He finally stops right in front of me. His eyes never leave mine the whole time. Except now they move down as he ever so slowly scans down my body. The perusal is so slow that I feel myself squirm under his gaze until his eyes finally meet mine again.
“Take off your shorts,” he grits out angrily.
I stand without breaking eye contact. I unbutton the shorts and pull them down without looking away, so I am left standing in front of him in my tank and panties.
“Sit,” he clips.
I swallow hard and nod as I follow his instructions. He bites his bottom lip into his mouth, not saying another word. Only looking me up and down. My body is on fire.
He finally reaches down to his belt buckle and lets it clatter open. He undoes his jeans and reaches his hand inside, gripping around himself. My breath shakes as I try to exhale. He still doesn’t make a move as he continues to stare at me with his hand wrapped around his cock.
“Reed,” I whisper ever so softly.
He makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, but then he pushes me back and hovers over me. “This is a mistake,” he says harshly.
I nod in agreement, but I can’t seem to form words right now. His face hovers over mine, never moving his eyes away from me. His hand reaches down and pushes my panties to the side. I gasp as he slowly rubs the head of his cock against me.
He circles himself over my clit and around my entrance, slightly pushing only the tip in and out. My breath catches, and my eyes flutter shut as electricity rushes through my body.
“Look at me.” His voice comes out cold. “You fucking wanted this. Now look at me.”
I open my eyes again, and his are furious. It’s not only anger though, it’s also lust. I reach up and pull his face down to mine. His lips lock with mine at the same time that he slowly pushes inside of me. Our mouths fall apart slightly as he groans, “Fuck.”
He rests fully inside of me, and his forehead drops to mine. He closes his eyes shut tight for a moment and doesn’t move. I move my lips to his ear. “It’s too late now. Don’t stop.”
He lets out another frustrated sound, but then he grabs my leg and wraps it around his back as he pulls out and slams back in, going deeper this time than before. I moan again as he continues to slide in and out of me.
His face gets angier. “Yeah? Is this what you want?” he spits out at me as he slams into me harder.
“Yes!” I gasp.
He slides back until he is standing straight on the floor, dragging my body to the edge of the bed. He continues to pound inside of me as he yanks my legs around his back. “Yeah?” he asks. “Does it feel good? Does it feel good to fuck his brother?” he asks angrily.
Suddenly it hits me that he’s actually pissed. “Reed,” I try to say, but he cuts me off.
“You sure showed him, Wren!” he shouts sarcastically.
My heart shatters. This isn’t what I meant. I don't want him to feel this way. “Reed, please!” I beg.
His jaw clenches. “Why don’t you be a good little whore and shut your mouth?”
Tears prick my eyes, but I don’t stop him as he continues to fuck me. His eyes burn right through me as he grunts and groans. His body is unable to stop the physical pleasure it’s receiving.
Tears begin to stream down my face, but he leans down and kisses them away. Then he places gentle kisses on my lips. It is so unlike what he was doing only moments ago. I feel even more confused than usual.
He pulls back slightly and stares into my eyes. His hand reaches down, and his fingers brush against my clit. “Cum for me,” he whispers.
My body begins to tremble beneath him. His cock fills me completely. His hips hitting my own as he sinks himself fully inside of me. I gasp for air, and he moves his hips faster. “I said cum for me!” he shouts.
The moment he does, all of my emotions overwhelm me until my own body can’t handle anymore. I fall over the edge and convulse around him. His panting turns to grunts until he groans his release.
He falls onto his elbows, and he hangs his head down as he tries to catch his breath. When he finally looks back up, his eyes are a void. I try to reach for him, but he pulls off of me and stands. His cum runs down my legs. He puts himself back in his pants and zips them back up. “That shouldn’t have happened,” he says coldly.
“Reed.” I sit up and try to reach for him again, but he doesn’t let me.
“I can’t do this right now,” he breathes out harshly.
“Reed, please!” I cry out.
He turns and runs his hands down his face. “Fuck!” he shouts.