Bedding the Wrong Brother(54)

“Oh, God,” he gasped a second before her mouth slid over him like a hot, slick vice. The lash of her tongue against his slit made his hips arch, and he marveled that he didn't blow the second she started suckling him. The wet noise of her mouth combined with her persistent hums of pleasure. He arched his hips, trying to feed her more of himself, but she focused her attention just on the tip. He strained against the scarves. “Deeper. Take more of me. Please.”

She glanced at him from beneath her lashes and instead of taking him deeper, she slowly eased her mouth off him completely. He barely held back his whimper of distress. “Where do you want to be, Rhys? Deeper in my mouth? Or deeper someplace else?”

His eyes widened slightly at her words. At the pure sexual confidence that dripped off them. Tying him down was obviously working for her. And it sure as hell worked for him. “How about we start with your mouth and explore the options from there?”

With a laugh, she bent to place her mouth on him again, but he snapped, “No.”

Her confused gaze jerked to his.

Part of him thought he was a fool. How could he deprive himself of even one second of her mouth on him?

But the other part of him was picturing something so magnificent, he couldn't let it go. “Remember what I said before? I'm not just going to lie here and let you pleasure me, Melina.”

Now it was her eyes that widened. She pursed her lips as she ran her gaze over his body. “From the looks of things, I don't think you have any choice in the matter.”

Damn, he liked her feisty. “You're wrong,” he said calmly.

With a challenging arch of one brow, she bent until her breath tickled his cock. Then she took him. Deeply. She worked her mouth over him in every way imaginable. Shallow and deep. Fast and slow. Tenderly and with a wild aggression that allowed him to feel the edge of her teeth against his sensitive shaft and the bite of her nails against his balls. He didn't even try to hold back his moans of pleasure. His throat was actually sore by the time she backed off, her lips red and chapped, her eyes dilated with her own desire.

“Now what was it you were saying about being wrong?”

He had to suck in several breaths before he could speak. “Just biding…my time, baby.”

“Is that right?” She gripped him tightly and stroked him. He knew he was about thirty seconds from shooting his load all over her hand.

“That's right,” he said, struggling to sound in control. “Because I can see your * juice glistening on your thighs. And I'm going to lick it up even as you take my cock in your mouth again. You ever do the sixty-nine, Melina?”

He wasn't surprised when she licked her lips and shook her head. “It never looked particularly appealing to me.”

“That's something else you need a lesson on. Now put yourself over me. I've worked up quite an appetite in the past few minutes.”

She hesitated and released him. “Rhys, why don't I—”

“Now, Melina,” he said firmly. He knew why most women didn't like doing the sixty-nine. It exposed them. Made them feel unsure of themselves. Awkward. He wanted everything Melina was. The confidence and the insecurity. The grace and the awkwardness. But there'd be no hiding for her, just like there'd be no hiding for him. “I want you against me. Over me. On my tongue. And it's what you want, too, isn't it?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Then give us what we both want, baby.”

Moving slowly, she got in position. He waited until she seemed comfortable. Until she tentatively took him inside her mouth again. Until she started to lose herself in the act of pleasing him.

Then, raising his head, he buried his face in her sweet muskiness. Lapping gently, he swiped through the drenched folds left vulnerable by her recent waxing. Deliberately, he stayed away from the hard knot that crested her core until she was pushing herself down on him and begging. He gave her what she wanted, manipulating her clit with his tongue and teeth until she was sobbing. At the same time, her mouth tightened on his cock as she tried to draw the cum out of his balls.


His body tightened when the pleasure came rushing at him. Before he exploded, he managed to plunge his tongue inside her, detonating her own release so it coincided perfectly with his. In that instance, his entire world became Melina. He shouted her name even as she shouted his.





Chapter Eleven





Dalton's Magic Rule #12: When all else fails, pull out the rabbit.