Bedding the Wrong Brother(21)

“Please me?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice even as he replaced her fingers with his own, tweaking her nipples a tad bit harder than she had.

The corresponding tug in her sex had her arching off the bed. Shaking her head frantically, she said, “No, no. Please me. Suck me. Please.”

“And then?”

“Then?” she echoed, her brain freezing.

“And then are you going to let me suck you all over?”

Her breath caught. So he hadn't lost sight of his original goal. As much as she was enjoying this, could she really handle him going down on her? She couldn't even think about that right now without getting a little dizzy. “Yes. Now please…” She lifted herself up, offering her breasts to him.

With a growl, he took what she'd offered, taking one nipple into his mouth and drawing on it strongly. With a pop, he released it, only to move on to the next one.

No, definitely not insensitive.

Her breasts were super sensitive, in fact.

So, so sensitive.

She almost cried out in loss when he raised his head, but he grasped her hands and placed them on her breasts again. “Now, keep your hands to yourself,” he whispered.


She couldn't help it. She giggled.

He seemed to freeze. Seconds ticked by, and she shifted restlessly. “What?”

“I just…I just haven't heard you giggle in a while. I've missed it.”

She tried to think back. Hadn't she giggled yesterday when they'd talked?

Who cared?

Who cared about anything but what he was going to do next. For a moment, she felt guilty at her thoughts. She'd never thought she'd have this wild, uncontrollable response to being touched by Max, and she was supposed to be concerned with his pleasure, not her own. But the more he touched her, the more he looked at her—

She jumped when his hands cupped her face and he leaned down toward her. “My pleasure, remember, Melina? You're not going to think about whatever you’re thinking about because I already told you what you're going to do, right?”

“But—”

He kissed her hard, with an edge of domination that made her tremble. “Right?” he pressed.

“Right.”

“And what are you going to do?” As if to remind her, he moved his hands to cover her own, guiding them to start a slow, erotic massage of her breasts.

“Touch myself.”

“And what are you going to let me do to you?”

“Touch me?” she whispered.

“Be more specific.”

“I-I—” Flushing in mortification, she shook her head. “Why don't you just do it instead?”

She heard his smile more than she saw it. “Don't you know that anticipation is half the pleasure? Do you know how long I've wanted to turn you on? I want to see it. Feel it. Hear it. So anticipate what I'm going to do to you, Melina. Tell me.”

Licking her lips, she gathered her courage. “You're going to…kiss me. Lick me.”

“Where? Here?” His hand stroked down her sternum to her navel and rubbed soft, lazy circles on her belly. Soon, he scooted his body down and his lips as well, planting tiny, sucking kisses down her body that made her writhe. “Or here?” Hands, then mouth, continued their descent before pausing just above her liquid core. Lifting his head and locking gazes with her, he stiffened his tongue and probed at the tender flesh until he homed in on the small nub that had swelled for his touch. “Or here?”

Before she could even try to respond, he licked lower, sweeping his tongue through her drenched folds until she could barely hold back her moans of pleasure. Automatically, she raised one hand to cover her mouth. He lifted his head.

“Back on your breasts, Melina. I want to hear you scream, remember?”

She shook her head as reality suddenly crashed down on her. Desire could only sweep her away so far. She just wasn't the screaming type. “I don't scream,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice that seemed completely at odds with the riotous emotions inside her.

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Well, Ladybug. Looks like we're about to give ourselves the best present yet.”

A vague ripple of confusion tugged at her brain, but it disappeared when he lowered his head, burying his face against her. He showed no hesitancy at all, but rather dove into her like a man starving for sustenance. He kissed and suckled and scraped his teeth lightly against her. He pierced her with his stiff tongue, then lapped at her clit with a moist, tender devotion that made her arch to get away, then arch for more. Using just his mouth at first, then adding his fingers to the mix, he plucked her like an instrument, occasionally humming and whispering to her—words of longing and sex and worship—until the sensations grew and grew and she had no choice but to do as he wanted.