Hard 5 by Stephanie Brother

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Scott is sleeping face down with his legs spread slightly and an arm up by his face. He’s left the drapes open, and the moonlight has colored his skin navy blue with highlights of gold across the rounded curve of his ass.

My hand itches to slide over his tan skin, to map all the hard planes of muscle beneath, but I don’t want to startle him.

Instead, I kneel next to his bed and stroke his scalp gently until he opens one eye just a crack.

“Melanie,” he says hoarsely. “What are you doing on the floor? Get into bed.”

He takes my hand and makes room in front of him, and I slide in, receiving his deep, passionate kisses with open arms. His leg slides in between my legs so he can grind his thigh against my ravaged pussy. My clit is swollen beyond anything it’s ever been before, and I groan at even the slightest pressure.

“My brothers have warmed you up,” he says, licking across my jaw, staring into my eyes with a flicker of mischief in his expression.

“I think I might always be warm,” I say.

“I think you might be my perfect woman.”

“That’s what all the Bradfords say.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and he snorts, nibbling my earlobe.

“Don’t get too cocky missy, or one of us will have to show you how we tame our mares.”

Slapping his bicep, I scowl. “Scott Bradford, the next time you compare me to a horse, you’ll be dealing with your own predicament.”

Between us, his predicament is pressing uncomfortably into my hip.

“Point taken, ma’am,” he laughs. “So if my brothers have warmed you up, what can I do for you?”

“Maybe I should be rewarding you for your patience.”

Scott nods thoughtfully. “I like your way of thinking. What did you have in mind?”

I play with the simple silver chain at his neck while his cock stirs against my skin. Maybe I should leave him to decide what he wants. He needs to feel in control to keep his demons at bay. “You get to decide,” I whisper against his ear.

“You’re like a genie, ready to make all my wishes come true.”

“More like a fairy godmother,” I smile. “Genies have bigger bellies.”

“So I get to choose anything…do anything I like.”

“Well…” Panicking slightly, I start to wonder about all the things he might want to do that would be outside of what I find acceptable. I might have been a virgin, but I didn’t grow up with my head under a rock. I know some people have strange kinks, and I’m not down with being degraded in any way. I don’t think that’s what Scott is into, but I don’t yet know him well enough to be sure.

“I’m not going to ask for anything you’d be uncomfortable with,” he says softly.

“What are you going to ask me?”

“Would you kneel for me?”

“Kneel?”

“On the floor, between my legs. I think watching you like that, sucking my dick, might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole goddamned life.”

Wow…that could be hot as hell, I think, but I guess I won’t really know until I try. “Okay.”

A whoosh of air leaves Scott’s lips as I slide out of bed and onto the floor. He shifts, so his legs are either side of me, holding his rock-hard cock like a nightstick in the dark. “If you want to stop, just tell me, okay?” he says.

As I shuffle closer, reaching out to take him into my hand, I don’t think I’ll want to stop.

He smells clean, with the fresh scent of whatever alpine soap he used in the shower, and when I run my tongue around the tip of his cock, I get a taste of him. Salty-sweet and hot too. His hand slides into my hair, fingers gripping with just a little bite, adding just a touch of pressure to show me what he needs. That element of control sends a frisson of arousal through me.

I look up, finding his obsidian eyes glittering in the darkness. Holding his gaze, I suck him deep into my mouth, relishing the little pulses of his cock and the way his jaw ticks as he watches me. I rest my hands on his muscular thighs, digging my fingers into his unyielding flesh, feeling the coiled power in his body built for work.

But he’s not working now. Now it’s me, swallowing down his cock, my eyes watering, and my heart thumping in my chest.

“Fuck,” he mutters, releasing me so that I can take a moment to breathe. “You look so damned fine like that.” Stroking my cheek softly, he palms his cock, teasing my bottom lip with just the tip. “Come and sit on my face,” he says.

Shaking my head, I blush at the thought of telling him why.

“You don’t want me to taste you?”

“I want this.” I lick out, flicking the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue. Then I stand, straddling this big, strong man and lowering myself onto his big, thick cock.

And I moan. I moan loud enough that all of the other men in this house can hear, at least they could if they were awake. “Fuck, Melanie,” Scott says as he rolls us over, looming over me with serious eyes and teeth gritted with restraint, and then he’s moving like a machine, pushing in so deep that an ache spreads through my belly. He manhandles me like I’m a doll that he can position exactly the way he wants, pushing my legs up and resting them over his shoulders, almost folding me in half, and it feels so good. So good that tears leak from my closed eyes and trickle into my hair.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp as his hips piston, nudging that perfect place inside me that makes me grunt like a beast. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to fucking stop,” he says, panting as he throws his whole body into working above me. Sweat slicks between us, glimmering on his chest between his deliciously rounded pecs, and I duck up to lick him, tasting the perfect saltiness of his exertion.

“Oh…oh.” I throw my head back, bearing my stretched neck to him, my breasts rising as my spine arches like a bow.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. “Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME.”

And oh my God, I do. I do. I do.

Sounds leave my lips that I don’t recognize as my own. Scott pounds into me so hard that my eyes leak more tears, and then he stiffens, body twisted with pleasure, gripping my hips so tightly that I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care.

I don’t care at all.

Because through all of this, I realize something.

I had to fall low to fly high, and now, with these five men, I’m soaring like an eagle across a bright sunlit sky.