I shake my head. “It’s nothing. I don’t actually know. It’s complicated, so please don’t ask.”
He looks into my eyes, his expression surprisingly tender. “Okay, my love,” he whispers. “I won’t ask. Not now.”
Silas moves his attention to my other breast, trapping my nipple between his teeth as a reprimand. This time, a moan escapes my lips, and he rewards me by teasing me with his tongue. “Silas, please,” I whisper, unsure of what I’m even asking for. I have no idea what I’m even doing here. I was mad and impulsive, but I can’t get myself to regret it. Not when his touch makes me feel this good.
“Please what, baby?” he asks. “Tell me what you want. Do you want me to lick this delicious pussy of yours?” he adds, his fingers trailing over my navy silk underwear. He grins when he realizes how wet the fabric is and my cheeks slowly turn crimson.
He looks me in the eye as he places his hands on either side of my hips, dragging down my thong until he’s got it around my ankles. “Bare,” he murmurs. “I knew it.”
I smile at him and raise my brow. “You’ve been fantasizing about your brother’s girlfriend’s pussy?”
He leans in and presses a kiss to it. “Damn right I have. Turn around.”
He doesn’t wait for me to turn. Instead, he wraps his hands around my waist and makes my body obey.
“On your knees,” he orders, and this time I don’t hesitate. I want more of whatever he’s doing to me. I want it all.
“Good girl,” he whispers as he makes me face the mirror. I barely recognize myself. My lips are swollen, and my eyes are filled with an expression I’ve never seen in the mirror before. My breasts are on display, my nipples rock hard. The image I’m presenting Silas with is a version of me I never knew existed.
“I’m going to make you come on my face,” Silas says, and the mere thought of it has me clenching my thighs. “And you’re going to look yourself in the eye as you come harder for me than you ever did for Ryan. When your pussy tightens and wave after wave of pleasure rocks your body, it’s my name I want on your lips.”
He leans in behind me and does exactly what he told me he would. He licks my pussy like it’s his favorite flavor of ice cream, lapping me up and teasing me as he circles his tongue around my clit, withholding his touch where I want it most.
I look in the mirror, startled by the lust I see reflected back at me. I’m being eaten out by my ex’s older brother, and I look like I’ve never been happier. A moan escapes my lips, and Silas finally gives me what I want. His tongue expertly strokes my clit, and within minutes I’m closer to an orgasm than Ryan has ever gotten me.
“Silas, please,” I beg. “Please.”
He gives into my pleas, and my eyes fall closed as my muscles tighten, my orgasm washing over me in waves. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, going on and on. Silas doesn’t let up. He continues to lick circles around my clit, not quite touching it, yet within a minute I’m coming all over again.
I moan his name as he pushes me over the edge, coming so hard that I feel dizzy for a couple of seconds. Silas pulls away and straightens, a smug smile on his face as our eyes meet in the mirror.
I turn to face him and place my hands on his shirt. I’m naked, but he’s still fully dressed, and I want more of him. I want his skin against mine. I want all of him with a possessiveness I’ve never felt before.
He stares at me as I undo the buttons of his shirt, and the intensity of his gaze just turns me on further. I don’t think anyone has ever wanted me the way he wants me. He’s rock hard through his trousers, and I swallow hard as I pull his boxers down.
My expression must betray my thoughts, because Silas laughs. “I take it my little brother isn’t quite the same size, huh?”
I shake my head. “You’re huge,” I whisper, a little intimidated. I’m worried he’ll hurt me.
Silas cups my cheek, his touch so gentle that it makes my heart skip a beat. The feeling startles me. I’m not here to catch feelings. I’m here for revenge.
I bend down and wrap my hands around his cock, placing the tip against my lips. “It’s your turn to look in the mirror, Silas. Look at you letting your brother’s girlfriend suck your cock. How would he feel when he finds out you’ve fucked my face?”
I smile, imagining the pain in his eyes. I wish he could see us right now. I wish he could watch me suck his brother’s cock. I want him to see Silas take the one thing Ryan said would never be his —me.
I take his cock into my mouth, taking my time with him, teasing him the way he teased me.
“So fucking good.” He threads his hand through my hair and pulls tightly, moving my head up and down, fucking my face the way I wanted him to.
“Look at you taking my cock. You’re loving every second of it, aren’t you? You pretended to be such a devoted, loving girlfriend, but look at you now. I always knew you’d be mine, eventually. Ryan could never handle you.”
I suck him harder, twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock every time he pulls back. It doesn’t take long for his movements to become more erratic. Just knowing that I got him close within seconds sends another wave of desire through me. I never realized how sexy it is to be truly wanted.
Silas pulls away and I groan in dissatisfaction, wanting more. He shakes his head and twirls me back around to face the mirror. He pushes me onto my knees, his left hand on my lower back. “I can’t take it,” he says. “I need your pussy. Right fucking now.”
I moan when he pushes the tip of his cock into me. Silas moves his hand to my hair and pulls on it, making me look up into the mirror. He holds me like that as he pushes all the way into me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Fuck,” he groans when he’s finally all the way inside me. I’ve never felt this full before, this stretched. “Your pussy is out of this world, baby.”