STRIPPED (The Slate Brothers 3)

More right than I ever could have imagined.

Tyson makes a guttural, pleasured sound, and then spanks me once more, leaving his hand firmly against my bottom this time. He slides his hand down and I whimper as the sides of his fingers brush up against my pussy. My panties are a barrier between us, but they’re soaked through, and he rubs the side of his hand against me. I jump forward when his thumb presses firmly up against my other entrance, a place I’ve never dreamed of wanting to be touched.

“Shhh,” he says. “Trust me.” He presses his thumb tighter to my ass, working it in small circles, and even through my panties I can tell that I love the feeling. Finally, Tyson puts a hand on my shoulder and guides me to standing upright; blood rushes from my head. “Lay down,” he tells me.

“On my back, or on my stomach?” I ask, pliant, obedient. Willing to do almost anything now.

I just want him, I want him to make me come, to make me his.

“I knew you’d want to give yourself to me,” he says, thrilled that I’ve asked. “On your back.”

I obey, and go to my perfectly made bed. I lie on my back, knees together; Tyson walks forward, his cock pointed straight up, hard as steel, and easily spreads my knees with his hands. My stomach clenches at how exposed I am, but the word “exposed” is redefined when he admires my legs for a moment, then slides his hands down my thighs and hooks a finger through the crotch of my panties. I cry out at the feeling of his finger brushing against my bare skin, and he smiles, then tugs my panties down to my knees and over my ankles in a single, easy motion. I’m lying totally bare before him, and I’ve never felt so vulnerable— or so excited.

“That pussy,” he says, shaking his head. “Do you know how badly I want to sink my cock into it right now?” He takes a breath, scans my body again. “How badly I want to sink my cock into every part of you? That mouth, sweetheart. That fuckable mouth.”

I’m undone by his words, and I feel my lips part, as if my body is convinced I can take his cock in my mouth even though my mind definitely isn’t. Tyson grins at the sight, then lowers his head to my neck. He kisses me there, biting at my skin, running his mouth down my shoulders, my arms, and finally over to my breasts. He kisses around the underside, licking at them, biting lightly, slowly, carefully making his way to my nipples. When he finally flicks his tongue across one, I buck upward in surprise and pleasure. He sucked my nipples through my bra, but having his mouth against my bare skin is a different sensation entirely.

“Anna, relax,” he says, but it’s hard to follow his orders when they’re spoken around my breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and massages it with his tongue, rubbing my other breast with his hand, playing with my hardened points. He takes my nipple between his teeth delicately, pulling back, and I push my other breast toward him, eager for him to pay just as much attention to that side. He does so, taking me in his mouth, then pressing my breasts together and laving his tongue from one to the other, licking each and every inch of skin.

Tyson kisses me between the breasts and meets my eye. He looks dangerous, wicked, excited, and I realize why as he begins to kiss down my stomach, moving closer to my pussy inch by inch. My legs drift shut again, but Tyson easily parts them with his hand, then swings my legs over his shoulders. I try to pull back, my more modest side shrieking over the fact that Tyson has a completely unfettered view of my most private place. He won’t have any of it, though, and scoots my hips closer. I whimper when he bows his head down, and his breath tickles skin that no man has ever been so close to before.

“I’m going to lick your pussy, Anna,” Tyson says. “Would you like that?”

I struggle for words. “Yes. I think. I don’t— yes,” I stammer.

“That’s right. No one has ever tasted your pussy before,” he growls. He moves his mouth closer, my limbs lock up involuntarily when he kisses the insides of my thighs, one after another. In between kisses, he says, “But I’m going to taste you, and I’m going to make you come again and again.”

And then he licks my slit in one long, gentle stroke, his tongue barely pushing past my lips, dipping into my wetness without truly penetrating me. It’s enough, though, for me to know that Tyson is right— I am absolutely going to come soon. I moan, pressing against his shoulders with my legs to lift my hips into the air, closer to his mouth. Tyson licks me again, a little deeper this time, then backs off, kissing my thighs again, my stomach, making me long for his tongue on my slit again.