Bro Code(27)

“Gladly.”

My back bridges up as Barrett’s tongue teases against me just right, his fingers reaching to the softest spot deep within me to pull what he wants out from me—a whimper, a gasp, and a mind-blowingly perfect orgasm. My spine collapses against the mattress in a jolt as I pant desperately, trying to find my breath again.

“Good girl.”

He half kisses, half bites my inner thigh and my whole body contracts. I can feel his mouth curve into a smirk on my skin before he hoists himself back up onto the bed.

I think he may have zapped the last of whatever energy this cold hasn’t taken out of me. But how can I not return the favor? Maybe I can get him to set aside that all-powerful bro code for just one night.

Once he’s back on the bed, I pull myself tight against him, but that alone takes all the strength I have left. There’s no way I could do him any justice with how drained I am. My kisses are slow and sleepy with long breaths in between. Fuck.

I grab at the waistband of his sweatpants, but instead of pawing at that beautiful cock that stands at attention for me, I can only steady myself against his hips for a second before sinking into the bed. Damn, I’m beat.

Luckily, Barrett doesn’t seem to mind. He chuckles a bit, folding me tightly into his arms. “Go to sleep, Ava,” he whispers, placing a final kiss on my cheek. My heavy eyelids flutter closed. He doesn’t have to tell me twice.





Chapter Thirteen


Barrett


I wake up to the warm scent of Ava's hair filling my senses, and her body pressed right against mine.

I hadn't meant to fall asleep like this, holding her wrapped in my arms. My cock certainly approves, though, pressed right against the soft curve of her ass.

I think back to last night, talking, and then pleasuring her with my mouth.

Hot blood courses through my veins, and fuck, suddenly I have never wanted something more.

How I'm supposed to untangle myself from her when every inch of me is hard and ready?

The fact is, I don't want to. Just because we can't sleep together doesn't mean I can't have another taste of what I want, and watching Ava's face light up in orgasmic bliss is so damn satisfying. Nudging her thigh with my knee, I part her legs just enough for my hand to slide along her thigh. She makes a small murmur of approval in her sleep, and my heart riots in my chest.

Pushing my hand past the waistband of her pajama pants, I find her underwear is still damp from the night before, and that fills me with a hot sort of pride, remembering how she was practically grinding against my tongue for more. She is so damn sexy.

I'd love to have her in my mouth again, but it's early enough that people will start waking up, and there's no darkness to hide us now. My fingers draw slow strokes up and down her panties, adding a bit more pressure until a soft gasp escapes her lips. Sleep-dazed eyes open to meet mine, desire written all over her face when she realizes what I'm doing to her.

“Barrett,” she moans my name low and ragged, the sound hitting me straight in the groin.

Fuuuck.

“We have to keep quiet,” I whisper back, leaning down to seal her lips with a kiss.

I slip under her panties to the slick skin beneath. She's so wet, heat spreading onto my fingers with every touch, and I have to be inside her one way or another. Ava muffles another noise against my lips as my finger thrusts deep, sinking all the way to the knuckle. I can't believe how tight she is around me, and despite the constant temptation, I'm really not sure if she could handle me. I can't stop thinking about her trying, though.

The look of hot determination that I'm sure would be painted across her face, the rosy blush creeping up her neck, the throaty whimpers she'd make as I sank myself all the way into her snug warmth…

Pre-come leaks from my dick, and I have to take a deep breath to calm the fuck down. I feel like a teenager again, out of control and desperate.

Ava's hips jerk forward when I ease in a second finger in beside the first, my thumb circling in a firm, deliberate rhythm. I know we don't have time, I know how much of a risk this is, but when she turns toward me, and grasps my shoulders to keep me close, her lips find mine, and it's impossible to pull away.

“You like sneaking around like this, don't you?” She shivers at my question, and I smile as the next thrust makes her delicate inner muscles squeeze tight around my fingers. “Answer me, Ava.”

“Yes, God, yes.” She's rocking into every movement of my hand now, and every time her thigh brushes against my cock, it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to pin her down and work my shaft inside that tight, clinging heat.

“Do you want to come for me again?” I whisper against her parted lips. It was so good when she gave in against my tongue, and I need to feel that one more time. Then I'll get a handle on myself, I'll just jerk off and put her out of my mind...

“Barrett, fuck.” Ava orgasms around my fingers seconds after her desperate curse, gripping my shoulders almost tight enough to bruise. I stay with her until the aftershocks of pleasure fade, her clit swollen and sensitive when I tease it again.

I'm going to explode in my boxers if I don't get up and do something about my own needs, but still I find I can't get up and leave just yet.

Pulling my hand from her panties, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.