Page 23 of Sold to My Ex's Brother
“Fuck, Maya,” he groans, as he cups my head and pulls me back down for a kiss. I moan against his mouth, hips rocking back and forth against his hand, making sure he knows in every way he can that I want him, want this, want his body in mine.
“Please,” I whisper, grazing my lips along his for a moment. “Please, I want to feel you, Anton...”
And that seems to be all he needs to give me everything that I’m craving, as he hooks my panties to the side and pulls his cock into his hand. I can see how hard he is even in the dim light from the dashboard dials, and I shift my weight so that I’m hovering just an inch or two above his cock.
He wraps one hand around his length, and rests the other on my hip, before he pulls me down on top of him as he thrusts up to meet me in the same moment, burying his full length inside of me.
I cry out, the sound filling the small space of the car around us. It’s almost as though the outside world cannot reach us in there, as ridiculous as I know that is, because there’s so much goingon that we need to contend with, so much that doesn’t quite fit together yet, so much that I haven’t told him.
And yet, as I slip my hands to either side of his face and gaze into his eyes as he enters me, I know that none of that matters. None of it could even come close.
He palms my hips just like he did the wheel of the car, taking control, setting the pace and depth as he watches me on top of him. I can feel his cock throbbing within me, just like it did on that night we were together, the fateful night that sealed all of this into happening.
I’m still not sure I entirely believe that he had nothing to do with all that happened with Artem, but right now, I’m sure that none of it matters more than the pleasure he is sending coursing through my system.
“You look so good on top of me,” he tells me, sliding a hand to the small of my back to control my pace, looking down to see himself pistoning in and out of me. There’s virtually no space in the car, so our bodies are completely flush together, limbs tangled, breath mingling in the air between us as we rise and rise and rise together.
He moves inside of me with purpose, one hand flattening to my lower belly so that he can play with my clit while he fucks me; the dual sensation, my over sensitized nub searing with a newfound pressure, is enough to send me hurtling towards my release, my thighs clamping on either side of him, panties still tugged to the side to make room for his full length.
“You going to come for me again?” he asks me, slipping his other hand into my hair and tugging on it so that I’m staring into his eyes.
My scalp prickles with tension, and I gasp, the ability to speak having long-since vanished. Our bodies have whittled down to the way we feel together, the way we seem to match, the way I crave his fullness pushed deep inside of me, like he is marking his territory, like he is making sure that I remember I belong to him.
My nails press into his cheeks, drinking him in, the way he looks, the way he sounds, the way his breath hitches as I circle my hips on top of him. I can feel him at every angle, feel him pushing so deep it feels as though we might never draw back from each other, the sheer intensity of our need for each other pushing aside everything else that might have gotten in our way.
“That’s it, Maya,” he coaxes me, not taking his eyes off me for a moment. “Come for me. I want to feel you come...”
And it’s those words that push me up and over the edge, into my release, the sound of him wanting me so completely.
I let out a whimper as my body spasms on top of his, sinking my weight against him as my pussy clenches around his length.
Fuck, he feels so good, every nerve-ending in my body is alight with the sheer intensity of how badly I need him. I rake my nails along his arms as I breathe hard, drinking in the depths of his desire, losing myself to the weight of his presence.
And he rocks himself within me a few more times before he finally tips over the edge and into his release, plunging himself one last time up to the hilt in me before he fills me with his seed.
I squeeze around him again, clenching my muscles to pull him in even deeper, and he lets out an appreciative grunt as he claims me again. It’s as though, after what happened, he needed to besure that I knew how much he wanted me, as though I could have been in any shadow of a doubt.
He hugs me close, head against my chest, almost as though he is listening to my heartbeat, and he makes no effort to pull away, no effort to break this tension between us.
When he speaks again, his voice is low, with that same edge of command that I heard when he spoke to the man who had been keeping watch on me on the door.
“Come on,” he tells me gruffly, as he finally draws himself back from me. “You need to get inside.”
And, as he gently eases me off his lap and climbs out of the car, I just sit there for a moment, trying to ground myself. I don’t know what the hell is going on, I don’t know what is happening between Anton and I, and I don’t know what it means that I still want his arms around me, even now.
But I know that I need to obey him if I want to stay safe. And, given that I’m carrying his child right now, I can think of nothing that matters more than showing him how certain I’m that nothing is going to happen to them.
10
ANTON
I wrapmy hand around the coffee cup and stare at the door, watching to see when she will finally emerge.
In the cold light of day, I know that I should be thinking about what happened at the mansion. Maybe even heading down there to see just how bad the damage really is. But there is only one thing I can think about right now, one person I can focus on, and she has been slumbering in the next room all night long, leaving me with no choice but to turn over in my head everything that happened the day before.
I have received no messages from my men, which I’m sure is a bad sign.
I don’t know how many of them are even still standing after what happened, but it wouldn’t shock me to discover that they were in more trouble than even I could conceive of.
