CLAIM (Dirty Brothers Series Book 3)

by Penny Wylder

  8

  Robert

  “Yes.”

  Anna’s word is barely a breath but unlocks a roaring wave of lust and dominance in me, and I barely recognize the sound that comes from me. Pure, raw, animal. I lift Anna by the hips, turning her and placing her on the ledge that surrounds the tub. That perfect ass is in front of me and I take the time to stroke it, watching her hips wiggle as I do. I wonder what it would be like to spank her and see that ass as bright as her cheeks when she blushes. God, that would be incredible.

  I lift her leg up onto the ledge with her so that she’s spread for me, and run my hand between her legs. Even having been in the water, I can feel her slickness. I was already hard, but feeling how wet her pussy is makes me even harder. I’m lightheaded with arousal. I wasn’t lying. I can’t wait for this to be gentle.

  Fitting my cock against her entrance, I push inside in one long stroke. She’s wet enough that she takes me easily, and my vision goes white with pleasure. Walls of heat surround my cock, and they’re fluttering, spasming around me because I’m too big for her and she’s trying to adjust. She’s so tight, it’s better than I ever could have imagined. My fantasies have nothing on this reality. Seeing Anna spread out in front of my mountains, her pussy filled to the brim with my cock, is an image I’m never going to forget.

  I can see her breathing, panting as she squeezes me, trying to get used to me. I place my hand on her back, right over her scar, and hold her in place. I don’t want her moving right now. I told her I was going to take her for a reason. Right now, she’s mine.

  I pull back, waiting only a second before I plunge in again, and I groan because the way her pussy takes me in makes me want to come right now. But not yet. Not that fast. In. Again, again, and again. Deeper. I press in farther until I’m inside her to the hilt. Anna is breathing hard, little gasps that make whatever’s left of my blood run straight for my cock. There’s no sound out here except for her, and the slap of my balls against her pussy. Fuck.

  My entire world is turning to pleasure. If I had the stamina, I would fuck her forever just like this. That slow burn builds at the base of my spine, and I throw my head back taking in the sky as I fuck harder, faster, driving myself into her until I’m grunting with the effort and Anna is gasping with pleasure. Her hand creeps between her legs and I let it. She’s moaning now, and I can’t breathe with the pleasure of it all.

  Suddenly her pussy tightens, locking me in a vice and Anna cries out, coming, pouring her orgasm all over my cock, shaking where she’s lying on the wood, and I’m on the edge of coming. I thrust in one more time and pull back just as pleasure explodes through my body. My vision disappears again as I come, painting her skin with my seed, claiming her, showing her she’s mine. I stroke my cock until after I’m finished, letting every shudder of the orgasm work its way through me before I stop.

  Anna looks limp and spent, gasping for breath as she slides back into the water. She looks at me, and I can see the impressions of the wood on her breasts where I pressed her down, and just like that I’m hard again. Completely and fully hard. It’s like I’m a teenager again who’s found porn for the first time. But Anna is better than any porn I’ve ever found.

  She smiles at me, the slow, sleepy smile of satisfaction. I sit on the seat in the tub and she floats over to me, straddling me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. She kisses me gently. “That,” she says between kisses, “was amazing.”

  “It was.”

  She moves her hips, brushing against my cock again. “And yet you’re still hard.”

  “I’m hard again,” I say, pulling her against me. “Every time I look at you.”

  She smirks. “I suppose I should try to take care of that.” Looking down, she reaches between us and grabs my cock, stroking it once, twice, a third time.

  “Feel free, sweetheart,” I say. “My cock likes you.”

  And then she does something that I do not expect. Anna dives down under the water, her mouth taking the head of my cock with ease, sucking and swirling her tongue around. I curse so loudly it echoes through the trees. “Holy fuck.”

  She surfaces to breathe, water dripping down her face, her hair soaking and looking sexy as hell. “There will be more of this,” she says, squeezing my cock and mimicking my words. “And there will be times when I’m on my knees, ready to worship your cock for as long as you can last. But this is not that time. I’m going to take you down my throat and you’re going to come again.”

  Never in my life have I come again so quickly, but I’m not going to say no to this. In fact, I’m not sure that I’m able to speak at all. Anna sinks below the surface again, and she takes me down. Into her mouth and down and back so that I can feel her throat and—

  Shit.

  The head of my cock slips into her throat with a silent pop and she swallows. I’m being squeezed like a vice and pleasure is running through my veins, being pulled from every part of my body, along my veins and towards my cock. I’m not going to last.

  Another break for air, and her hands slide along my skin, keeping me right on the edge. She grins, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and dives down again. This time she’s sucking from the moment she takes me in, and I grab the edge of the tub, trying to hold myself still and not move—resisting the urge to push my cock further, faster. The slow suction is glorious, and I feel the orgasm start low in my gut. I can’t tell Anna that it’s happening, she won’t hear me. But she doesn’t pull back. The second my cock jerks in her mouth she takes me deeper, and I curse again.

  I come deep inside her mouth, jet after jet and she takes it all under the water. It’s insane, and by far the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. And she doesn’t come up until I’m finished, spent, and in total awe. She floats to the other side of the tub and sits like nothing happened, a devilish little smirk on her face. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she smiles. “What are you staring at?”

  There are few times in my life when I’ve been speechless, and this is one of them. I knew sex with Anna would be amazing, but I didn’t expect this. I didn’t expect to have my world turned on its head. I stand up and hold out my hand and she takes it. I lead her out of the tub, and as soon as she hits the ground I sweep her off her feet and into my arms. Fuck the towels.

  Anna gasps, “Where are we going?”

  “Somewhere that’s less wet and more bed,” I say. “All I’ve been able to do is think about your body and now I want to explore it.”

  She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her lips against my collar bone, licking the water from my skin. My body responds with need like fire, and I shoulder the door open. I can’t get up the stairs fast enough. My bed is a mess and I don’t even care that she’ll see it this way. I lay her down on my sheets and she’s spread out in front of me like a feast that I have the pleasure of eating to my heart’s content.

  I’m going to enjoy this.

  9

  Anna

  The way Robert is staring down at me, like I’m a present that he’s about the unwrap, makes me want to cover myself. I try to cross my arms, but Robert leans over me, grabbing my wrists before I can manage. “I don’t think so.”

  “But—”

  “No,” he growls. “Now that you’re really in my bed, I want to see all of you.”

  I shiver. “Now that I’m really in your bed?”

  Robert’s mouth meets my skin, roaming across my neck. “You’ve been here every night with me. Every night I’ve come thinking about you here, underneath me. And now that I finally have you here, I’m not letting you go until I’m finished with you.”

  Closing my eyes, I focus on the feeling of his mouth on my skin. He slips down, and his mouth covers my nipple, hardening it instantly. “God, yes.”

  He chuckles, sucking deeper. His tongue circles and licks, and every movement shoots straight down to my clit. I’m wet again and aching for more pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like what I felt in tha
t tub, and now that we’ve given in, I’m pissed that we even waited three days.

  Robert moves to my other breast, and I arch against his body. The way he’s using his mouth is slow and languorous. My wrists are still pinned, and Robert’s legs are straddling my hips. I can’t move, and I know he’s serious about not letting me go until he’s finished. Just that thought and I can feel myself getting wetter. He makes a sound low in his throat, and I shudder as his teeth graze my skin. He moves back and forth, using his mouth until I’m delirious with it. I’m writhing underneath him, and I can feel his cock hardening between my legs. I want more of that. I want more of him. I want him anywhere and everywhere and more, more, more. “Robert, please.” I’m begging now.

  I can feel his laughter against my skin, but he doesn’t move. His fingers just tighten on my wrists, and he bites a little harder. I gasp, and it turns into a moan. “Please.” It’s nothing more than a breath.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  I roll my hips up into his, because I don’t have the words. Everything is sense and feeling and arousal. He’s looking down at me, and I capture his mouth with mine, drawing him in. Robert kisses me like he’s a dying man and my mouth is water. Our tongues dance together, and I’m aching with need. I’m so wet I can feel it on my thighs. Two can play at this game, and I capture his bottom lip with my teeth, biting gently. He pulls away, mischief in his eyes. “Ask me.”

  “I thought you wanted to explore,” I say back with a smirk.

  “Maybe I want to explore how much you’ll beg me to taste you.”

  My pussy clenches in response to his words. The way he kissed me, I can only imagine what that’s going to feel like, and I have no problem asking. “Taste me.”

  His lips brush mine, and I’m shaking with anticipation. His eyes are filled with fire and lust so hot I can feel it. “Tell me you want my tongue in your pretty pink cunt.”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  Robert doesn’t move. He’s perfectly still. “Say it.”

  “I want your tongue in my pretty pink cunt.” My cunt that’s pulsing with my heartbeat and so wet I think I’m going to leave a stain on his sheets.

  “Good girl.”

  He puts his mouth on my skin and drags it down my body, licking between my breasts and lower. Lower. Finally releasing my wrists, he grabs my thighs and pushes them apart. I can feel his breath on me, and I’m holding my own, waiting for that first touch. It comes gently, just the tiniest brush of his tongue on the tip of my clit. A little more, and then a little more. Again, he’s taking his time. Licks all around and then the tip of my clit between his lips, pulling pleasure from deep in my gut.

  I don’t know how long I can last with him teasing me like this. I’m already warmed up, ready to go. These barely-there touches are driving me mad, and he knows it to. I grab onto the bed sheets, because I know that if I try to touch him, to make it go faster, he’ll just slow down.

  Robert sucks hard and uses his teeth lightly, and my world disappears. I can’t see, blind and overcome with pleasure as the orgasm blows through me like a flash flood. Sheer, pure, sensation spiraling up through me and out. I think I might be screaming, I’m not sure. I can’t think or breathe or speak, just feel.

  I come back to myself, the orgasm leaving me so quickly it feels like I collapse back onto the bed. “Fuck.”

  “We’re not done,” Robert says, lips still brushing my clit. “You taste good, baby girl.” He slides his hands under my thighs and pulls me closer against his mouth. This time he’s not gentle and not timid. His mouth consumes me. It feels like his tongue is everywhere. On me and inside me, stroking and teasing and drawing me back to the edge. “Robert,” I say, voice straining, “I can’t.” I don’t think I can. It’s too much.

  “You will.” There’s no argument in his tone, and he sets up a rhythm, a swirling, suction that makes the space behind my eyes sparkle. Good God, I’m going to come again. I can’t help myself—my hands find their way into Robert’s hair, pulling him closer, urging him faster. His tongue strokes faster, pushes deeper until he’s almost to my g-spot. God, he has a long tongue. It’s amazing. And then it’s back at my clit and I’m begging him again to please give me more, and he does. Faster, and harder, and suddenly the orgasm swells through my core and blooms outward, and the world is gone. I’m drowning in a sea of bliss that’s pure light. It’s sizzling through my veins and I arch off the bed, screaming it out. Robert’s mouth is still on me, and he won’t let me go. The waves hit me again and again, and they crest over me and when they disappear there’s nothing left of me but a puddle.

  There are little spasms running through my body, and Robert is still buried between my legs, licking me and causing little aftershocks. I can’t seem to catch my breath, and when he pulls himself away and up beside me, he’s smiling. “I like it when you scream for me.”

  “I like it too.”

  He kisses me, slipping his tongue between my lips, just like he did with my pussy, and I can taste myself on him. God, that was amazing. So amazing that I’m fading into sleep. I can’t seem to keep my eyes open. “I thought it was supposed to be the guy who always falls asleep.”

  “Don’t worry,” he says, pulling the blankets over the two of us. “I’ve never much cared for traditions.”

  I want to laugh, but I’m already being pulled under.

  Robert’s fingers are the first thing I feel when I wake up. Just the first sensation as I come to the surface. Just a gentle brushing across my stomach, lazy and unhurried. Next, his body behind me—hard length and heat. I take a deeper breath, and his fingers tighten.

  Lips on my neck. “You’re awake.”

  “Yeah.” My voice is scratchy and rough, and I feel like I’ve run a marathon. But at the same time I feel rested in a way I haven’t in…years. I turn over, and I’m face to face with him. Robert’s eyes are clear and sharp, and I don’t think he’s slept at all. “What time is it?”

  “Late. I’m honestly not sure.”

  “I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

  He frowns. “Why are you sorry?”

  I blink my eyes a few times, trying to clear the sleep from them. “I don’t know, I just—”

  “Trust me, Anna,” he laughs, “no man is going to be upset that they made you come so hard that you had to go to sleep.” Even after everything, I blush. He chuckles, but his eyes are serious. “But I have a question.”

  I swallow—I don’t think I’m going to like this. “Okay.”

  “Tell me about the scar.”

  I’m suddenly cold, and I have goosebumps. “Please,” I say, ducking my head into his chest, “not that.”

  “It has something to do with why you’re working for my father, doesn’t it.” Again, it’s not a question. I nod. “How much money is he paying you?”

  My voice is muffled against his chest, but it’s comfortable here. “Two hundred thousand dollars.”

  Robert leans me back against the pillows, pinning me with his body. There’s no escape from his gaze here, and he puts a finger under my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “Why do you need that much money? What happened?”

  I don’t hear any judgment in his voice, only curiosity and concern. Can I really trust him with this? The answer is deep in my gut: yes. But it’s still terrifying. I clear my throat. “I’m not really a P.I.,” I say. “I mean, I have my license, but it’s not what I’m good at. I was kind of forced into it. I was a lawyer.”

  “What kind of lawyer?”

  “A prosecutor,” I swallow against the pain welling up in my chest. “And I’m really good at it.”

  He doesn’t say anything, just waits for me to tell my story, his hands tracing absent patterns on my shoulders.

  “A long time ago—maybe seven years now—I was in a car accident. Drunk driver, ran me off the road into a guardrail, hit and run. It’s how I got the scar.” I shiver, shaking my head to clear the taste of memory and fear from my mouth. “Our cars were pinned together w
hile we lost control, and I’ll never forget his face. But we never found him.

  “Two years ago a case comes across my desk. Drunk driver, hit and run. A couple had been injured in the accident, one was paralyzed. No one was at the scene, but they arrested the man they’d thought had done it. We were charging him with it, but it was a hard case, and there was no hard evidence proving that this guy was at the scene. And when I got the file on the man we were charging, it was him. It was the man that hit me. His name is David Morris, and as soon as I saw that it was him, I knew that he was guilty. Because he’d done the same thing to me.” I swallow. “A couple of days before the trial starts, we get some new evidence. Paint color scraped from the victim’s car that matched Morris’s vehicle. It was the smoking gun that I needed to prove that he was guilty, and I went after him with everything I had.”

  I look up at Robert, and he looks pissed. His jaw is clenched, body taut with tension against mine. “I hope you got the bastard.”

  “Someone knew,” I said. “Someone knew I wanted this guy to go to jail. One of his friends, some connection that was trying to protect him. I don’t know who, but the paint sample was a fake. It came out in the middle of the trial, and everything fell apart. Morris got off on a mistrial, and I was accused of manipulating evidence.” I have to stop and blink the tears away from my eyes. “I lost everything. My whole career, all of my friends. No one talks to someone who’s corrupt like that. No law firm would touch me. It took a long time, but I managed to scrape by doing simple P.I. work. I was hoping I could find out who set me up, but I’m not good enough. I’m not. I need the money so I can hire a real P.I. and get my name cleared. I can have my life back.”