Boys Next Door. Sommer Marsden

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       Chapter One

      It’s hard for a man to argue with you when his mouth is settled on your pussy. I was no fool and knew it to be fact, so I made sure to keep mine pressed tight to Todd’s magical mouth as he kneeled before me.

      ‘Right there,’ I said as he swept his tongue almost shyly, but with the perfect amount of pressure, over my clitoris. ‘Right. Fucking. There.’ I fisted my hands in his dark-brown hair, my purple fingernails winking in the low light through his chocolaty strands.

      ‘Not too hard,’ he hissed and the vibration shot through me.

      ‘You love it, you bitch,’ I laughed, tugging.

      He grinned, working his wicked tongue along my outer lips. ‘Shut up,’ he said. Because I was right.

      His thick fingers, fingers that worked to build decks and driveways all day long, plunged into me. The sudden burst of pressure and fullness pushed me one inch closer to coming, but I gritted my teeth and pushed my sex closer to his eager tongue. The ridge of his teeth pressed into my mound and he laughed a little.

      ‘You’re such a slut, Far –’ Todd managed right before I thrust against his too-talkative lips.

      He sucked me in then, hard and fast, and that feeling of being drawn on brought me down to a sigh. So good. So fucking good. For all of his childish and somewhat bitchy ways he was a good lover. And that, I would miss.

      His fingers drove into me, curling against my G-spot and my hips took up their own little tempo of thrusting. A rogue manoeuvre: about as controllable as breathing. I gasped, tugged his locks tighter so he winced and he pulled his fingers free of me. My punishment. Emptiness.

      ‘Oh, Todd, don’t cheat,’ I cooed, a little steel in my voice. Another sharp tug and he slid one of his slick fingers into my ass. One hard thrust and I shut up.

      ‘I’m not cheating, Far, just giving a good little slut what she likes.’

      I moaned before I could catch myself. His finger probing me so deeply in my back hole that I felt the nudge against my G-spot, being attacked from an entirely new angle. He shoved me back so my feet left the ground and I was forced to drop to the bed.

      The tables were turning. My pussy became wetter with the thought, my stomach going light, like in free fall.

      Todd clamped his mouth back on me and suckled. His tongue a swatch of wet velvet against my already hot skin. ‘The trick to my girl is to get her so worked up she’s mindless,’ he whispered.

      He meant me.

      ‘And when she’s so worked up she’s mindless. When she’s so unbelievably fucking turned on. When she is juicy and slippery and ready for anything, you give her that one sweet brutal orgasm and then …’

      ‘Then?’ I managed to say, my voice almost guttural with arousal.

      ‘Then you fuck her up that sweet little ass.’

      There was a snap of latex and he pushed my legs high, pinning my arms down at my side with manacles formed of his own strong hands. Todd drove into me, my pussy already clenching tight around him from the dirty talk. He was going to do everything he’d said. My hair whispered against the bedding, telling me secrets as I struggled not to come too soon.

      Todd moved one hand down and found my clit with his thumb, his eyes staying on my face, reading me as he fucked me. When I bit my bottom lip he pushed with his thumb and the pressure seized me. ‘Come for me, Farrell, because then I can flip you over and do what I want.’

      His eyes, heavy with leftover anger, never wavered as he continued to press my right wrist down hard and thrust deep. When he leaned over, licking a wet line along my clavicle I shivered. When he found me with his teeth and bit me, I tried to hold off. I tried really fucking hard not to come, but he bit me again and I came.

      Todd pushed into me, rotating his lean hips so that he drew every drop of pleasure from me. He found a way to twist and nudge deeper; I came again and said his name.

      ‘See, why would you want to leave a man who makes you say his name?’ he said with a chuckle, but I heard the pain under the joke.

      ‘Twenty-eight years old was the plan.’ I whispered it. We were back to this.

      ‘So what? Things change. Maybe age twenty-eight isn’t what you thought. Maybe you’re happier than you anticipated. If not now … Soon.’ He sounded angry. And needy. But he never stopped moving in me.

      I shook my head. The man wasn’t going to hear me no matter what. ‘Nope. I’m not any of those things. So twenty-eight it is going to stay. My dad bought me that house before he died and I’ve let it sit. Now it’s time to take it. The way I promised myself I would.’

      ‘Farrell,’ he growled – ready to fight, even mid-fuck.

      I shook my head and didn’t speak. He watched me, waiting for me to say something – anything.

      ‘Turn me over,’ I whispered.

      Todd grunted, knowing my tactic but powerless to say no. He pulled free and flipped me onto my belly so the air whooshed out of me in a long lazy sigh. I moved up onto my knees but kept my upper body flat. He liked it that way. Seeing me prone before him. It turned him on no end.

      I knew this. So I used it.

      ‘Fuck, Farrell. Don’t go,’ he said. His cock nudged the tender ring of my anus and I had to focus on relaxing. That first sharp bite-pinch of penetration in the ass is something I both look forward to and fear. A paradox of sex that never fails to stun me.

      I pushed back to greet him, trying to open myself to his intrusion. The entire room smelled of the beach suddenly and I couldn’t help but fight a smile. He’d backed off from me and then the gentle press of his fingertip to my ass made me chuckle.

      Todd had a thing about coconut oil for anal.

      ‘Are we on vacation?’ I teased.

      ‘About to be,’ he grunted.

      His finger delved into me and when I moaned and pushed back for more he added a second.

      ‘Nice,’ I whispered, because I couldn’t help myself.

      ‘You were a little tight.’

      He fucked me with oiled fingers and when he was able to add a third, I was on the verge of touching myself to come. The pressure in my bottom making the dull thump of arousal in my cunt almost unbearable.

      ‘There’s my girl,’ he growled and then the head of his cock, latex sheathed and warm as sunshine, pressed to my anus.

      I didn’t have time to react, he drove into me swiftly and I groaned – part pleasure, СКАЧАТЬ