,” she answered his unspoken question. She didn’t want to go to her knees, she wanted him to take her against the wall.
“I want to serve you.”
That gruff statement sent a shudder through her. “You do.”
“You know what I need.”
“I do.” Because she needed the same.
“Give me what I need.” His raspy voice sending another shiver down her spine.
“Marine, your order this morning is to give me what I need.”
He wasn’t expecting that order. With only a slight hesitation, he grabbed her wrists, turned her and placed her palms flat on the wall, trapping her there. He didn’t release her, instead he used his nose to nudge her long hair off her shoulder and away from her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin.
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,” he finally whispered against the top of her spine, which made her pussy spasm once more.
He sucked at the base of her neck, then took little bites across each shoulder, causing her to moan. The small nips weren’t painful, but it got her blood humming. He released her wrists when he licked down her spine... stopping right at the top of her crease and sucking the flesh there.
“Matt...”
His lips skimmed up the line of her spine as he rose and, when he did, he reached around and cupped her left breast with his right hand, while he hooked his left arm around her waist and slid his hand lower, until his fingertips brushed over her patch of hair, then teased her clit.
He kneed her legs wider, the same he would do if he was searching a subject. He hooked two fingers inside her and bent his knees just enough so the head of his cock brushed his own knuckles. He guided himself inside her.
His fingers found her clit again and his cock now filled her.
Yessss.
His powerful thighs flexed as he drove up and into her as his teeth pressed into the delicate flesh where her neck met her shoulder. Every thrust was accompanied with a deep grunt against her skin.
God, yes.
He circled her clit and twisted her nipple, not slowing down, giving it to her just how she needed it at that moment.