Mr. Red (The Case Brothers Book 3) Page 6

  He sits back on his heels, and I’m amazed to see his cock still full. I’m sure I go bug-eyed, because he lets out a low laugh. “I told you we’re just getting started.” He gives himself a stroke, and fuck if his cock doesn’t firm up. “I can see your hot little cunt is ready for attention.” I can only whimper when he pulls his cock over my sensitized clit. “Fuck, Alison, you’re so wet.” He rubs at me, and god help me, I want it. I want it filling me up. I rub shamelessly against him like a cat in heat. “Ahh, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he grunts, not stopping. “But you feel so fucking good.”

  All my sister Kimmie’s warnings sound in my head. All the education about unprotected sex, about how men will say anything to get into your pants, but fuck if Nico doesn’t make me want to take a walk on the wild side. I’ve never had unprotected sex. Tommy never trusted my birth control, and insisted we use condoms on the rare occasion we’d have sex. Looking back, that should have been a red-flag from the get-go. But I was young and dumb… and desperate. This time, my desperation only comes from a need to release. And it’s turned me into a depraved lunatic with only one goal. “I’m on the pill,” I blurt.

  Yep, I’ve lost my mind.

  But ask me if I care, because I’m burning up with lust.

  Above me, Nico freezes.

  “I’m clean and haven’t had a partner in two years.”

  “Two years?” comes his strangled reply.

  My face burns, but before I can lose myself in a sea of shame, he shakes his head with a laugh that borders on rueful. “It’s been nearly a year for me.”

  “But you’re-”

  “Married. Was. But we can wait until we have condoms,” he offers, still stroking my clit with his cock and making it difficult to speak, let alone think.

  My chest grows tight. Nico Case is an asshole, a taker. He doesn’t have a thoughtful bone in his body. Against my will, his offer touches me. And simultaneously scares the shit out of me, because it would be all too easy to fall for a nicer version of Nico. I shake my head, pushing the thoughts into a deep dark corner of my psyche to examine later. “Fucking. Now,” I growl, thrusting my hips.

  At the same time, he pushes into me with a guttural moan. “Jeezus,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “You’re so fucking tight. So hot.”

  I am the new hotness, I remind myself as he pushes deeper inside me, filling me up, stretching me until I think I might split. “You’re. So. Big,” I gasp in between breaths. I’m an addict. There is no way I will ever get enough of this sensation, his weight pressing me into the bed, his rock hard ass underneath my hands, as he goes deeper with each thrust.

  He drops his head, kissing the hollow between my neck and my collarbone. “I’m going to fuck you slowly, angel,” he says thrusting into the heart of me, then slowly pulling out and stroking my clit in the process.

  I’m practically there, and it only takes a few strokes before my orgasm builds to bursting, and crashes over me in a cascade of rainbow sparkles behind my eyes. But he doesn’t stop, he keeps up his slow and steady pace, through each wave of nerve numbing tingles. Then, he does something entirely unexpected. He pulls my thighs wider, and slips his hands beneath my ass, squeezing. “Lift your hips,” he orders.

  I obey, and nearly see stars. The angle hits the deepest part of me, and an uncontrollable ache builds somewhere deep in my belly as he thrusts harder, faster. I feel like I’m falling, like I’m going to break apart, explode into little atoms. I cry out, words incoherent. I’m flying, I’m crashing. I register his voice joining mine, his fingers squeezing into my ass hard enough to leave marks, but I feel no pain, only white light emanating from my womb. And when the second orgasm hits with the ferocity of a runaway train, I shout, losing myself in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

  Chapter Ten

  Nico

  I collapse onto Alison, utterly spent. We both must have dozed, because the clock shows eleven p.m. when I glance over to her bedside table. I kiss her temple, and her eyes flutter open. I like her this way, soft-eyed, full mouth curved into a smile, body soft beneath me. I could get dangerously used to this. I push the thought from my head. Alison doesn’t even like me, and she’s way to bossy for me. Still… I can’t help but wonder what she’s like underneath the hard exterior she’s clearly erected around herself.

  “Shower?”

  She nods. “You go first.”

  I push up onto my elbows. “Hell, no. You’re coming with me.”

  Panic flits across her face. “I-I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  “Clearly, you’ve never had shower sex.”

  “Shower sex?” she repeats. “Is that even a thing?”

  I nod.

  “But- logistics,” she protests. “I’m five-two. I’m pretty sure we don’t line up.”

  “Creativity trumps logistics,” I say with a dark chuckle. I see desire flicker in her eyes, warring with indecision. A knot in my chest loosens when I see desire win out. “You want me to show you?”

  She gives a shy nod, and awareness shoots through me. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been laid in too damned long, but I can’t get enough of her. My cock thickens where it rests between her thighs.

  “C’mon.” I push off the bed, not missing the way her eyebrows shoot skyward when she catches sight of my cock bobbing, hungry for more. I offer my hand, and she accepts my help off the bed. I pull her into the bathroom and turn on the faucet. The shower couldn’t be more perfect for two people. Not only is the shower head one of those large, fancy rain shower discs, ensuring enough stream for the both of us, there’s a built-in bench at the far end, which currently holds a myriad of shampoos and body washes, but will be perfect for other, more dirty uses. But first things first. I pull her into the hot water, and take a minute to soap up a washcloth. I rub her from head to toe, paying extra attention to the places I’ve discovered drive her wild. In moments, she’s panting and flushed, pupils so wide her eyes are black. Her enthusiasm only eggs me on.

  It’s been ages, since before I married Veronica- since before she lost our child, that sex has been an adventure in pleasure. I’ve often wondered if Ronnie set me up from the beginning. I was obsessed with hitting my older brother Jason where I thought he was most vulnerable. Yet ever since the ink dried on the divorce papers, I can’t help but think Ronnie’s end game was our family’s fortune, however she could get it, and I was too hellbent on revenge to see the signs. Never again.

  “Turn around,” I say roughly. “Hands on the bench.”

  She complies, then looks over her shoulder. “Like this?”

  Oh fuck, yes. Her pussy, crimson and swollen, peeks out from between her plump ass cheeks. “Spread your legs wider.” I reach forward to graze a finger over her heated flesh. It comes away coated in her sex. She wiggles her ass with a whimper. “You want more?” I ask, finding her clit. She’s slippery with arousal, and makes a pleading noise in her throat. I find her entrance, and push in with a finger, stroking her g-spot until she cries out, clenching her walls around my finger. “You want my cock in here, sweetheart? Filling up your cunt?” She nods vigorously, hips rolling like a fucking exotic dancer. Water runs in rivulets down her back, and I’m overcome with the need to mark her with my seed, to see my come run off her the same way the water does. I remove my finger, and grab her hips, thrusting into her in one quick, hard movement. Something unspools in my chest as soon as I’m fully seated in her tight heat. I wrap a hand around her waist, seeking and finding her clit, hard and slippery, and I begin to pump, first deep hard thrusts, then quick movements, changing it up as soon as she finds a rhythm. She pushes back into me with a moan of frustration and I slow, focusing on teasing her clit. I spread my legs, bracing myself against the sides of the shower, and bending so I cover her, so her heat becomes my heat. I stroke and thrust paying attention to every sound Alison makes, every catch of her breath, and soon, I can tell she’s close. “Are you close?” I want to make sure.

  “So close,” she says tightly.

  I drop my head and bite along her shoulder. She squeals, then comes with a shudder, bearing down on my cock, the contractions of her channel rippling over my cock. I nearly spill myself, but she hasn’t stopped shuddering, and I want to milk this from her, give her every last drop of pleasure. Fire licks up the back of my legs, tension spooling at the base of my spine, drawing my balls tight, coiling for release. I feel it coming, and pull out, letting go with a harsh cry and lashing her back in thick, white spurts of come. It’s a beautiful sight, Alison’s lower back and ass covered with my seed.

  She looks back over her shoulder with a satisfied grin. “You’re a dirty asshole,” she says with a giggle that’s so adorable, I want to take her again, right here in the shower. But we’re running out of hot water, and I want to clean her off again. Only it doesn’t quite go as I planned. We linger in the shower until it freezes us out, then we tumble out with a laugh. She grabs a towel and takes my hand, leading me back to the bedroom, where she spreads the towel on the bed. “I’m not done yet,” she says, with a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.

  “Oh?” Her tone of voice has my cock swelling even though I just fucked her silly.

  She pushes me to sit on the edge of the bed, and drops her head, sliding her tongue across my shoulder, and down across my pec to nip at my nipple. An electric jolt goes straight to my balls. She nips again, and my cock bobs, thick and hard now. Her mouth keeps going lower, tracing my abs with her tongue, and teasing around the head of my cock when she reaches it.

  “Jeezus, you don’t know what you do to me,” I groan. “Your mouth is the hottest fucking thing.”

  “I thought you said my cunt was,” she giggles, breath skating over me, sensitizing my skin.

  She takes me fully into her mouth, tongue lapping at my shaft as my crown bumps the back of her throat. My eyes roll into the back of my head when she swallows. All I can do is make incoherent sounds and run my fingers through her silky dark hair. I want this to go on forever, and it’s only with superhuman effort, I gently pull her off my cock. Tonight is about giving her all the orgasms, but I’m already thinking about when and where we can do this again, because fuck. Her eyes fill with confusion. “What? Was I bad?”

  “Fuck, no.” I grit, and scoot farther back on the bed, pulling her on top of me. “Your mouth, and your cunt are fucking incredible. But I want a taste of these.”

  I palm her breast, loving how the flesh spills out of my hand, and a draw a nipple into my mouth, tonguing it into a hard peak, pulling and licking at it, while she slides her slick pussy back and forth along my cock. “I really like that,” she admits shyly, and again I’m struck by the funny feeling in my chest her words create.

  “Do you like this, too?” I ask, adjusting her hips so that she slides onto my cock. It’s sweet relief to be engulfed in her tight heat. She nods, mouth forming into an O. “Ride me however you want, angel.” And fuck if she doesn’t take me at my word. She rocks and rolls, tits bouncing gently as she takes me fully. It’s a beautiful sight, her luscious curvy body pink from our shower and from her arousal, her dark areolas puckering around hard nubs. I take one into my mouth, pleasuring her however I can. My blood runs heavy and slow, thick with craving for this woman. Only fucking will slake the deep need she’s triggered inside me. Only seeing her repeatedly come apart will satisfy my craven thirst for her. And come apart she does, like an asteroid burning a path across the night sky, flaring brightly, breaking into pieces and floating down to meet the ground. She contracts around me, milking me dry as I follow her into the abyss. My mind goes blank as I drive into her, emptying every last drop of come into her womb.

  She collapses against me with a deep, satisfied sigh, and I’m struck with the realization that I could stay like this all night- legs tangled, bodies slick with sweat, in the barely conscious haze that invariably comes with mind-blowing orgasms. Which means, I need to force myself up and out of here. Right now. Alison raises her head, a bemused smile flickering at the corner of her mouth. We speak at the same time.

  “I should go.”

  “You need to go.”

  What? I’m the one who’s supposed to make that call. I’m the one in charge here. I stare at her, dumbfounded.

  “I mean it,” she reiterates. “It’s time for you to go.”

  “To the couch?”

  Her smile spreads, making her eyes crinkle. “Unless you have some other place you’re planning on sleeping.”

  “Yeah. Right here.” I don’t like being dismissed like this, and I wonder briefly if this is how it felt to the myriad of girls I sent home with a ‘see you around’ and a pat on the ass in the years before I hooked up with Veronica.

  Her mouth quirks, and she shakes her head with a breathy laugh. “Nope. Sorry, I need my beauty sleep and that means going to bed alone.”

  “But it’s the middle of the night,” I protest. I can’t believe I’m arguing. I should get up and strut down the hall, showing her what she’s going to be missing by kicking me out.

  “All the more reason.” She pushes herself up and off the bed, gliding to the bathroom, ass swaying as if kicking me out is the most natural thing in the world. “Do you need anything?” she calls from the bathroom over the sound of the faucet. “A toothbrush? An extra blanket?”

  No. I need her back in bed, soft body curled into mine. But I know when to concede defeat, and I’ve definitely lost this battle. I rise and stalk to the bathroom, coming to stand behind her. She catches my eye in the mirror, and watches captivated as I trail fingers down her spine. In the mirror, I see her nipples rise and harden. A shiver ripples down her back, and I bring my mouth to the sensitive spot where her neck melts into her shoulder. Her breath hitches, and I glance to the mirror again, her teeth have clamped down on that beautifully plump lower lip. “Good night, angel.”

  My cock is thick and hard when I step away, and I pause long enough for her to catch a glimpse in the mirror of what she’s missing. “Sweet dreams,” I say with a laugh as I turn and head for the couch.

  Chapter Eleven

  Alison

  I wake up late. And pleasantly sore. The kind of sore that makes me stretch like a satisfied cat, and regret kicking Nico out of my bed in the middle of the night. Almost… because if he was naked in bed next to me… I roll over with a sigh. There’s too much work to be done today, and the crew will be here in less than an hour.

  I rise and get dressed. My nipples ache, and I’ve got bruises across the tops of my breasts and along the inside of my thighs where Nico feasted on my flesh. Maybe it’s juvenile, and certainly depraved, but I like wearing the reminder of our no-holds-barred sexcapades. I want more. The temptation to march down the hall and climb on top of him is real. But this can’t happen again. Ever. Declan would fire me for starters, and no matter how Nico might hint that he’s different, somehow. I know he’s not. I mean, Jeezus, the guy knocked up his brother’s fiancé, then married her. Who does that kind of shit?

  Assholes.

  Degenerates.

  Surely not nice guys who wouldn’t mind settling down someday with a chubby half Asian girl with brains too big for her skull, and a mouth that doesn’t know when to stop.

  I step into the hall, shutting the door quietly behind me. Nico’s snores echo down the hall, and a delightfully evil idea enters my mind. I should record him and use the footage for leverage. You never know when something like that would come in handy, especially given the kind of guy Nico Case is. But I can’t bring myself to take advantage like that. Especially when I spot that he’s cleared the table, cleaned up the kitchen, and put last night’s unfinished meal in the fridge. Who does that? Definitely not assholes. It makes me uneasy when he ventures into nice-guy territory, when he does things that make him… likable.

  He’s just being a polite house-guest, I remind myself sternly. On the whole, the Case brothers are a self-interested lot, with no altruistic bones in any of their bodies, and I can’t afford to forget that for even a second. In fact, I need to be as self-interested as they are. Declan Case handed me the opportunity of a lifetime, and I need to capitalize the shit out of that. By my calculations, I should be able to buy him out in six years, five if I get lucky.

  I slip outside and cross the yard to my favorite spot, my unease dissipating as I take in the view. I need to stay focused on my goals, on my future. I pull out my phone and dial my sister. “I’ve been thinking about you all day today,” Kimmie says with a note of concern in her voice when she answers. “Is everything okay?”

  My older sister has always been psychic like that. Ever since I was a baby. She’s told me since we were little that we’re cosmically attached- she asked her parents for a baby sister for her sixth birthday, and damn if I wasn’t born on her birthday. And she’s been the best- she’s never judged me, and she has every reason to- for starters she’s as tall and slender as I am short and wide. She’s perfectly poised, and naturally, perfectly beautiful. And if that’s not enough, she’s also wildly successful- the Vice-President of branding for one of Seoul’s top cosmetics companies. There’s no competing with her because she’s perfect. She always has been, but not in an awful way, because she’s also the kindest, most generous, most caring person I know. And she’s been there for me through all of the high-school garbage, the moving away and changing my name, the gastric-bypass surgery after my divorce- everything. I love her with a fierce devotion that’s only matched by my parents.