Tool (A Step-Brother Romance #2)

"I don't have any condoms," she says, her voice soft.

I raise my eyebrows. "That's surprising, darlin'," I say. "Since you bought them in bulk for your little prank. But don't worry -- I've got some. Besides, I don't want you on my cock yet. I want you on my face."

"Oh," she says, and she blushes. She's standing here stark naked in front of me, but me telling her to sit on my face is what makes her blush. That's irony.

"Get over here," I order. "I want you on my cock, but after four years of imagining what you taste like, I want you to ride my face first. I'm going to bury my tongue inside you."

"Gaige, you're so –"

"Don't even say it," I growl. "I already know what you're going to say. Arrogant, cocky, such a dick?"

She blushes, and it makes me want to see if she does the same when she comes for me. It makes me want to see if she continues to feel self-conscious, or if she loses her inhibitions and lets go. Starting with her riding me until she comes all over my face. "That's not what I was going to say."

"Stop fucking talking," I order. "Now I'm going to lie back here, and you're going to climb up on top of me and put your pussy on my face. Before I have to tell you again."

Delaney blushes, but she does exactly what I tell her, bringing her knees up on either side of my legs, and straddling me. I slide down, leaning back on the padded arm of the chaise, and pause for a minute, her pussy directly in front of my face. When I breathe in her scent, my cock goes so rigid I think it might explode. I've never come just from eating a girl out, but there's a distinct possibility of that happening with Delaney.

Up close, I can see how fucking wet she is and that fact alone makes me practically lose my mind. She might pretend she's all professional and disinterested, but the shimmer of her wetness between her legs tells me otherwise. When I touch the tip of my tongue to her pussy, she moans, the sound almost painful.

"Oh my God, Gaige," she whispers.

That pushes me over the edge. Grasping her ass cheeks, I pull her down hard, smothering my face with her. My tongue explores every inch of her sweet pussy, and I take my time licking her. Fuck, I don't just lick her. I devour her. I eat her like a starving man, because that's what I have been until this very moment. I didn't know how hungry I was until right now.

Delaney's breath comes in gasps, shorter and shorter, and she grinds herself against my face like she's riding a bucking bronco. When I fuck her with my tongue, she rides me harder, her fingers gripping my hair as she grinds her pussy harder and harder against me, her rhythm becoming more erratic. I spread her ass cheeks and press my finger against her asshole while I thrust my tongue inside her as far as I can.

"Gaige. Gaige. Gaige." She's moaning my name, and I know she's about to lose control. So I put my hands on her waist and pull her off my face and stand her up beside the chaise before she can even say another word. Especially after the incident at the pool, she deserves to ache for me. "Not so fast, darlin'," I tell her.

Delaney groans. "What?"

"You think I'm going to let you come that easily?" I ask, shaking my head. "Especially after that massive case of blue balls you left me with before?"

"I'm so…" Her voice trails off, her breath short. Her breasts move up and down as she gasps.

"Close?" I ask. "Good. Now get on your knees, back up on the lounge, the same direction you were facing when you rode me."

She gives me a look. "You're so fucking bossy."

"Don't pretend like you don't like it, sweetheart," I say, slapping her hard on the ass. I watch her ass jiggle, and her breasts sway. I've never really been into the whole spanking thing, but shit, it's fucking hot having her like this, on her hands and knees. Hell, it's hot telling her what to do and having her actually do it.

"Did you just spank me?" Delaney looks surprised, but she giggles.

"I'm going to do more than just spank you if you keep laughing like that." I don't know why, but I like riling her up.

"Like what?" she asks. She grins like she's daring me.

I slap her on the ass, so hard it leaves a handprint this time, and Delaney moans. She actually moans. She likes it. Shit. I knew this girl was going to be the death of me once I got her naked. "You like that?"

"Yes," she whispers. I can barely hear her, so I slap her ass again, watching her breasts move.

"Say it louder." I do it again.

"Yes."

I run my hand over her ass cheek, and then reach between her legs, my fingers touching her wetness. Her pussy lips are swollen, and I imagine her pussy is throbbing just about as hard as my cock is now. When I withdraw my fingers, she whimpers. I walk around to the arm of the chaise, where her hands are placed, and stand in front of her.