Enemies With Benefits (Loveless Brothers 1)

“Right.”

The twinge digs a little deeper, and I continue to ignore it.

“You’re not gonna be mad if I don’t get you flowers on your birthday, or Valentine’s day,” I say.

Violet just snorts.

“You’re not gonna pester me to meet my family?”

“Eli, I already know your family,” she points out. “They’re all much nicer than you.”

I slide one arm underneath her, grab her by the waist, and pull her in toward myself as she yelps.

“There’s gotta be some catch,” I say, pulling her onto my chest.

She just laughs.

“We don’t even have to talk,” she says.

“Then what the hell are we doing?” I ask, and pull her lips down to mine.

The kiss is lazy and slow. I grab her leg and pull her until she’s straddling my hips, pressing my aching cock against my belly. She rolls her hips against it and I groan out loud, my fingers digging into her flesh.

Right now I’ll do anything she says, so long as she doesn’t stop.

“We’re good, right?” she asks, coming up for air, her hands on my chest. I slide my hands up her torso until her stiff pink nipples are between my fingers, and then I squeeze, watching her eyes slide shut, her hips rolling again, the pressure on my cock delicious.

She’s already wet as she rubs herself on me, her lips slippery against the base of my shaft. I pinch her nipples again and she sighs, a tremor moving through her body, grinding against me harder.

It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. The only time she’s prettier than when she’s angry is when she’s like this, flushed and rapturous and wet as hell.

“We’re good,” I tell her, ignoring the twinge again.

Violet just moans. The sound makes my cock twitch as I watch her undulate on top of me.

“Thanks,” she whispers.

I slide my arms under her legs and grab her ass.

“Don’t thank me yet,” I say, pulling her forward.

Violet yelps again, but seconds later I’m beneath her, her thighs on either side of my face, my arms holding her down.

I lick her once, just to taste, and she gasps.

She’s delicious. I lick her again, my tongue between her lips, nudging against the tightness of her entrance, moving up to her clit.

She moans. I write my name on her like I’m marking my territory and her body jolts with every flick of my tongue. Violet leans against the wall, her eyes closed, one hand buried in my hair, her nipples stiff pink peaks poking out beyond the swell of her breasts.

It’s a great view.

I write my name again. The whole damn thing, ELIJAH LOVELESS, and now she’s gasping in between moans. I slide two fingers into her and her juices drip down as she clenches around me. She’s closer than I thought and I lick her again, crook my fingers, stroke that spot inside her that makes her thighs tremble.

Her hand tightens in my hair. Her moans are high-pitched, breathy. It sounds like she’s biting her lip, trying not to make any noise, but I’m winning that battle as I lick her harder, faster, because if this relationship is purely physical then it’s at least going to be goddamn good.

Her legs tremble. She gasps, the sound echoing off the wall, her hips bucking as she presses herself into my face like she can’t control herself. I’m lost in her sweetness, in her beautiful musky scent, in the tremors that move through her with every flick of my tongue as I write my name on her again.

Violet comes on the final S. I’ve got two fingers buried deep, her whole body shaking and trembling. She flutters around my fingers, her body tensing, her toes curling as she moans against her trailer’s thin wall.

Oops.

I meant to tease her, get her close and then pull away, but then I couldn’t stop. Violet’s intoxicating, addictive. She moans, her pussy clenches again, and I flick my tongue softly past her clit, her whole body jerking as I do.

God, that’s satisfying. She doesn’t say anything but she’s breathing hard. My eyes are open, watching her chest heave as I pull my fingers out and lick them off.

She’s still leaning against the wall and gathering her wits as I reach up and grab the second condom from where I left it on the nightstand last night. I roll it on, because I’ve still got every intention of watching her ride my cock.

I scoot her down. She leans in and kisses me, her hand still in my hair, her taste still on my lips. If she notices, she doesn’t seem to mind as she drifts her other hand down my body. Everywhere she touches lights me up, tiny fires trailing from my shoulder to my stomach, down my treasure trail until she finally wraps her hand around my cock.

I wrap my hand around hers, let her stroke me a few times before she finally sits up, her hands on my chest, and she guides me to her entrance.