Brown Siblings - 01 Laid Bare (3 page)

“Yeah, oh fuck, yes, like that,” he whispered.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her lips swollen and wet. “Tell me. What do you want, Todd?”

He panted as the words threatened to break through. He wanted to say them, but the darkness in them wasn’t something he was used to letting free.

“Shall I go first? Should I tell you that when I’m done sucking your cock and you’ve blown down my throat, I want your face between my thighs? That I want to feel your mouth on my pussy, licking and sucking my clit? What do you say? Hmm? Is there a dirty talker in there waiting to break free? Trust me enough to tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” He swallowed hard. Erin Brown made him want things he’d been fine not wanting. On one hand, it felt marvelous; on the other, it scared the hell out of him. He let his tongue free because she’d demanded it of him with her own uninhibited behavior.

“Suck my cock, Erin. Take me as far as you can into that sweet, hot throat. I want to fuck your mouth and control you by your hair.” As the words unfurled, the tight ball in his chest eased for the first time in years. His spine relaxed even as his balls drew tight against his body.

Controlling her by her hair. God. How many times had he imagined it over the years when a woman sucked his cock? He’d had to grab the sheets to keep from reaching out to put her mouth just where he wanted it. But he hadn’t. He told himself it wasn’t gentlemanly to grab a woman by the hair.

Watching Erin down the line of his body, he caught her smile right before she bent over him and swallowed his cock just the way he told her he wanted.

Her mouth kept even pressure, kept him nice and wet as he began to roll his hips, fucking into her while he grabbed a handful of her hair, tight, in his fist, holding her head just the way he wanted it.

The way he wanted it
. Not gentle, not nice, but hard and dark. Emotion rushed through him as she sucked him into her mouth. Her hair in his fist felt right, so right he had to stop thinking about it because it overwhelmed him. Instead he watched her. She was so beautiful.

Each time he pulled out, the stalk of his cock was deep red and shiny from her mouth. Her eyes stayed closed, but every once in a while she’d open them and look up at him, shocking him down to his toes.

Her ass swayed as she held on to the root of his cock with one hand and lightly scored his thigh and balls with the blunt, neat nails of her other hand.

Orgasm rushed from the tips of his toes and his scalp, barreling toward his cock at hyper-speed, until he clenched his jaw to hold back the roar as he shot down her throat just like he’d wanted to. Like he rarely ever did with a woman.

Pulse after pulse, he continued to come. She never stopped her rhythm on him until he softened and let go of her hair.

He stumbled back against the CD rack and panted to catch his breath. He kept his eyes closed to try and gather himself, to rein in his rioting emotions. It was powerful to have let go that much, to have given in to what he wanted. Getting it was even more so, and the floodgates opened a crack. He could see himself shoving her to her knees when she walked in his front door every night. Ordering her to suck his cock to start the evening off but not make him climax. Still wet from her mouth, he’d fuck her right then and there in his hallway. Pump his cock into her cunt over and over while she was on her hands and knees. Erin. Just for him.

Fine tremors worked through him for long moments. He’d never allowed himself to be so specific with fantasies. Stayed away from the BDSM porn. He didn’t want to hurt a woman, and for him, fear that he’d cross the line and become a deviant kept him far away.

When he opened his eyes after a deep breath, she still knelt on his couch, drinking her beer, watching him with that smile of hers.

He’d wondered briefly, as he’d begun to come, if she’d run out the door afterward. After hearing

his coarse words. But hers were just as coarse, and fuck, it wasn’t like he was some fragile dude.

He wore a gun to work!

“You”—she tipped her chin toward him—“have some pussy to eat.” He didn’t stop the smile this time. “You’re a very dirty girl.” And it worked. It worked for her and it
really
worked for him.

“I am. Please feel free to tell me more.”

He jerked his chin toward his bedroom. He wanted to spread her out as he ate her.

Erin let him lead the way down the short hall to his bedroom. His place was smaller than hers and Adrian’s. No second floor, which was too bad because she’d love to be bent over and fucked from behind on the stairs.

She’d actually planned to drink a beer and slowly seduce the man, but he’d eroded her control.

As he stood there with his cock in her face, she’d had to taste him. And she really liked the way his breath caught when she told him what she wanted. There was a thin veneer of control over his emotions. He didn’t want to be turned on, but he was. Part of her thrilled at being the one to flip that switch, but the other part went wet and gooey at the idea of him dominating her.

His bedroom was cool and dark until he flipped on the light next to the bed, casting a yellow glow around the space.

He stood there in his doorway, staring at her. She watched the war on his face. She’d seen the women he dated. Unless they were all the kind to be very prim and sweet on the outside and hoochies in the bedroom, he probably either scared them off when he laid the dirty talk on them or he held back.

“Tell me,” she whispered.
I won’t judge you. Just be yourself.

“Strip. I want to see you naked.”

“That was easy.” She smirked as she drew her T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside.

Gasping, he took a step forward and then another until he stood within touching distance. His eyes locked on the twin rings in her nipples.

“Touch me, Todd.” Oh, how she needed him to put his hands on her!

With an impatient growl, he brought his hands to cup her breasts as he bent to look at the rings.

Carefully, he traced her nipples with a fingertip and she arched into him.

“You won’t break me. Harder. I
like
it hard, Todd.” It was like she’d thrown a switch as his teeth caught the ring and tugged. Shards of pleasure skittered through her. The tip of his tongue flicked the underside of first one nipple and then the other; the weight of each ring as it slid and moved with his mouth added to the sensation.

“So sensitive.” His voice was low, rough. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time now.” He fell to his knees, fingertips tracing over her tattoos until he got to the waist of her jeans and made quick work of them, yanking them down.

Bracing her weight on him with a hand on his shoulder, she stepped out of her pants and panties, kicking them to the side.

He rocked back on his heels and looked up at her, taking in every detail.

“Turn around. I want to see your back.”

She did, bending and bracing her hands on the bed, hoping he’d get the hint.

“Amazing.” His body heat blanketed her as he leaned in to look at the intricate inkwork on her back.

“My older brother is an artist, isn’t he? That one took six months to finish.” Rustling alerted her he was getting naked too. She saw the flash of his shirt and jeans out of the corner of her eye. She had to see his body, so she stood and turned.

“Oh, well, that’s far better than I imagined.” He radiated mas culinity and a sort of feral sexuality he’d either hidden with the clothes or had been repressing. Either way, it sent a thrill straight to her cunt.

“I’m glad you approve.” He hesitated for just a brief moment before continuing. “On the bed, spread your legs. Knees up, feet flat.”

She swallowed hard and moved to obey. His comforter was soft and cool against her back, relaxing her a bit. The room smelled like him. But the wetter she got, the more her own scent added spice to his.

He moved between her legs and knelt, looming over her. “I haven’t tasted your lips yet.” Before she could give a sassy reply, he’d crushed her mouth beneath his. He slid his palms over her arms and held her hands as he plundered. He held her wrists and she wished he’d hold them harder, wished he’d pin her down so the play struggle would be sweeter. He held back. There was a part of him she sensed he kept tightly reined in and she wondered why. Wanted him to break the control on her. Ached to see the full extent of what he truly wanted.

Step by step, tongue, teeth and lips worked together to devastate, to own and control, to make every part of her body hard but her pussy, which bloomed and slickened for him.

She arched her neck as he started to pull away, not wanting to lose his taste. He chuckled in that arrogant male way as he broke from her mouth.

“If I don’t stop kissing your mouth, I can’t lick and suck your clit like you wanted.” Her breath caught. Like she’d argue with that logic?

“First your nipples and those sexy fucking rings again.” He let go of her hands and began to play with her nipples and the rings, tugging and teasing with his mouth and fingers until her hips churned. It felt so good she wondered if she could come just from that alone.

The rasp of his stubble added another layer of sensation to the experience as her head began to slowly move from side to side.

She saw enough to know it made him hot too. His cock was heavy and the slit gleamed with a bead of semen. She unconsciously licked her bottom lip, recalling how he’d felt as he’d pressed his cock into her mouth over and over. Remembering the hot, salty taste of him.

Finally, he broke away from her nipples and continued downward, over her belly button, pausing to take that ring between his teeth.

“What is it with you and the piercings?”

“I told you I like it hard,” she breathed out. “It hurt for a moment but then the sting felt good.” His knuckle slid between her labia and against her clit.

“I like the way it—
oh god, yes, more—
feels when my nipples brush against things. I think it looks sexy.”

“You like it hard?”

She arched up, crying out when he pulled her open and flicked his tongue over her clit several times, then backed off.

“Yes. I do. Hard. Dark. Uninhibited. I like it rough, Todd. I’m too old for apologizing and I don’t want to. I like sex and I like it dirty.”

He swore under his breath and moved his mouth back to her cunt, tasting her like he was starving.

Those women he dated hopefully let him work this magic, because the man’s mouth was fucking gifted. He swirled his tongue through her pussy, fucking into her with it, licking and sucking on every part of her until she didn’t even have words.

Bursts of pleasure, feeling, emotion, colors, sounds and scents buffeted her as he ate her pussy.

His thumbs teased her gate, dipping in slightly and sliding ’round and ’round as he abraded her clit with his teeth, just before sucking it into his mouth as he feathered it with his tongue.

The deep moan she heard was her own, but she didn’t remember making it. All she thought of was the orgasm that boiled through her, taking over everything in its wake until she managed the strength to push his head away because she couldn’t take it anymore.

Todd struggled to take a deep enough breath, but when he did, he pulled her essence in deeper.

Jesus God, he was in deep.

Her cunt tasted like spicy honey. Her scent teased him from his hands and mouth, and she lay before him like a buffet.

I like it hard
.

He was fast losing perspective; the reins he kept so tight had begun to get away from him and he wasn’t so sure he wanted them back.

She opened her eyes and stared at him as he looked her over. The intricate tattoo on her belly connected to the one covering most of her back. The tree of life. On her belly lay roses and ivy.

They embodied her. Sharp, barbed and yet beautiful and essential. Sweet and intoxicating.

“That was magnificent.”

Her velvety voice sounded lazy and satisfied, and he smiled. He’d planned to order a pizza and watch a baseball game. Eating Erin’s pussy had been far better.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” He only barely resisted the urge to fist his cock a few times. There was something about her that removed his normal inhibitions. He wanted to fuck her tits, wanted to come all over her pretty skin, wanted to eat her again. He wanted everything, and that rawness made him shake a bit.