Bad Habit: Downey Brothers Series

by Mara Leigh

  My body spasmed, contracting around Mac’s plunging finger, and it was so much, too much. My head banged the window.

  “That’s it. Come for me, baby.” His words rumbled through me as I writhed, my movements inside and outside completely involuntary, completely beyond control.

  I panted and moaned, my hips pulsing on his fingers, riding a wave I hoped never would end.

  Mac

  I was rock hard. In spite of coming twice in the past few hours, I’d been rock hard since my fingers had first grazed her thigh. And now holding her panting body against me as she recovered, I marveled at how hard she’d come.

  Was that really her first? If it was, she’d released years of pent-up sexual energy, energy I planned to continue to tap.

  Her cheeked nuzzled my chest, and I scooped her up in my arms.

  “Thank you,” she whispered as I carried her toward the bedroom.

  “My pleasure,” I said. “You have no idea how much pleasure.”

  I pulled back the duvet and laid her gently on the bed. She smiled and reached up for me, and with one knee on the mattress I kissed her, lost in the deliciousness of her eager mouth, and trying to keep my erection from thrusting against her.

  She tugged at the belt of her robe.

  “Need help?” I asked.

  She nodded, her cheeks glowing in the neon lights that shone through the bedroom window, and her arms flopped out to the sides. I didn’t need a second invitation.

  I tugged on the knot, my fingers straining to get under the tightly twisted fabric, until finally got the first knot loosened. The second one was easier, and I draped the belt’s edges out to the sides as I cast off my own robe, standing beside her.

  Studying me, her eyes opened wider with a hint of apprehension, and I wondered for a second if she’d end this. Instead, she raised one hand to her throat, and then drew open one side of her robe.

  Her skin was so pale and clear it didn’t seem real, and glowing under the colored lights through the window, her body was spectacular.

  I knelt on one knee beside her, careful to keep my raging cock off her body as I kissed her stomach, her ribs, as I licked her belly button, traced my tongue over her stomach and hips. I wanted to devour this woman, taste every inch of her skin.

  Moving higher, I pushed back the other side of her robe and tasted her tits. Somehow they’d become sweeter, and she arched as I tugged in a tight bud, sucking it harder than I felt I should. But inexperience wasn’t holding Faith back. Her fingers dug into my hair as I flicked her nipple with my tongue, then I lightly bit it between my teeth.

  Expecting that had been one step too far, I was shocked when her response was to slide her hand between us and over my abs, ranging dangerously close to my dick.

  “Roll onto your back,” she said.

  I looked up at her, wondering if I’d imagined her command.

  “I want to look at you,” she said. “All of you.”

  Carefully, I flipped myself over her body and onto my back beside her. “I’m all yours.”

  She knelt beside me, her robe loosely draped over her shoulders and exposing only a slip of bare skin down the middle.

  Her hands explored my chest, slowly circling my pecs as if memorizing their shape. Then she played with my nipples, drawing in a long breath as they tightened. My breath caught as she bent to kiss and suck them like I’d suckled her.

  I drew a ragged breath as her fingers traced lower over my ribcage. Then, drawing her fingers through the hair that trailed down the center of my chest, she moved her attention to my abs.

  My cock bounced.

  “Oh!” She pulled her hands back.

  “Don’t worry. It doesn’t bite.”

  “I certainly hope not.” She grinned as she traced her fingers over my abs again. “Your stomach is so hard. These ridges.”

  My balls tightened painfully as her fingers explored. If my dick didn’t get inside of her—and soon—I was going to explode.

  I expected, at least hoped, that full-on sex would happen at some point during this sin vacation, but her pussy had been so tight around my finger that I wondered whether it was a good idea. Never mind the risk of turning her off sex forever, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

  Her juices on my finger had been tinged with pink, so I figured I’d already popped her cherry, but my cock was a hell of a lot thicker.

  Her hands trailed lower, and I groaned.

  “Can I…” Her voice was soft and uncertain. “Can I touch it?”

  I nodded, not sure my throat could form an answer, and then her fingertip grazed my tip, running over the drop of come gathered there.

  I gritted my teeth, swallowing my guttural reaction.

  “It’s very sensitive,” she said, looking up at me.

  I nodded.

  “Everywhere?”

  “Some places are more sensitive than others.”

  She rubbed the dent at the base of my head.

  My hips bucked. “Like there.”

  Her fingers trailed down my shaft, tracing each vein and rib, then they circled with a mercilessly light touch, like feathers dancing everywhere to maximize my torment.

  One hand still stroking my cock, her other teased my balls with a tentative touch. “Is this, down here, sensitive too?” she asked, stroking my balls.

  “Yup,” I replied, my voice strained.

  “Do you ever…” She bit her lower lip. “Touch yourself down there?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  Her head snapped back.

  “Sorry for the language.”

  “It’s okay.” Her fingers trailed up and down my cock, then circled the head, making me groan. I prided myself on being a guy who could make sex last, but the effect of her hands, the fact that they were her hands—I was going to come again—soon.

  “Show me?” Her voice was breathless, and her gaze turned to meet mine, full of curiosity and hunger.

  “I’ll show you,” I growled. “If you show me, too.”

  Her head tipped to the side. “Show you what?”

  “How you touch yourself.”

  “I…” She backed away a few inches. “I’ve never.”

  “Really?”

  Kneeling beside me, she shook her head, and her open-eyed expression made me believe her. She wasn’t just saying what she thought a good girl should say.

  “Spread your legs,” I told her. “Now take your finger and slide it down. Find that place in the front that I rubbed. Your clit.”

  She sucked a long breath through her nose, her chest rising and her belly heaving like she was gathering courage. Then, after that slight pause, she did as I asked, running her finger down over her belly, through her blonde bush and between her legs.

  Her finger stroked tentatively. “It doesn’t… I’m not sure…”

  “Let me help.” I turned onto my side, then, putting my hand over hers, I guided her index finger, helping her push aside her slippery folds to expose her clit.

  “Oh!” She sucked in a sharp breath.

  I held my hand there for a few more seconds. “Now rub it, however you like, whatever feels good.”

  She moved her finger slowly, and the flush increased on her cheeks. Her body flexed, her kneeling position became less rigid, and then her eyes fluttered shut as she obviously started to enjoy the self-inflicted sensations.

  Taking my cock in my hand, I tugged, using the come from the top to add lubrication. I longed to dip between her legs to gather some her moisture, but I didn't dare distract her. Her hand was moving more urgently now, and her skin flushed pink.

  Eyes opening, her gaze focused in on my hand and my cock. She shuddered, her belly flexing and releasing, her breath turning thready as if the visual stimulation was adding to her pleasure.

  It sure as fuck was adding to mine.

  Her other hand slid onto my upper thigh, stroking my skin, pulling at the hairs there and upping the intensity.

  Fuck, this was hot.
r />   I decreased the pressure of my hand, wanting to make this last. Wanting this moment to last forever. Wanting to keep myself from grabbing her and ramming my cock inside her this instant.

  She looked deeply into my eyes, so deeply it felt like the first time I’d even been seen by a woman. Lips parted, she panted, and in spite of my earlier intentions, my grip on my cock returned to full force, to the technique I used when I needed to come. Our gazes locked, both of us pleasuring ourselves, but the connection more intense than I’d ever felt while fucking.

  Her hand drifted up my thigh toward my package, and her eyes opened wider as she lightly fondled my balls like she knew what she was doing. My hips thrust up off the bed, my head snapping back as my neck flexed, pulling my gaze from hers.

  Her hand on my balls, mine on my cock, my dick was so hard it was hitting my abs—painfully erect and about to explode. I wanted to fuck her, fuck her slowly and gently, but how would I ever make that happen now?

  “Show me,” she said. “I want to see your ejaculation.”

  I opened my eyes. She’d shrugged off her robe and stopped masturbating. Her body now fully naked, she rose up on her knees, cupped one of her breasts as the other hand cupped my balls. She looked into my eyes. I couldn’t take it.

  With a few final hard pumps from my hand, I came, my ass contracting, my hips bucking involuntarily as I shot my load and it landed all over my chest.

  When my eyes opened, she was smiling, and her finger tentatively touched the come on my chest. “It’s warm.”

  “It came from inside me.”

  She nodded, like this was some kind of science lesson, and then her fingers softly landed on my now flaccid cock. “It’s different now.”

  “That’s how it looks most of the time.”

  “When you’re not aroused, you mean.”

  “When I’m not around you.”

  A soft smile crossed her lips, making me want to kiss her even more than usual, so I drew her down and ravaged her mouth, lacing my fingers through her hair, soft as corn silk, and holding her head right where I wanted, right where I could take her mouth in the way I’d wanted to take her pussy.

  If only I could kiss her like this forever. If only we could live our lives in this room, in this bed, if only my tongue could take up residence between her lips. If only my cock could. I groaned.

  Given how she’d grown up, Faith’s bravery, her curiosity, her open, nonjudgmental attitude were the biggest proof I’d ever seen of miracles.

  Her hand slid over my chest, and I remembered the come.

  “I should wash off,” I said, breaking our kiss.

  “Okay.” Her fingers drifted to her lips, red and swollen and bruised—bruised by mine—and I wondered how I could ever get enough of this woman. Would getting inside her be enough? How could it be enough?

  “Come with me.” I sat and slid to the edge of the bed, reaching back my hand for her.

  She took it and followed me into the bathroom.

  Her hands self-consciously wrapped over her body, and I fiddled with the switches until I found a setting where the only light in the bathroom was a soft glow from under the base of the tub.

  She sat on the edge of the tub, as if planning to watch me shower, but I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the stall with me. She squealed when the warm stream of water struck her back, and I guided us under the huge rainfall, the head high enough to take my height.

  We kissed under its stream, and then I tucked her legs up around me, loving how she felt in my arms, her breasts crushed against my body, her hands exploring my back and neck and hair. Water mingled with our kisses as we made out in the rain.

  I backed up to sit on the bench, keeping her legs wrapped around me. One hand supporting her back, I fondled her breasts with the other, loving how she sighed when I tweaked her wet nipples, so I bent to take a sweet tip into my mouth.

  I needed to taste Faith’s pussy. Now. I needed to fuck her with my tongue. The only thing I wanted more was to fuck her with my dick, but although my cock was stirring, I was glad to wait.

  I stood. Not even bothering to turn off the shower, never mind grab towels, I carried her back into the bedroom. Laying her crosswise on the bed, I knelt beside it.

  “What?” She lifted her head, but I was not in the mood for talking.

  Putting her legs over my shoulders, I impatiently tugged her to the bed’s edge, parted her folds with my fingers, and flicked her clit with my tongue.

  “Oh!” She bucked and reached down. “Oh! That’s not right… You shouldn’t…”

  “Don’t do this?” I did it again, flicking back and forth. I sucked her clit into my mouth, then released it. “Do you want me to stop? Because I will if that’s what you want—”

  “Never mind…” she said on an long exhale. “Don’t stop. Please.”

  She’d said the magic words, and so I devoured her pussy, alternating between long strokes through her folds and sucking on her clit, loving how her body responded to each of my actions. Every muscle in her body flexed and shook, and her little sighs and moans replaced any attempt she made at talking. She was so wet and turned on, ready to come again—maybe even ready for full penetration.

  But this was about her, not me, so I kept things varied, hoping I could stretch this out, keep her cresting for hours.

  Folding my tongue, I pushed it inside her. She gasped and I so did it again, then again and again, plunging my stiffened tongue through her sensitive opening, loving the taste of her, loving her response, loving every fucking moment.

  I hadn’t been with a virgin since Ashley Chan, back in high school, but Ash hadn’t responded like this. Not by half. My technique had likely improved over time, but it wasn’t just that. It was more. Faith was very sexual. And it seemed a crime for her to be celibate.

  But that was what she wanted, so I sure as shit planned to give her a lifetime of sexual experiences while I had the chance.

  Moving back to her clit, I sucked on it as I slipped my index finger inside her. She grabbed onto my hair, pulling, then kneading my skull as I rammed my finger and sucked harder on her clit. Could she take another finger? There was only one way to find out.

  I pulled nearly out, then added my middle finger, slowly sliding the tips of both fingers inside her. Her body arched in response, and she moaned, lifting her hips, but then pushing forward as if trying to help me.

  I didn’t need more encouragement.

  I pumped my fingers, loving how her pussy relaxed to accommodate the width and then tightened its hold as if wanting my digits to linger longer inside her. Resting my other palm on her belly, I plunged as sweat rose on her chest and belly. She tipped back her head on the soft duvet, raising her throat and chest.

  Varying my speed and depth, I continued to finger her, tongue her, suck her, and lick her until she was so sensitive that my exhales over her sex made her moan. I could do this all night, but I knew it was time. I pressed both fingers inside together and pumped, stroking her walls, hoping I was hitting her g-spot, and was rewarded as her breaths came even faster.

  Sensing she was close, I took her clit in my mouth to create some hard suction.

  A cry erupted from her lips and her body tensed, her legs tightening and pressing against my ears as her pussy spasmed, pulsing on my fingers. She pounded her fists on the bed as I continued to finger-pump her, continued to suck and flick her clit. I wanted to let her ride this wave as long as it lasted.

  And boy how it lasted. I’d never seen a woman come so hard for so long. Her hips writhed, her back convulsed, then her pubic bone smashed into my nose, nearly stunning me.

  “Oh, I can’t. Mac. Oh. Mac.” Her hips were raised, she could barely speak, and so I slowed my pace, holding my fingers nearly still to absorb the few final aftershocks as my tongue slowly circled her clit.

  Her body collapsed boneless into the bed, and I slowly slipped out my fingers and kissed her inner thighs as I rubbed her legs. Then I rose up to kiss
her soft belly, her breasts, and then finally and softly I reclaimed her lips.

  She hooked her arm around my neck, and her chest heaved under my touch as she came down from the orgasmic high.

  If she was high, I was drunk. Drunk on this woman I hadn’t even properly fucked. And the more time we spent together, the more I knew if I didn’t fuck her, and soon, I was certain to die.

  For a long time, we lay on the bed, her snuggled into my body. I was exhausted, yet still so ready for more. Even if I had an entire week in bed with this woman, I wouldn’t want to stop, wouldn’t want to sleep or eat or drink. I had to admit I was hungry, but I could do without food way longer than I could go without holding Faith in my arms.

  “Does lust—does sex—always feel that good?” she asked, still breathless.

  I ran my fingers lightly over her back. “That’s a complicated question.”

  “Why?” She shifted and looked into my eyes. My head was propped up on a pillow, my folded arm crooked around my neck, and the lights from the windows danced a pattern over her skin to make the moment magical.

  “Yeah, I guess the physical act of sex always feels great.” I traced my fingers over her ribs. “At least on some level. But it’s better when you’re with the right person.”

  Her expression changed for an instant, then returned to a contented smile. “Thank you for showing me how good it can feel.”

  “Believe me, it felt good for me, too.” I hadn’t ever felt so much pleasure, even while fucking. When we did fuck, my head was going to explode.

  She stroked my chest. “You don’t need to say that.”

  “Faith.” I ran my hand from the back of her head to cup her chin. “I am not just saying that. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard.” I shook my head. “And we haven’t even…”

  “Had sexual intercourse.”

  “Yeah. That.”

  My fingers played with the hair at the back of her neck.

  “If you want,” she said softly, “you can do it to me now.”

  My dick pulsed. “Baby.” I kissed the top of her head. “When we do it, I hope we’ll be doing it together. Not just me doing it to you. It’s better that way.”