“And did you like it?” he asked, his strokes in and out of my ass slow and steady, as if he had all the time in the world.
I hesitated, wondering how to answer. If I lied, would he know? If I told the truth, what would he think? Would he think I was a slut? That I was nothing more than a whore? It was so tempting to lie, to play the part of some injured party and yet all he’d need to do is talk to his brother to learn the truth. Someone who didn’t enjoy the act surely would not have begged to come, someone who hadn’t needed a single touch to her clit… the cock pounding in her ass enough to cause her to implode.
“Yes, I-I did.”
His expression darkened and his finger slipped free, his hands taking a tighter hold on my ass as he spread my legs even wider. Looking down at me, he grinned. “You’re dripping wet, Goldie. I can smell your arousal, see it glistening on your thighs, your curls, your cunt. Now, I’m going to taste it.” With that, his head lowered and his tongue broadened. In one long, languid stroke, he licked me from clit to ass and I cried out, all thoughts of Jay evaporating as Rye began to feast.
“Please, oh God, please!” I begged minutes later, sure if he didn’t grant my request this time, if he didn’t let me climax, I was going to die. He had some uncanny ability to know the very moment that I was about to come, the second before I was stepping off the cliff. It was pure torture that at that exact moment, his tongue would lift, his lips would cease their suckling. “Please, Rye. I need to come!” How he could control himself was beyond me. I knew his cock was hard, had been rigid for ages, and yet he was not only denying me, he was foregoing his own pleasure.
“Don’t you like foreplay?” he asked, his chin glistening with my essence as he looked at me from between my trembling thighs.
“Yes, but you are killing me!” I said, meaning every word. “Please, for fuck’s sake, have mercy!”
“For fuck’s sake?” he asked, grinning and shaking his head. “Do I look like a merciful man to you?”
Perhaps the fact that he, that every Barrett brother, had a far different reputation than one of mercy, should have terrified me, but it didn’t. Not at this moment, at least. Right now, I didn’t care about anything other than easing the ache he’d been causing with every lick of that extremely talented tongue.
“You’re right,” I said, locking my eyes with his. “I don’t want mercy… I need you to take me, to claim me, to fuck me… to make me explode.”
His nostrils flared. “Careful what you ask for. You might regret it.”
The threat sounded far more like a promise. A promise I was praying he would deliver. I didn’t immediately speak, allowing my body to answer for me, lifting my hips, rotating them as much as I could with his huge body between my legs, my hands releasing the rail for a moment to flex my fingers before gripping the metal again.
Licking my lips, I moaned and said, “The only thing I’m going to regret is if you don’t make me scream.”
I screamed.
And screamed.
And screamed again.
If what he’d been doing was foreplay, then what he did now was walking into a battle. His tongue lashed at my cunt. There were no more soft kisses or gentle nibbles. His teeth nipped at my flesh, drawing my pussy lips out to bite each one, his breath hot on sensitive flesh until I came and then came again, and again. His attack was ruthless, a man on a mission, an athlete striving for the gold medal, a soldier determined to take the hill, to win the war.
I was soon pleading for another reason, begging for relief from the waves of constant sensation rolling over me like a tsunami. “God I can’t!” I cried when his tongue thrust into my pussy yet again, driving like a piston in and out of me. “Please, no more.”
His head lifted and I almost wept with the relief, but it lasted only as long as it took him to flip me over, the move surprising and effortless on his part. My body was a limp noodle, shudders rippling from my head to my toes, yet he didn’t seem to care.
“Up on your hands and knees,” he demanded, swatting my ass to motivate me into moving.
I groaned, but managed to lift myself, my fingers moving from the iron railing to clutch the sheets beneath me. My nipples ached where they were pressed into the mattress, and yet I felt a pulse flutter in my pussy as they were abraded by the fabric. Strong hands gripped my thighs, pushing them apart as his body moved up to settle between them.
“You’ll come again,” he said, not as a question but as a command. I felt the broad head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy and whimpered. Not in fear, but in relief that I was finally going to feel him press inside me, to stretch me, to fill me. “What was that you wanted, Goldie? To be fucked?”
“Yes,” I said, turning my head back to look up at him. “Fucked, hard.”
And once again, this man, a man who had no concept of surrender, of mercy, gave me exactly what I wanted. With a single thrust, he drove into me, drawing out yet another cry as his balls slapped against my wet cunt. He was like a jackhammer, pistoning in and out of me, his hold on my hips the only thing keeping me from banging into the headboard with the ferocity of his thrusts. It was merciless and the most incredible feeling I’d ever experienced. We weren’t making love… this was primal, raw fucking at its basest level, and I treasured every single moment.
I screamed his name as I exploded, stars bursting beneath my eyelids, my heart pounding so hard I feared it might burst. Still he continued, until finally he pushed deep, his hold on my body tightening as he tilted my ass up in order to go just a fraction of an inch deeper. I could feel his cock jerking again and again as he filled me with his cum, could hear his ragged breathing as I mewled, accepting each drop of his seed and then every ounce of his weight as he collapsed on top of me. It was several moments before he rolled off, turning me over and grinning as he looked down at me.
“I’m so glad you came to my room, so glad you wanted this,” he said breathlessly.
“What?” I asked, not sure I’d heard him correctly.
“I see you remember what we told you. That sex isn’t a requirement, that we’d not force you,” he said, his lips nibbling on my neck before he chuckled. “I admit, I thought it would take longer than a day for you to beg me to fuck you.”
I froze, passion turning to fury. “You think I came over to…”
Yes, I lusted after Rye and his brothers in every way, no question about that. But I didn’t want him to think I’d come to his room with the intention of having sex with him. For some reason, I didn’t want him to have the power of knowing how much he and his brothers drove me wild. I didn’t want to give him the upper hand.