“Rae,” I say back, opening her with my fingers and sliding a finger from my other hand deep inside her. She shudders, her thighs quake, and her lids flutter closed as she moans. I slide down the bed before I can lose the last shred of control that holds me to being a good guy, a nice guy, a guy who gives a girl head for her birthday.
I lick her clit, stroking it with my tongue, listening for her cues to tell me if I’m doing it right. I don’t do this a lot, but I know where the clit is, and I know that’s the main attraction. Still, I can’t get out of my head, can’t help but wonder if she likes it, if she’s faking the little moans and gasps and tremors in her legs. I can’t help but wonder if she’s thinking about how Maddox would eat pussy, if he’d be better.
The fucker probably would. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve done this. I’m a nice guy outside the bedroom, but inside it, not so much. In the bedroom I’m a selfish dick, and I know it, and I don’t care.
It never mattered before. I never wanted to give head, to give pleasure. Everyone at school knows I only fuck crew girls. Everyone in the crew knows I don’t eat pussy. The crew girls know it, and they don’t expect this treatment. The times I’ve done it, it’s been after I roughed up a Crow girl a little too bad and I felt guilty about it. Because I do respect those girls. I like them. They’re crew, and I want to protect them like any other member. They know it’s not personal, how I fuck. But I still feel bad when I hurt them.
Rae’s fingers grip my hair tighter, her nails scratching my scalp. I suck her clit, drawing it into my mouth, stretching it a little. She whimpers, and I release the suction and lift my face. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathes, pushing her hips up, spreading her knees, and offering up her cunt. Her clit is red and swollen, her folds slick with arousal. Reassured, I go back to work, running my tongue along the inside of each lip, the outside of her folds, through the center of her slit. When I return to her clit, her thighs clamp shut on my head, and I know she’s getting closer. I slide a finger back into her, pumping into the tightness that makes my head spin. I circle her clit with my tongue, and she grinds up against me, crying out. One hand grips my hair, and I hear the other one hit the sheets, digging in.
“Oh god,” she moans. “Lennox…”
She’s close. My tongue’s getting fucking sore, but I’m not stopping for anything. She’ll never forget this birthday present, the first time she got eaten out. She bucks her hips, pulling my face in with the hand gripping my hair so fucking hard my scalp burns. I thrust my finger into her harder, rougher, and she moans and grinds harder, obviously liking the roughness. Maybe one day, I’ll tell her what I like, how I like it, and she’ll be that for me. Not like the crew girls, but better. She’ll be only mine, and she won’t know any different.
Rae’s thighs are wrapped around my head so tight I don’t hear the door open. I don’t know he’s in the room until I’m yanked roughly backwards, away from Rae’s naked, trembling body.
“In my fucking bed?” Maddox bellows, and then his fist connects with my face, and for a minute, I don’t know anything but pain.
twenty-four
Maddox North
Rae screams when my brother hits the floor, but I don’t give her time to go cold. I drop to my knees, throw her legs over my shoulders, and bury my face in her.
“Maddox,” she cries, but I shove her hands away when she tries to grab my ears.
“He’s fine,” I snap, and then I bury my tongue inside her cunt as deep as it will go.
She cries out, her hips jerking against my mouth. I don’t stop, not even to breathe. I wanted a taste, and now that I’ve gotten one, I may never stop. I’ve never tasted something so sweet, so erotically, mouthwateringly delicious. I moan, eating her like a starving man—no, a man with no taste buds tasting food for the first time.
“Maddox,” she says again, her voice nothing but a gasp of pleasure. She’s not trying to push me away anymore. She’s bucking under me while I torment her clit and her tight little virgin opening at once.
She’s slick and hot and tight, and she tastes so good I have to hold back from biting her, from eating her cunt right out from between her thighs. I fuck her hard with my tongue, going fast and deep, shoving my thumb over her swollen red clit at the same rhythm. I want to push my tongue all the way in, as deep as my cock will go when I fuck her senseless. I want to lick her cervix, open her like an orange and split her in half so I can taste all the way to her core, suck the marrow from her bones and leave her as dry as a skeleton in the desert.
I shove her thighs open and spread her pussy so I can get deeper.
“Maddox,” she cries, even louder this time. It’s my name on her tongue, not my brother’s.
Mine.
She’s mine.
All mine.
I suck and moan and thrust my tongue into her deep, so deep my teeth sink into her soft, tender flesh. I stroke her slippery clit rhythmically again as I hear Lennox moan and start to sit up. Fuck him. He’ll have to fucking kill me to make me stop.
I lift her hips with one hand, pushing my thumb into her ass hole to hold her in place as I feast.
“Oh god…” She bucks under me, and I curl my tongue inside her, stroking upwards. She cries my name even louder, almost a scream, and slams her thighs shut on my head, her hips rising as her whole body tightens and she grinds her cunt over my nose and mouth so hard I can’t fucking breathe.
I keep her impaled on my tongue, nearly coming in my pants when I feel her walls clenching rhythmically around my tongue and her ass hole strangling my thumb.
“Maddox,” she cries, spasms going through her thighs as she fists the sheets, her head falling back, her tits heaving and her hair spread around her on my pillow. Her cum spreads over my tongue like melted ice cream with each pulse of her tight cunt squeezing and sucking and milking me as I lap up her sweet cream.
When her cunt finally releases my tongue, I sit back on my heel. Lennox is sitting up, holding his head, where an ugly purple bruise the size of an egg is already forming. His glasses are twisted and hanging from one ear, and the rage in his eyes is one I haven’t seen since his first kill.
I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and grin at him. “And that’s how it’s done,brother.”