Hotshot (The Bennett Brothers 1)

I drop the towel and move quickly, sliding into bed next to her. She barely stirs, giving a breathy whimper when my arms circle her waist. It’s only been five hours since I was inside her, listening to her come apart over and over, but my cock turns to stone, begging to get back.

My lips run across her shoulder and up her neck, nibbling on the soft skin and breathing in her signature scent. Everything smells like coconut and lime, and I press against her naked body, hoping my own body wash mixes with hers and I will smell like us today.

I need this. I need her.

More than I need air, I need her.

She’s hiding something from me, something big. It’s in her eyes, in the tone of her voice. She thinks I can’t tell, but she’s fucking crazy. I know when something’s on her mind, and for the last week, she’s hidden it from me. I haven’t pushed because getting her through the funeral was my first priority. But now, it’s over, and it’s time for her to unload. No more of this secrecy.

One of my hands moves to cup her breast, and she moans, her own hand finding mine. I graze the tip of a finger over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. Her heartbeat quickens, beating against our palms, and I know she’s awake. My mouth moves to her ear, nipping a path along her jawline and rubbing my stubble against her cheek. Her breath catches as she awakens fully and twists into me.

“Morning.” Her morning rasp does something to me, increasing my desire.

“Beautiful,” is my only response.

“What time is it?”

“Who cares?” I skim my other hand slowly down her side, over her hip, and straight between her legs. She spreads for me, hitching her ankle around my calf, and giving me full access. I start slow, gently gliding my fingers along her clit, then her folds, testing her. The instant my fingertips hit her entrance, they’re slick.

“Baby, you’re ready for me.”

“Always.” Her words are like music to my ears, and I slide two fingers inside, feeling her muscles tighten.

She lets out a little purr, bucking into my hand. There’s a hint of her own need in that sound, and it spurs my dick to twitch into her lower back. She slinks an arm around, sliding it between our bodies, and wraps her hand around me, using her thumb to circle my head.

It never fails. With the slightest touch, I’m transformed back to a horny teenage boy, wanting to blow my load. I’ve never had a stamina problem in my life, but Bizzy owns me—heart, body, and apparently dick. He reacts to her as if he’s never had her and is starving. My balls tighten and I nip on the sensitive skin of her neck while working my fingers inside her pussy.

She starts to stroke, and I move faster, thrusting my fingers and grazing my thumb over her clit. She has to come soon because I’m not leaving here this morning until she’s come at least three times.

Her breathing quickens as she pushes her face further into her pillow. I twist my fingers, circling them inside her, then drumming them against her inner walls. She starts to pant, her thighs shaking against my own. I know she’s close when she moans again.

“Come for me,” I demand in her ear and move my thumb to flick her clit once more.

She starts to convulse, squeezing my dick so hard, I groan in response. She comes, rumbling under her breath and digging her nails into my hand still on her breast.

I don’t give her a chance to come down, as I move fast, gliding down her body. She’s forced to let me go and move her leg when I land between her legs and push my tongue into her. Her knees are over my shoulders, and she bows off the bed when I suck hard, tasting her orgasm mixed with the remains of me from last night. I can’t get enough of her, and she twists against my face as I fuck her with my tongue.

This is what I need, to have her everywhere on me. My lips, my face, my fingers, my hand… all day, she will be with me. A reminder of this morning. She will have to know I am thinking of her, too. Because each time I lick my lips, there will be a reminder.

She presses up, her hands in my hair, screaming loud as I take her one orgasm into another. My entire lower body starts to shake, knees barely supporting me as I move up her body and kiss every inch of her flawless skin. My mouth goes to the neglected nipple, biting hard, then licking away the sting. She cries out, throwing her legs around my hips and rubbing her moisture against my throbbing dick.

He takes the invitation, slipping in until she takes over, taking me in as deep as I can go. Our hipbones clash, and I’m a goner. She has me beat. I am no longer in charge. My mind tries to regain some control, but it’s useless. Bizzy has me in her hold. The coiling in my stomach turns into an inferno, wanting to erupt, but I mentally beg for a few minutes inside her before I explode.

Our mouths clash together, and when she bites my lower lip lightly, it drives me wild. My body moves against hers, my balls swelling with every thrust. I tear away from her mouth in time to see her lips curl as she locks eyes with mine.

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r eyes change to the shade of ice blue that I love so much, as she licks one finger and moves it between us, circling where my dick is thrusting into her.

Oh shit, if she touches herself, I’m done.

There’s a glimmer in her eyes; this is a game.

She’s testing me, and I will fail…

I brace myself on an elbow and grab her wrist, bringing it to my own mouth, sucking her finger, and holding it between my teeth. Her eyes roll back as I pummel into her, praying she’s close again.

The small vein in her throat starts to pulse, and I know she’s almost there. I pull out and slam back into her, as she flies apart and I let go, pouring into her. Sparks fly through my body as she shakes below, and I barely register my cries of pleasure.