Fuck if that isn’t a sight.
Sitting reverse cowgirl, Asra grinds her hips in slow circles on my brother. His laptop sits on the corner of the bed open, his clothes lay in a messy pile on the floor beside the bed. I’m rock-hard. Judging by the way he’s biting his lip as he thrusts up into her, he’s enjoying her just as much as I am watching. But, that’s not what has me pausing. My shirt. My girl is wearingmyfucking shirt.
Her eyes lock with mine. This time, they’re not hesitant or ashamed like they were yesterday afternoon. They’re not startled like last night, when I came home to her and Breckin after making a quick run to buy lube. This time, pure lust shines in those glowing, gray orbs.
She rotates her hips in a sensual dance that’s as much for me as it is for Breckin, then waves me closer with one finger.
Chuckling, I push off the wall and take a few steps toward the bed. “You like his big cock buried deep inside you, baby girl?”
“Mmm,” she moans, closing her eyes as her head tips back. Arching her back, she grinds those hips a little faster. “I’d like your dick inside me, too.”
Fuck. It twitches in response, straining against the zipper of my jeans.
She grabs the hem of her shirt, slowly raising it up and exposing that sexy gemstone in her belly before raising it higher.
“Leave it on,” I command, stilling her hands with mine. Before she can reply, I kiss her. She moans, her hands fisting my hair as I plunge my tongue in her mouth, deepening our kiss.
She’s panting by the time I break our embrace. Still, she reaches for my pants, getting the button undone before I stop her. Those bright eyes plead up at me.
“Ride his cock, Little Girl. I’m gonna take a quick shower, then I’ll be back to join you.” Shaking my head, I grab his laptop from the end of the bed and check to make sure he’s not making a video. That’s more my style than his, but I wouldn’t put it past him to want to record everything so I didn’t miss a second, especially with her new found confidence. I turn it off and set it on the kitchen island, then hurry across the house to my bathroom.
Fuck, I’m so damn hard and ready. All I can think about is hopping on that bed and plowing into her. I planned on dirtying her up tonight, but not as dirty as I am. I hate that I gotta shower first. But at least I brought all my shit into my bathroom this morning so I don’t have to waste any more time doing that.
I shake out of my clothes, grab my soap from the open box on the counter, and hop in my shower, not even bothering to wait until the water’s warm. I could jerk off. Even under the freezing stream, my dick is begging me to. But, I’d rather be buried deep in Asra’s hot pussy.
Pouring some soap on my head, I scrub as fast as I can. If Breckin thinks our girl is ready, she’s definitely rested enough. No way he’d ever do anything to hurt her or stress her out. After washing the filthy construction site off every inch of my body, I grab a towel and head back toward our bedroom while I dry off.
Asra’s moans grow louder with every step. Like a siren’s song, they lead the way. I find them still on Breckin’s bed, in mostly the same position I left them in. Asra rides my brother, her hips grinding feverishly against his cock while he sits upright behind her. One of his hands grabs her tit over my shirt, the other reaches under the material, flicking that tight pussy while he pounds into her.
Leaning against the wall, I drop my towel and stroke myself as I watch her come undone. Every inch of her body seems to come alive as she shakes in his grasp. Damn, it’s fucking hot. Breckin manages to thrust once more, then holds her tight as he comes.
As she pants and rides out her release, I stroll up to her. Scratching my chin, I debate exactly how I want her. I’d really like that tight ass again, but seeing all that blood coating my junk after last night, there’s no way she’s ready for more yet. We’ll have to ease her back to it.
“Was his cock good, Little Girl?” I ask, tipping her chin up ‘til she meets my gaze.
She nods, her chest still heaving.
“You ready for mine?”
Another nod.
So fucking eager. That’s my girl.
“Think you can handle us all night?”
She swallows, but her eyes never leave mine.
“That’s right, Little Girl. I hope you got plenty of shut eye today, ‘cause I don’t plan on letting you sleep at all.”
“I thought Breckin did all the planning?”
Laughing, I grab her ankles and drag her to the edge of the bed, right in front of me. “Yeah, then what is it I do?”
“Fuck.”
“That’s right. So, how do you want it?”
Her eyes dart down to my hard cock, lingering there before slowly making their way back up to mine. If I could get any harder, I’d be there. She licks those pouty lips and for a moment, I consider shoving my entire length down her throat. It’s tempting. But right now, I want her pussy. I want to hear her scream. Need to hear my name come out of those lips again.