Neat (Becker Brothers, #2)(44)

I kissed the back of her neck, her jaw, capturing the side of her lips as my hands trailed down again. One slid between her and the door again, holding her to me, but this time, the other dived under the hem of her leggings, fingertips dipping between the sweet swells of her perfect ass.

And my suspicion that she wasn’t wearing panties under them was confirmed.

Her head fell back, lips no longer able to kiss me as they parted. Her neck was elongated, eyes closed, a desperate, shaky breath finding her as my fingers made their descent. I felt her asshole tighten when the pads of my fingers brushed it, and though I never would have even approached that topic the first time with any other woman, I realized quickly that Mallory Scooter was far from any other woman I’d ever known.

I paused my downward climb, circling the tip of my index finger over that sensitive opening, feeling it pucker beneath the touch.

Her entire body froze, but just when I thought she’d pull away, or open her eyes, warning me not to even think about it… she arched, instead. Her lips parted even more, the paint from my own staining those rose-colored swells, and I sucked her bottom lip between my teeth, releasing it with a hard pop as I applied just the slightest bit of pressure with my finger.

“You want it here, don’t you?” I asked, voice rasping against the chills on her neck as I pressed a little more. It wasn’t enough to penetrate, just enough to make her writhe between me and the door.

Mallory didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to. The way her ass poked up higher, her back arching so deep I wondered if she’d break told me more than her words could what she wanted.

I shook my head, kissing her neck as I pulled back on the pressure a bit. “I’ll give it to you. But not tonight. Tonight,” I said, slipping my fingers down farther until they slid between her drenched lips. “I’m taking this.”

I dipped two fingers inside her at once, hips thrusting into the back of my hand to assist as she cried out, head falling back on my chest, eyes shooting open to watch me as I withdrew my fingers and repeated the motion, over and over, stretching her wider each time, reaching new depths.

Her eyes were an icy tundra, so blue they were somehow almost white as she watched me. Her eyes searched mine, lips parted, eyelids fluttering just slightly each time I pressed my fingers inside her again.

I let her watch me while I fucked her with my fingers, our breaths coming in short pants, mixing in the air between us. When it was too much not to kiss her any longer, I crushed my mouth to hers, keeping my fingers deep inside her and curling the tips on a search for that magic spot that would make her come undone.

Mallory’s legs shook so violently I thought she’d fall if it weren’t for me pinning her to the door. So, I gripped her tighter around the waist, taking her weight, my fingers continuing their assault as I sipped every breath of air she was finished with.

“Logan,” she half-whispered, half cried into my mouth.

I waited for more, for her to tell me to stop, to keep going, to fuck her, to get on my knees and suck her clit. But all she said was my name, a longing, sigh of syllables, and then her legs seized, along with every other muscle in her body.

She came with a moan in my mouth, and I gobbled up that noise like my first meal in years, curling my fingers the same way I had been to keep her orgasm going as long as I could. Wetness sprayed from where I fucked her, soaking through her leggings and my sweat pants, too.

“Oh my God,” she cried, finally pulling back from my kiss to ride out the rest of her climax. She screamed and moaned, back arching, legs shaking again as she surrendered to the feeling.

When she was done, she fell limp, and I really did carry her full weight as I slowly, carefully, withdrew my fingers.

Mallory panted, letting her hands fall from where I’d told her to keep them above her head. She turned in my grasp, pulling at my shirt, my hair, my pants, like she needed me closer — and I obliged in every way possible, holding her to the door, my lips trailing over her slick neck.

“Holy fuck,” she breathed, pressing a hand to her forehead. I pulled back, locking eyes with her as she shook her head. “I’ve never… I didn’t know I…”

I chuckled, kissing her nose. “That was fucking hot.”

Mallory laughed, but as soon as the sound found her, it was gone again, her eyes heated, tongue rolling over her bottom lip. She fisted her hands in my shirt, pulling me to her for a long, hard kiss before she tugged on the fabric.

I leaned back, letting her pull the shirt over my head before I was kissing her again. She pushed us away from the door, her legs shaking as she backed me up to the couch. My legs hit the edge of it, but before I could sit, Mallory yanked at the hem of my sweatpants.

“Take these off.”

I smirked, eyeing her as she stepped away from me, stripping her own shirt over her head and flinging it somewhere across the room. “Yes, ma’am.”

We watched each other like animals about to fight rather than fuck as we stripped — me pulling my sweatpants and boxer briefs down my legs, her peeling her damp leggings to her ankles, kicking them the rest of the way off. Only a simple, black sports bra hid her breasts, and with one quick tug and maneuver of arms, it was over her head and on the floor, too.

I let my eyes devour her like she really was my prey, gaze sliding over the mountains and valleys of her goddess-like body. Her breasts were modest but round and plump, the peaks puckered and begging for my tongue. Her stomach was flat and toned, a dipped line running from the bottom of her rib cage down to just above her belly button — another trail begging to be licked. Tattoos that merely peeked out from the edges of her clothing before were now on full display — a phoenix starting at her hip and wrapping up her rib cage, a half-sleeve of flowers stretching from her elbow to her shoulder, a line of script highlighting the curve of her hip. Those lips I’d stared at for years were swollen, parted, her own eyes feasting on what she saw between my legs before they flicked up to mine.