Breaking The Bro Code (Hawthorne Brothers 3)

He draws in a sharp breath, then places a hand on my shoulder.

“You don’t have to—”

He gasps as I dip my tongue inside his belly button. His fingers dig into my skin. I grin.

“Just enjoy,” I tell him. “We’re still playing the game.”

“Are you sure this is part…?”

He stops in the middle of rubbing my shoulder.

“Are you… naked?”

I guess he thinks that because he’s finally realized my shoulder is bare.

I chuckle. “Almost.”

Ryker takes his hand off me. He tries to remove his mask but I grab his wrist and pin it to his side.

“Like I said, we’re not done yet.”

I give his belly button one more lick. Again, he gasps. I lean forward to kiss his nipples and drag my lips across the muscles of his chest. His hair tickles my chin but I bear with it, planting one wet kiss after another. I feel his cock throb against my stomach.

I move back to his. I see his erection begging me for attention but I ignore it. I trace the lines between the muscles of his abdomen and they quiver. I suck on one of them and his stomach grows rigid.

His cock is rigid, forming a tent in the front of his pants. If I don’t hurry, it might just break through.

Maybe I should pick up my pace.

I get off my knees and cradle Ryker’s face so I can lick the stain of strawberry juice on his chin. Then I brush the tip of my tongue across his lips. He parts them and I push my tongue in. I can still taste the strawberry on his.

I guess we both taste like strawberry.

I cup his cheeks and let our tongues mingle until my knees start trembling. Then I pull away.

“You know you still haven’t told me what that last one is,” I tell Ryker.

“Strawberry,” he says.

I clap my hands. “Great.”

“So can I take the mask off now?” he asks as he touches it.

“No,” I whisper in his ear. “Not if you want to get your reward for getting a perfect score.”

His hand drops. I grin.

I thought so.

Now then, time for Ryker’s treat. And mine.

I take off his belt and unbutton his pants. Then I kneel between his legs. I pull the zipper down and take his hard cock out of his briefs. The smell of his arousal hits my nostrils and sends a shiver down my spine. The sight of his pre-cum leaking from the tip of his thick cock makes my mouth water. I swallow.

I wrap my fingers around it and start licking. First, I lick the tip, gathering every drop of the sticky substance oozing out of him. Then I spread that down the length of his cock while tracing every vein. Ryker hisses. He clutches my shoulders.

I cradle his balls and give them a reverent kiss. Then I suck on them, gently at first, then applying a bit more pressure. Again, he hisses. His nails dig into my skin.

Was that good or too much? I don’t want to waste time asking, so I just get back to licking his cock, which I’m sure Ryker likes. Fresh pre-cum oozes from the tip. This time, I let it coat my lips. Ryker shudders.

I open my mouth so I can suck on his cock. As soon as I trap the head between my lips, Ryker lets out a curse. His hand jumps to the back of my head and tugs my hair. I suck and another shudder goes through him.

I take as much of him inside my mouth as I can and wrap my fingers around the rest. Then I swallow around him. Ryker hisses. His blunt nails bite into my scalp.

I swallow one more time. Then I start to move my head. Ryker’s hand moves to the top of it. He strokes my hair as my lips rub against his cock. I move faster and he pulls. I ignore the pain and keep going.

I know he’s close. I can tell by the sound of his strained breathing, by the occasional trembling of his thighs, by the clenching of his fingers.

“Claire.” Ryker says my name in a shaky whisper as he tries to push me away, pleading.

I stop. There’s no way I can refuse him when he says my name like that. Besides, I’m running out of patience, too.

I pull my mouth off his cock and climb onto his lap. I take his mask off and kiss him as I let my fingers run wildly through his hair.

His hands grip my waist. Gradually, he lowers it so I can sink onto his cock.

I let out a gasp as the tip slips in. Then I grip his shoulders and hold my breath as the rest of him enters me inch by inch. It’s thick, so thick I can feel myself getting stretched. And it’s so long that by the time it’s completely inside me, I can feel it reaching somewhere deep in my belly. I let my breath out slowly as I savor the sensation and take a moment to get it back.