Best Fake Fiance (Loveless Brothers 2)

I lower my head, kiss the back of her neck, and Charlie sucks in a breath. Found that one last week, and I take her hair in my other hand, tilt her head to one side, follow her neck with my lips to her collarbone, my hand still between her legs, working her slowly, steadily while she moans, sighs, standing on her toes to get us closer together.

I bring her close, to the brink, before stilling my fingers. She holds her breath and lets it out, shuddering, arching back against me like she’s trying to coax two more strokes, but I don’t let her finish because sometimes I like to tease her, sometimes I like to turn her breathless, wild, incoherent.

She makes me breathless and wild all the time. It’s only fair.

Charlie turns, pulls my face down to her with her strong hands and I move my hands over her hips, grab her, bring her body against mine, still wet so we slide against each other.

“Tease,” she says, and grabs my cock, biting my lower lip at the same time.

“You bring me out here to get naked and I’m the tease?” I ask. I push her backward, toward the rock, until the backs of her thighs hit it. She strokes me again, hard, her thumb sliding over the tip and I kiss her as a reflex even as heat slices through me, my hips driving toward her soft warmth.

Holy God, I want her. I push her back again until she’s on the rock and I’m over her, still standing with my feet in the creek, holding myself up on one elbow. She’s still stroking me and without knowing what I’m doing I’m rubbing her again, her clit under my thumb, two fingers sinking into her heat.

There’s something around my hips: her legs. I crook my fingers inside her and her eyes go shut, her thighs tighten, the tip of my cock against the soft velvet skin of her inner thigh, still slippery with water.

“Daniel,” she murmurs, her grip on me still tight. Her channel flutters around my fingers, squeezes, and I pull them away, surge forward to kiss her.

When we break the kiss I can barely breathe. I’m holding myself up, over her, one elbow on the rock and the other on her thigh, hitched around my hips.

“Condom?” I whisper, even as I irresistibly buck my hips forward, my cock seeking her heat like a magnet seeking north.

“In the car,” she whispers back. Her freckles all stand out in the dark, constellations across her face, the negative of the sky above, her eyes bright and her lips plush and I want her, I want her, I want her like it’s the only thing I’ve ever felt.

Charlie guides me to her, the tip of my cock suddenly at her entrance, and my eyes slide shut despite myself.

“Wait,” I say, leaning my forehead against hers, even though there’s nothing I want to do less.

“It’s okay,” she says, her lips on mine, the words muddled. “Just pull out.”

“We should—"

“Please?” she asks, and that’s all it takes.

I know better and I’ve been careful for years but all it takes is that one breathy, murmured please and I throw caution to the wind and sink into Charlie’s tight heat with a single thrust.

I go deep, deep enough to hit the spot that makes her fingers dig into my back, makes her legs tighten around me as she groans, her eyes closed, her head turned to one side.

“Like this?” I whisper in her ear, bending over, pulling her legs tight around me to get deeper. “You want me bare, like this?”

“You feel so fucking good,” she whispers, her eyes opening to half-mast.

The hairs on the back of my neck are standing and there are goosebumps down my spine with the sheer pleasure of Charlie, skin to skin like this, nothing between us. It’s dangerous and perfect all at once, all-consuming, unstoppable.

I try to go slow, to savor this. I want to etch every detail in my memory: how beautiful she is right now, eyelids fluttering and hair half-wild, my name on her lips. I want to make this last, the pure bliss of being inside her with nothing between us, the knowledge that I might never get closer to heaven than right now.

But I can’t, not now, not when we’re fucking outside, not when she begged me to fuck her with no condom, not when she’s dragging her nails down my back and whispering harder please God Daniel, please. Now I fuck her hard and deep and I growl you like that don’t you into her ear and she just gasps yes and it makes me want her harder, deeper, faster.

She brings out some primal, base instinct in me. Charlie turns me into a feral animal with no control, no power to stop my impulses. Right now, I’m nothing but a working cock slamming into her over and over again, feeling her twitch and shudder, feeling her body as it collides with mine and she draws me in, always wanting more, taking anything I can give.