Wilde Brothers

by Bella Court

  "It doesn't hurt." It was nothing compared to how torn she was feeling on the inside.

  "Still, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I just…fuck. It doesn't even matter. I swear its not going to happen again." He told her fervently, and inside, Kristen was glad. Glad that he wasn't going to give an excuse. She was sick of excuses.

  "I know,” she replied, gently scraping her nails against his scalp, something that would usually drive him crazy, but right now, he was too distressed in causing her pain to be aroused.

  "Did I hurt you anywhere else?" Connor demanded. Calmly, Kristen took Connor's face into her hands, and bending down, she placed her lips directly over his, and murmured against his lips, "No, you didn't hurt me."

  His eyes were so hypnotizing. The stormy swirls of gray reminded her of an ocean, and it soothed her sorrows.

  The vibrations coming from his lips finally awoke him to their extremely close position. Here, she was, sitting on the edge of his desk. Somehow, she had managed to get right in front of him, and was gently cupping the sides of his face in her hands, and as she spoke, she stared deeply into his eyes, her light brown eyes sad. She was so close that he could see the icy drops of tears that still clung to the fine strands of her eyelashes.

  "You've been crying,” Connor said softly, their lips still pressed together, so that every time they spoke, it was a series of lightly erotic kisses.

  "A little," Kristen admitted, their lips were still firmly placed together, but neither had initiated a full out kiss. Instead, their hands were now roaming one another's bodies. Her cropped Marc Jacobs jacket had been removed. Her hands were now working on his tie, and his hands were gently caressing her waist.

  "Are you going to tell me why?" Connor huskily replied, his hand slipping underneath her blouse to caress the tender flesh beneath.

  "Not today,” she had enough of the talking. As his mouth opened to reply, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, gently caressing and coaxing him to reply. She didn't have to wait long.

  Moving down from her spot on the desk, she sat in his lap, straddling him in the chair. Connor let out a low moan, as her weight pressed down upon him. Her lithe body molded to his perfectly, as she finally got rid of his tie. There was no rush, just the slowly building need that was growing inside of the both of them.

  Soon, her blouse was discarded, leaving her in her lacy black bra and her pencil skirt, which was currently pushed up around her hips. He was looking similarly disheveled, with his jacket thrown across the ground, and his shirt unbuttoned. Her fingers were flirting dangerously with the edge of his pants, and as her lips left his to trail small, pleasurable kisses along the strong edge of his jaw, Connor could feel his need for her grow by the second.

  There was something wrong with her, he knew. That melancholy look in her eyes, the small lilt of her mouth, and that wistful smile she had given him, but he wanted her so bad, it didn't matter. Unless…it was about John.

  Firmly and almost angrily, he pulled her back by the shoulders, and she let out a quick gasp at how cold she was now that she didn't have his warm body firmly against her own.

  "Stop," he told her, trying hard to keep his voice calm. Which was difficult, considering how softly her body was pressed to his hard one. "Tell me right now what's wrong with you."

  With a puzzled look on her face, she replied, "Nothing,” she leaned in towards him once more, but he stopped her.

  "If this is about John, you can fucking turn around and leave right now. I am not–"

  He was silenced, when she rocked her hips against his, to gain his attention. Unbidden, a moan escaped from his lips. It was getting increasingly difficult to think now that the blood was rushing away from his head to other places.

  "This isn't about John." Kristen was surprised with how much truth that statement held. It wasn't about John, anymore. This whole thing was way bigger than him. Right now, she needed that feeling of closeness. She needed that pleasure and mindless sensation that came with sex. She wanted to feel needed by someone else as much as she needed them.

  She didn't love Connor, and she knew for a fact, he didn't love her either. But they wanted each other, and that was enough, for now. With him, she felt that spark of chemistry and need that she hadn't felt in so long.

  "If you call me his fucking name ever again…" Connor said tersely, his face suddenly hard and unrelenting.

  "This isn't about John," Kristen repeated, more assuredly. Connor lifted a skeptical eyebrow, and he had to bite back the surge of loathing that had suddenly come up for his brother. It was always about John. There was never a moment between them that didn't scream his damn name.

  As if reading his thoughts, Kristen disentangled her arms from his grasp, and leaned in closer. Tenderly, with a softer touch than he thought imaginable, she cupped his face in her hands, and stared deeply into his silvery eyes.

  "I need this, and I need you, Connor." There it was. That look in her eyes. That hauntingly sad look in her eyes that showed her sincerity and softness. It took his breath away. She was enthralling, spontaneous, and amazing. He didn't love her, but he wanted her more than anyone else he had ever met in his life.

  "Say my name again," Connor breathed, as she lowered her lips to his.

  "Connor,” she whispered huskily, just before her lips touched his in a burning kiss. Her fingers moved down to unbutton his pants, and she slid them down, her fingers burning a trailing path.

  "Again," he repeated, as he stood, lifting her against him, placing her on his desk.

  "Connor,” she moaned, as he licked and sucked at the nape of her neck. The desk was cool and hard against her back, and Connor towered over her, his hot body covering hers with his burning heat. It was an electrifying sensation. She repeated his name in between moans and gasps, never once thinking of John or Melissa.

  As he gently pushed her down onto the floor, Kristen smiled and touched his face. She felt his mouth on her breast and his hand on her stomach, making her glow and burn. As he nudged her thighs apart, she knew that in the next few moments, she would forget everything but his touch.

  Part of her still wondered if she could allow a man to make her feel vulnerable and so need of comfort. But it the sensation of his wet tongue felt so exquisite, and when she looked up at him, there was such misty softness in his intense gaze, that she closed her eyes and surrendered completely.

  "So beautiful..." he murmured, his fingers stroking her inside while his thumb circled her aching bud. As her fever rose higher, she felt him lick her bud, and heard him say, "I want to see your face when you come..." and then she was past the point of no return, writhing and crying out his name. Within seconds, the glow inside her came back, even more powerful this time.

  After minutes of unbearable pleasure, Kristen wanted nothing more than to pleasure him. She rolled him onto his back and circled her tongue around his hardening nipple and teased it with gentle bites, rolling the other one between her fingers before she moved her mouth over it. She savored the slightly tangy taste of him, the heat of skin, his response to her and soon, he was gasping and lifting his hips, trying to rub against her.

  Slowly, she kissed her way down his chest and his rock hard abs, and then pressed her lips to the moist tip of his cock. As he cried out hoarsely, Kristen wondered if he had other women. She realized that she didn't like to imagine anyone else seeing him like this, so out of control, so lost to pleasure ... so beautiful. Did that mean she… Brushing the thought aside, she bent her head down, flicking her tongue along his shaft a few times before taking him in her mouth.

  After, a few minutes, all he wanted was to be inside her. He gently moved her on top of him and kissed and nipped at her belly, still working his wonders on her with his hand. He leaned over until his lips touched the silken flesh of her breast, his tongue tasting the sweet skin, and he swore as the taste of her exploded against his tongue. She shuddered under him and tilted her head back, giving him better access. Connor nipped and kissed along her
mound and up all the way to her jaw, making his way to her ear. She inhaled sharply as he nipped on her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth.

  His arm snaked around and under her back, lifting her easily to him. Connor pulled her head back and covered her lips with his own. Another shudder rushed through, and then her hands were twining in his hair, pulling at the thick strands, and pulling his lips harder against hers.

  His lips moved down unerringly searching for her tight, too-sensitive nipples. She moaned and arched in his arms as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. His lips drew on the tender tip as his thigh pressed between her legs, and within seconds she was pressing the aching sweet flesh between her thighs into the heavy muscle of his leg and riding it almost frantically as he sucked at her. She whimpered as his teeth raked over her nipple before he sucked it back, hard and hot, his tongue lashing over it like a fiery whip.

  His lips still ravishing her tender nipples, first one, then the other, growling with hunger and heat as his hand cupped between her thighs. His fingers parted the barely there curl-covered folds between her thighs and a second later, one broad long finger was piercing her core.

  Her tender muscles clenched desperately around his caressing finger as she panted and moaned, her head thrashing. Connor was panting himself as he lifted his mouth from a reddened nipple and met her eyes.

  "You're so damn hot and tight, Kristen."

  Her hips jerked as his finger pulled back, then stroked back inside her again. One long thrust had her gasping and arching in his arms, her thighs falling farther apart, her hips lifting for a deeper penetration.

  She whimpered and cried out as her fingers dug into his scalp as his tongue licked over her nipple. She cried out as another finger joined the first, thrusting inside her, parting her flesh that was slick, hot, and yearning. His lips covered hers again as her hips lifted, arched as she bucked against him, writhing beneath his much larger body as his fingers fucked into her, loosening her tight muscles for his much larger cock.

  He devoured her mouth as his tongue explored every inch, rubbing erotically against hers and even swiping the roof of her mouth. His lips were firm over hers, opening her mouth wider to his more dominate side. Connor removed his fingers from her warmth so he could trail his rough fingertips across her skin as he lightly explored the soft flesh. She moaned into his mouth as he once again cupped her breast and squeezed. He tore his mouth away from hers and once more trailed down her jaw to her collarbone. Her nipple puckered even more and grew tighter. She moaned and whimpered as his fingers brushed back and forth across her nipples.

  “I can't get enough of you," he growled and her eyes opened to look at him.

  Kristen slowly groaned as she closed her eyes when his breath fanned across her breast. He opened his mouth and licked a nipple with his tongue. She moaned low and her grip on his hair tightened. It only fueled him more. She gasped when his mouth closed over breast. His tongue moved, sliding quickly back and forth across her taut nipple. She moaned, arching her breast into his mouth.

  "I want you inside of me," she demanded. His teeth gently raked across her skin above and below her nipple and that grip on his hair tightened once more.

  His mouth moved to capture her other breast and another moan tore from her throat. Connor didn't tease her breast, he sucked it hard into his mouth, using his tongue and teeth against her. She liked it the way he liked it. Rough and wild.

  The hand he held behind her back pressed her in more into him and she whimpered from the small assault. Connor lowered his hand and cupped her butt and squeezed.

  "Baby, please, " she begged him. The words were whispered and barely audible. Connor didn't want nicknames coming from her mouth. He wanted his name. He didn't understand why, but he didn't question it either.

  He kissed his way down to her flat belly, giving her quick nips and licks as he made his way down her small form. Connor settled himself between her thighs and took a deep breath. "God you smell delicious," he said. She smelled dangerous and innocent all wrapped up in one glorious package.

  Big strong hands gripped her hips and then her knees, gently nudging her into the position he wanted. Her heels on the bed, legs spread wide apart. His gaze fixed on her exposed pussy, a growl leaving his throat. She was exquisite. She was pink, flushed, and swollen, she was covered in her juices and it was running to the crack of her buttocks and on the bed. She was so turned on.

  She gasped when he pushed against her knees to widen her legs even more. He leaned in closer until he was sure she could feel his breath against her most sensitive flesh. His hands were gentle as he spread her labia to expose even more of her to his eyes. Another growl tore from his throat as his tongue swiped her clit.

  "Just fuck me, please," she continued to urge. But Connor wanted her to know he was in control of her. Not the other way round.

  Her fingers clawed the bedding as he started to lick her in rapid, long strokes. She tensed hard, her back arched, and she would have slammed her legs closed but his broad muscular shoulders held her pinned open and his hands held her labia spread to expose her clit. Connor swirled his tongue around her nubbin before going back to broad strokes. She screamed in pleasure and arched up. He held her down when her hips started to rise from the mattress.

  The climax tore through her almost brutally and she cried out. She gasped then when his tongue suddenly lowered to the opening of her sex. His tongue breached her body as he parted her channel. Her muscles were still twitching and contracting with her release and his hands slid under her tight ass, lifting her from the bed a few inches to give him a deeper penetration.

  She whimpered and called out, "Oh, that feels so good." He wanted to hear her scream his name.

  He growled deep in response and his tongue moved inside her, in and out, before it withdrew completely. He needed to be inside her. Now. His cock was pounding and the only release it was going to get was deep inside her tight sheath.

  He was thick and incredibly hard and as he stood up his cock throbbed and curved upwards toward his stomach. After grabbing and donning on a condom, he lowered himself over her, her body pinned flat under him with his weight on her to keep her where he wanted her. Connor knew her tight muscles would stretch to accommodate his size and she was wet from her orgasm. His lips lowered, stealing her breath and the whimper that escaped. As his tongue entered her lips, he pressed the head of his cock against the swollen folds of her pussy.

  He rose up. "Kristen, look at me." His voice was unrecognizable to his own ears, but she opened her eyes.

  Between her thighs, her legs were draped over his thighs, spread wide, her hips angled to the thick spear of flesh pressing into her. She watched as the wet folds of her pussy parted, separating for his cock, hugging the wide crest as he pressed closer, penetrating her tender opening, and he groaned with hoarse primal pleasure.

  "You feel so good," he murmured.

  Kristen whimpered as her body began to stretch to accommodate his intrusion. She shook her head against the pillow she lay on, dazed and turned on. She moaned but still she didn't scream his name. She continued to watch as the wide crest disappeared inside her.

  "Easy, babe." He held her tight as her hips twisted. A deeper stroke, a hard, filling thrust. "You're too tight, Kristen. You want to go slow?" he asked teasingly, not really serious. There was no way he would be able to take this slow.

  She shook her head. “I won't break."

  His cock surged with those three little words and his hips bucked, piercing her another inch before he could control the impulse. Connor was buried halfway inside her, but he pulled back quickly, his muscles bunching as he gripped her hips and plunged inside her again. All the way this time.

  Kristen arched to him, her hips jerked writhed, undulated to the stretching, the pleasure-pain and ecstatic sensations whipping through her.

  "You like that?" he asked against her ear. She whimpered and bucked against him.

  Hard hands held her beneath him, his hips
thrust and churned, his hardness plunged inside her. Her hands latched onto his wrists as he held her hips, her gaze locking with his. She shuddered beneath him, her hands sliding up his arms, reaching for his face.

  "Please," she whined.

  A hollow groan left his throat as he loomed over her, his lips covering her nipple as Kristen’s eyes slid shut and her head fell back. His lips sucked at her nipple and with hands latched in her hair, he plunged his hips, sending the thick length of his cock deeper into her hot pussy.

  Her hips flexed beneath him, arching to him as he fucked her with mindless hunger, taking her with dominant strength. The muscles of her pussy continued to stretch as he fucked her; first with slow, easy thrusts then fast hard thrusts that sent her surging upward.

  He could feel her silky wet juices gathering inside, coating his cock with liquid heat and lubricating each heavy thrust inside her. Delicate muscles clamped on his member, stroking over him with a tight-fisted grip, and it nearly sent him over the edge. She was so fucking tight, he could feel pleasure in places he never knew existed.

  Connor pushed inside her, again, deep, forcing himself to slow down, to make her feel as his cock throbbed inside her. He hissed as he gave another thrust and she whimpered in response.

  He flexed inside her again, feeling the head of his cock stroking her, the crown positioned just right to notch the flared, stiffened edge into her G-spot. Connor stroked her internally, watching her eyes darken as they slid open and met his, her face still flushed.

  He couldn't come yet, not yet, not until those little ripples around his cock began to clench and spasm in release. Connor felt her legs lifting, her body melting into his and she whimpered again. he was buried inside her, fiery hot and thick.

  As those tight little muscles began to ripple around his cock signaling her orgasm, he plunged hard and fast then he pulled out and plunged again. Over and over, harder and harder until she was screaming in mindless pleasure. She held onto him, her arms wrapped around his neck tight as she shuddered through each spasm of pleasure. He looked into her eyes as he felt his own release tearing through him. She looked back at him, her eyes screaming for him to not stop and she whimpered as his hand tightened painfully in her hair.