Enemies With Benefits (Loveless Brothers 1)

Without meaning to, I reach down, between my legs. I find my own soft heat, so wet my thighs are sticky, my pants already unbuttoned but not off, and I circle my swollen clit the way I have a thousand times before.

As I pull back, I moan into Eli’s cock.

“More,” he murmurs, and I move my fingers faster, do it again.

This time I moan louder, harder. Eli’s hand in my hair gets rougher, more insistent with each stroke. It’s not sweet and it’s not gentle, but my God, it’s satisfying.

Suddenly he pulls me back until my lips are just barely touching him. I lick him slowly, ridge to tip, savoring the shudder that moves through his body.

“You don’t like it?” I tease.

“I can’t fuck you properly if I come in your mouth,” he says. “As much as I like doing that, too.”

His other hand is on my face, his thumb on my chin. It still smells like me, and without thinking, I suck his thumb into my mouth, lick the pad with my tongue.

Eli watches me, mesmerized. He pulls his thumb out and I take his finger, still sticky with my own juices, lick it clean.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs.

I pause for a moment, mid-lick. It’s not what I was expecting to hear.

“And you’re getting yourself off,” he says, finally noticing what my other hand is doing. “Do you like sucking my cock that much?”

I don’t answer, just lick his fingers while he watches me, his cock pulsing in my hand.

“Maybe,” I finally say.

Eli takes my wrist, and then he’s on his knees in front of me. He pulls his fingers from my mouth and licks them himself, eyes sparking, then pulls my other hand from where I’m pleasuring myself.

“Can’t a girl have fun?” I tease.

I pull at his shirt and instantly it’s off, his hard muscles shining in the dim moonlight.

“This isn’t fun?” he says, his voice low, playful with an edge. He finally pulls my jeans off with one motion, his hand instantly sliding up my thigh, finding my wetness, his thumb already on my clit.

He kisses me. I have one hand on his back, one on his cock, his tongue in my mouth. I’m on the floor, leaning against the couch, and he’s on his knees in front of me.

I want him. I want him like I’ve never wanted anything before: I want to be taken, ravished. I want him to open me up and write his name on the inside of my skin.

“Enough sweet bullshit,” I whisper.

“Is this too much foreplay for you, Violet?” he says, his mouth still on mine.

He reaches behind himself, momentarily distracted. A soft thunk, the sound of something ripping. I put my hand on his just as he’s rolling the condom down his huge length.

He grabs me, heaves me off the floor, my back still against the couch, pinning me there with his legs under mine, his jeans still on.

Oops. I think I meant to get those off of him.

Eli kisses me roughly. He grabs my hips, shoves me against the couch, and I grab onto his shoulders, dizzy with his raw power.

His cock’s against my entrance. His lips are still on mine as he slides it along my pussy lips, circling my clit with the tip, drawing himself back down until he presses against my tightness.

“I thought you said no sweet bullshit foreplay,” I whisper. I buck my hips against him, uselessly.

I want him inside me. I want him there, as intimate as can be, past all my defenses.

I want all the things no one else has ever made me feel.

“This isn’t sweet bullshit,” he says.

He captures my mouth with his, the head of his cock entering me, his fingers digging into my hips as he stops.

“This is fucking you slowly,” he says. “Feel the difference?”

I don’t answer, because he moves, sliding in further, just until he finds that sweet spot on my front wall. Then he pulls back as I rake my hands over his shoulders.

“Don’t,” I whisper. “Just — oh, fuck…”

He does it again, slow, just a little deeper. Then again, and again, each time deeper and harder. Finally he hilts himself, pulling me against him, our bodies melding.

“I tried to talk myself out of this,” he whispers into my ear.

I wrap my legs around him. He pulls back, pushes himself in, his arms tight around me.

“Out of fucking me in a barn?”

“Out of fucking you at all,” he goes on. “I know danger when I see it, and you’re nothing but.”

Harder, deeper. I find his mouth with mine and he groans into me.

Faster, harder.

“I’m no such thing,” I whisper.

“Then why are we fucking on the floor of a barn?”

“A bed was too far,” I say.

I bite my lip. Our bodies meet again and again, every thrust more urgent. I wrap myself around Eli, feeling like I might burst at the seams. I get higher and higher, closer, at the edge as we move together frantically, tangled and wordless.