Bad Boys Do (Donovan Brothers Brewery 2)

“Did I mention how cute you are?” she asked, eyeing the bulge in his black boxer briefs.

“You may have said— Oh, Christ.”

She couldn’t fit her fingers all the way around him past the fabric, so she gave up and slipped her hand beneath the band. “Ticklish?” she asked when he jumped.

“No,” he answered. “Not one fucking bit.”

“Mmm.” Even now her fingers just barely met around his shaft. Cute didn’t come close, not once you got below the belt. Below the belt, Jamie was glorious.

She stroked him, and he kissed her, his hands gliding along the neckline of her dress, easing the knit material over her shoulders and down her arms. She stroked him again, kissing him harder when she felt the slick wetness at the head of his cock, rubbing it down over his shaft and making him groan.

“Let’s go to bed,” she whispered. Jamie nodded and started dragging her backward. She couldn’t believe she could manage to laugh and be so incredibly aroused at the same time, but she found herself giggling. “That’s the kitchen,” she said, sad that she had to let go of him so she could turn him in the right direction.

Jamie grabbed her hand and hauled her to the bedroom. “That’s a tall bed,” he muttered when he saw her big four-poster bed.

“I know. It’s—”

“Perfect. Come here.”

“What?”

He tugged her dress the rest of the way down, trapping her arms for a moment. She hadn’t worn a bra tonight. In fact, she’d purposefully left it off, and now she was damn glad, because Jamie ducked down and drew her nipple into his mouth without any hesitation at all. Still trapped, all she could do was throw back her head and feel.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said softly, his breath whispering ice over her nipple. “I love that.”

She shivered and wished, just for a moment, that her hands were free to cover herself. Her breasts were nothing to look at. Nothing at all. But he kissed her one more time as if he really did like them. Then he peeled her dress all the way off before turning her around.

She blinked in surprise, and her eyes widened in shock when he put a hand between her shoulder blades and gently bent her down. Her thighs were against the edge of the bed, and with his hand pushing her forward, she had no choice but to lean over.

Her hands touched the mattress, then her stomach. Then her cheek. She spread her fingers wide and held her breath, waiting. Finally, Jamie’s hand smoothed down her back. He caught the edge of her panties and pulled them down in one easy motion.

She was completely exposed to him now. Naked, but for her heels. Open in front of him. Her heart beat so hard she could feel it like a drum in her ears. Beyond that pulsing rush of blood, she heard the faint shift of fabric, the soft thump of his shoes hitting the floor, the rustle of a condom wrapper. And then his hand gripped her hip.

Olivia closed her eyes and laid her cheek flat to the bed. This felt almost…impersonal, yet that somehow made it more intimate. She felt incredibly vulnerable, waiting for him to have her.

She expected him to simply push into her and braced herself for the shock of it, but apparently he had different ideas. She felt his fingers slide along her, tracing a slippery path to her clit. She gasped at the touch, her eyes fluttering open, then widening. She was stunned to find herself staring right at an erotic picture.

Not a picture. Her mirror.

And there she was, bent over and helpless, half her face hidden by the deep red comforter. Jamie stood behind her, totally nude, cock standing thick and proud. She expected to meet his gaze in the mirror, but apparently he hadn’t noticed it. His head was bent, his eyes narrowed at the sight of her, as his hand— “Ah,” she cried, watching her own face go tense as he slid two thick fingers inside her. His face went tight, too, as he slowly worked his fingers in and out, in and out. Olivia watched it like a movie, amazed to see her own face, her own body, being used like this. His fingers slid out, and Olivia held her breath as he reached for his cock. He wrapped his hand around it, pushing the condom farther down as he eased closer. She felt the nudge of his head as she watched his grip spread wider over her hip. He dragged himself along her sex, sliding against her clit in one slow, delicious stroke.

Olivia gripped the comforter, digging her fingers into the down, biting her lip until it went numb. He never once looked up. He was busy watching his shaft work against her. Her hips jerked when he pressed against her clit again, and she imagined what she must look like, so wet and swollen.

Finally, he notched the head against her and pushed in slowly. His jaw jumped with tension. The skin over his cheekbones was tight and flushed. Olivia let her breath slowly out, as if her body needed to make room for his. He stretched her until she was filled up with him, uncomfortable in the most perfect way. Long seconds later, his hips were snug against her ass, and she was panting against the pressure.

Olivia edged her feet a tiny bit wider. Jamie pulled her hips back, tilting them up, arching her back a little farther. He eased slowly out of her, then plunged deep. When she cried out, her eyelids fluttered shut, but she forced them back open. She didn’t want to miss a second of this, so she bit her lip and clenched her hands and watched as Jamie Donovan fucked her.

He was a gorgeous machine, all tightening muscles and tanned skin as he steadily drove himself deeper and deeper, each thrust turning his jaw to granite. And the whole time, his eyes blazed as he watched himself fuck her.

For Olivia, it was a like a movie. A filthy, pornographic movie, except that it was her starring in it. Her. And she could feel everything…every stroke, every thrust. She wanted to scream, but she only whimpered and held tighter and tighter.

His hands slid higher, shaping her waist for a moment before he stead

ied his grip on her hips again, his fingers digging harder as his movements grew more brutal.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, yes. Harder.”

His gaze flickered up to her face, and his expression grew even fiercer. It was all too much. The sight of it so wrong and so arousing. Olivia felt everything inside her curl tighter and tighter, and her clit felt so hard it hurt. She’d never come like this, from just sex…no touching, hardly any foreplay, just her being used like a sex object.