Clearly embarrassed, she runs her fingers through her hair, her voice quiet and uncomfortable as she speaks. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it awkward. If I can at least stay tonight, I’ll find somewhere to go tomorrow.” Her cheeks are flaming, the color of cherry tomatoes as she looks anywhere but at me, and I realize she’s misinterpreted my words.

  “Whoa, Regan, slow down,” I say, my voice gentle as I approach her again, my cock still standing at full attention despite my intention to hold back. “That’s not what I meant.” I return my lips to her jawline, working my way towards her chin. “It doesn’t make me want you any less. Don’t you feel how hard I am for you?” My hips push against her, relishing her quiet gasp at the pressure.

  “Yes,” she whispers, leaning into my touch.

  “Everything is different because my goal for tonight has taken a complete turn.”

  “Oh?” Her voice quivers as I inch closer to that plump pout.

  “Yes, because now my goal is to get you off before I tuck you into bed. There will be plenty of time for me later.”

  Finally, my mouth meets hers, and I put all my attention into the kiss. Her lips carry a hint of the rich, malty flavor from the dark beer she drank. Slowly, purposefully, I move my lips against hers, her tension dissipating as her kiss becomes more self-assured.

  “Have you ever been worshipped?” I ask against her lips, and she quickly shakes her head. My hand lands back on her thigh as she shudders against me. “Do you want to be?” Her nod brings a deep growl from my throat.

  After being overlooked for so long, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure tonight is one she won’t soon forget. My fingertips dance on her leg, barely grazing the curve of her hip, and she responds with a soft whimper. “Do you like that?” I whisper, earning another eager nod from her.

  A low moan escapes her as I trace my teeth along her bottom lip, and my smile widens as I deepen the kiss, gently coaxing her lips to part. Right as my tongue finds hers, my fingertips brush against her panties.

  “Regan,” I murmur, pushing against the soaked cotton, “you didn’t tell me how wet you’d gotten for me.”

  I apply more pressure, the heat and wetness seeping through the fabric as I find her clit, which I gently stroke and roll between my fingers. She gasps against my lips, passing it from her mouth to mine.

  Slow and patient, I kiss her while teasing along the barrier of her underwear. My fingers become infused with her as I push against the material. A chorus of soft breaths and mewls slip out of her as she experiences every fresh sensation.

  “So responsive,” I mumble, pushing on her clit again.

  Her hips sway with me, moving in a slow dance as she lets herself go. “That’s it,” I say, my voice low, even more turned on as she starts to enjoy herself. In one seamless movement, my other hand travels to her chest, slipping past the front of her dress and settling into the warmth of her bra.

  Her nipples harden under my touch, and I pinch one between my thumb and index finger, rolling it between them as she arches in response. “When’s the last time you had an orgasm, Regan?” I ask as my fingertip traces the edge of her panties.

  “A few weeks ago.” Her voice is breathless with anticipation as I slide underneath, infuriatingly slow for both of us.

  “Who gave you that orgasm?”

  “I did it myself,” she answers, her breath hitching as I graze against her wetness, her muscles tightening as I flirt with her sweet pussy.

  My groan escapes my lips, almost a growl, as I push further, the slickness coating me as I glide a single finger through her. She’s soaked, slippery as I explore. “You naughty girl,” I tease as I slide back and forth through her silky core. “Tell me what you did when you touched yourself.”

  There is a moment of silence as she doesn’t respond, but I pause and hear a whimper from her, which only makes me breathe a laugh in her ear. “Tell me,” I repeat. “Never be afraid to share your desires, Regan. Own them without shame and let go of anyone who tries to make you feel guilty over them.”

  My words of encouragement spur her on. “I… I pushed my fingers inside myself,” she whispers, sucking in a sharp inhale as two of my fingers find her opening and work their way inside, stretching her with their thickness. She’s incredibly tight, squeezing me, and my cock gets harder as I imagine filling her slick heat with it.

  “What then?”

  “Pumped them in and out.” I withdraw almost completely before easing back in. Over and over, her tightness grips me as I thrust in and out of her, her hips responding to my movements.

  I was wrong when I said she was hungry earlier. She’s not hungry—she’s fucking starved for this attention, her arousal leaving a trail down my hand.

  “Were you this dripping wet when you fingered yourself?”

  “No,” she moans as I speed up, still keeping a meticulous rhythm.

  My lips linger near her ear, my tongue outlining its curves, as I whisper, “What did you do next?”

  “My clit… I rubbed my clit.” My fingers slide from her, slick as they find her sensitive nerves and push. Slowly, I rub her in tight circles as I kiss her deeply again. She’s so wet that I easily glide over her nub, toying and playing with it before going back to my cadence.

  “Faster or slower?” I ask, my words muffled by our tongues as we explore each other. All traces of her shyness vanish as she kisses me with a fierce intensity, her tongue mapping every corner of my mouth.

  “Faster,” she breathes. My tempo increases, and her body responds to mine, her hips moving seamlessly with my hand, leaving behind any self-consciousness.

  Once more, my fingers glide into her, picking up speed as she drenches me with her wetness. I lean against her as I finger her, my heavy cock prodding her hip, causing another rush between her legs. My hips grind against her, needing any sort of relief to take this edge off.

  As I’m fucking her with my fingers, my thumb zeroes in on her throbbing clit. Her mouth detaches from mine with a gasp, and her head falls back, pushing against the wall.

  “What do you want, Regan?”

  Her hands fall to my forearm, gripping my flexing muscles as she rides my hand. “I want to cum,” she moans, and I reward her for telling me. My thumb pushes against her swollen clit as hard as I can, flicking it back and forth.

  As she climaxes, her cries intertwine with my satisfied rumble, while she continues to writhe against my hand, the orgasm pounding deep within her. Her body clenches around my fingers, squeezing me like her own personal stress relief ball.

  I continue pumping into her pulsing core, rubbing her clit as it becomes more and more sensitive, her legs quivering under my touch. Finally, her whole body relaxes, and I remove my hand from her panties.

  “Why don’t you let me run you a bath?” I ask, voice gentle.

  Her sleepy eyes drift to my crotch, where my cock pushes straight out from my body, begging for relief. “But what about…”

  As I lean in and kiss her again, I remind her, “This was about you,” and her soft sigh tells me she understands. “Maybe we can resume this tomorrow?”

  “I’d enjoy that,” she whispers, earning her a giant smile from me. I head into the bathroom and twist the faucet, frowning as I look around at the bare shelves and empty countertops. After glancing over my shoulder to ensure I’m alone, I conjure my magic and fill the small shelf with a fragrant lavender bubble bath and an assortment of hair products and soaps. I drop a capful of the bubble bath in the running water, creating a frothy sea of bubbles that pop and fizz.

  Back in the bedroom, Regan has become more closed off, her body language reflecting her earlier unease. The way she clutches herself suggests a lifetime of feeling the need to be cautious and watchful—protected.

  But from who?

  Her ex is a stranger to me, nothing more than a blank face, but I can imagine the satisfaction I would get from hurting him.

  My approach is careful, not wanting to spook her. “Get some rest tonight and let us know if you need anything.” I hesitate, studying her reaction to me and the aftermath of our actions. Her arms drop, and she leans forward, her intent unmistakable. I draw her into an embrace, our lips meeting in a tender, languid kiss where she sets the pace.

  The taste of her lips doesn’t help the fact that I’m still horny as a motherfucker, my cock hard and throbbing, but I shift my position to avoid pushing it on her and do my best to ignore it.

  For now.

  “Thank you, Craig,” she whispers as I leave the room and say goodnight, closing the door with a gentle click. It’s just a short thirty-foot walk to my bedroom, and I practically sprint to the bed. My grip wraps around my cock, pumping a few times as it begs for relief.

  Part of me wants nothing more than release, the other part wants me to save it until I’m between her pretty thighs.

  The tightness of my strokes increases, pre-cum trickling from the head. A deep groan escapes me as I loosen my grip, leaving my angry erection pointing towards the ceiling, while my balls tense with an overwhelming urge to blow my load.

  This is going to be an interesting weekend.

  Chapter 3

  Iain

  My suspicion faded as Regan sat in our lobby, eating and engaging in small talk with Craig. By the time he led her to her room, I was comfortable with her presence. She wasn’t sent here under any sort of false pretenses, and I can find no sign of ulterior motives. As improbable as it may seem, she stumbled upon us, and I won’t question fate’s generosity.

  The instant my gaze met hers, she had me under her spell, her long, dark hair and voluptuous body drawing me in. Curves so soft I want to sink my teeth into them. The way she blushes and avoids eye contact only makes her more intriguing… a secret I am excited to uncover.

  Despite my reservations, and against my better judgement, I stand at her door, lightly tapping my fingers against the wood.

  She opens the door with a swift swing, and I’m stunned by her appearance—she stands there in a barely-there black nightgown, its thin material clinging to her body and hitting her mid-thigh. Her nipples are standing at full attention, poking peaks through the fabric. My crotch tingles as I stare.

  “Hey, Regan,” I say, my voice unintentionally deeper. “Were you expecting someone?” My grin tugs on one side of my lips, knowing very well no one can find her here.

  “Iain,” she stutters, stumbling with her words, my cock flaring to life as those innocent eyes meet mine and she licks her lips. “I’m sorry, I…”

  As I move forward into the room, her eyes widen, and she retreats a few steps. In need of a hasty excuse, I turn my back to her and push the door closed, conjuring a toothbrush and toothpaste that I place on the table. “I wasn’t sure if you needed any toiletries, so I brought you a few things,” I say, spinning to face her.

  My eyes are drawn to her hardened nipples, and my cock thickens as I imagine all the possibilities I could open up by exploring them with my mouth. She glances at my crotch, and knowing she sees my reaction just makes my need worse.

  She squirms like a nervous mouse, wringing her hands and shuffling her feet. “Oh, um, thank you.” She’s shy, alright, but she stares at my cock like it’s her next meal.

  “Can I be frank?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  Out of the two brothers, I am undoubtedly the more outspoken one, and I openly appreciate her physique as I prowl towards her. “The moment you entered through that door, my interest was sparked.” She doesn’t shy away as I reach out, slipping a finger underneath one of these ridiculous, tiny straps on her nightgown. “You’re a mystery, Regan… one I’m determined to solve.”

  My finger flicks to the side, that itty-bitty strap sliding down her shoulder. “Every time I think about you, I get hard imagining all the things I could do to you. Makes for awkward customer service when I’m walking around with a raging boner, you know.”

  She has the wide-eyed look of a deer in headlights, clearly not accustomed to this sort of attention. It baffles me, because there’s something irresistibly captivating about her in every way imaginable.

  As I approach, my hardness pushes against her stomach, and we move back until her legs touch the bed. “If you want me to leave, I’ll leave,” I say, watching her as she sits on the mattress.

  I stand in front of her, my crotch right at her eye level. “Do you prefer for me to go, Regan?”

  Shock runs through me as she seizes the hem of my kilt, hoisting it up and exposing my rock-hard cock to her. “No,” she says, her eyes flickering up to mine.

  With a low expletive slipping from my lips, I react as she reaches out and wraps her hand around my shaft, my thighs tensing as my body involuntarily moves towards her touch.

  “What do you want me to do?” Her voice, usually soft and airy, now carries a deep, throaty quality as our eyes connect. Fuck, maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven, because this is a wish come true.

  “Suck my cock, Regan… put those pretty lips on me.” I am captivated as she leans closer, her tongue brushing against my tip before hesitating. A frown tugs at my mouth as I say, “Hey, what’s the matter?”

  “I don’t have a lot of practice at this,” she says, her cheeks turning a rosy shade once more.

  A giant smile spreads across my face as I wait for her to meet my eyes. “You can’t do anything wrong; I promise.” A flicker of uncertainty remains in her expression, so my smile softens. “There’s no obligation for you to do anything you don’t want to do.” I may be horny, but I’m not an asshole.

  Certainly not that type.

  I tug at my kilt, thinking I’m going to be spanking it in the shower in a few minutes, but she resists, holding firm on the material. “I want to,” she whispers.

  “You want to what, Regan?”

  Her eyes finally meet mine as her resolve snaps into place. “I want to suck your cock, Iain.”

  A deep chuckle leaves me as my balls tighten, my length flexing at her words.

  She leans forward again, engulfing my head in her mouth and sealing her lips around it. “Oh, fuck yes... just like that,” I groan as my eyes flutter closed, my senses overwhelmed by the gentle suction.

  For a moment, she stays there, exploring the ridges of my head as she suckles on me. Completely by chance, she discovers my frenulum, her tongue flicking across it and making my body shudder.

  With every inch her lips slide down my shaft, a chorus of appreciative hums escape from deep within me. “God, you’re doing amazing,” I mutter as she explores eagerly.

  Her enthusiasm is compensating for her lack of technique, making this the most satisfying blow job I’ve ever received.

  Her confidence blossoms as she takes me deeper, switching between gliding up and down and suctioning on the crown of my cock. Frequently, she swipes her tongue across the tip, tasting my salty pre-cum. “You like that, don’t you?” I mutter, and she looks up at me and gives a nod.

  She works on sucking me deeper into her mouth but can only take half of me before it triggers her gag reflex. I retract a few inches as she chokes, her eyes turning red and watery.

  “Sorry,” she attempts to apologize, her words muffled by my swelling cock, but I dismiss her apology with a shake of my head.

  “Don’t you dare apologize,” I say, noticing her motion becoming more pronounced, her suction increasing. “You’re doing everything perfect.”

  Her sucking grows bolder, louder, and messier as she maintains unwavering eye contact, drawing on me with such conviction that my hips naturally flex into her.

  My movements are growing erratic, my pace quickening as I withdraw from her mouth with a sudden pop. “Fuck, Regan, I’m about to cum in your mouth if I don’t take a break.” She looks excited by the prospect, which only makes me harder.

  “You want that, princess? You want my cum in your mouth?” My thumb swipes down her face, dragging across her bottom lip as I grip my dripping cock and pump it slowly. As I approach again, she opens her eager lips, but I tease her by staying out of reach. “Not just yet,” I say with a playful push on her shoulders, watching as her back sinks into the soft mattress. I kneel before her, and her eyes widen like saucers as she understands my intentions.

  “Iain,” she murmurs, her body arching as I inch her nightgown up, exposing her to me. A groan claws its way out of my throat at the sight of the dark, tight curls that shimmer with her wetness.

  With a forceful grip under her legs, I yank her to the edge of the bed. My palms push her knees apart, spreading her out like my personal feast. “You’re a delicacy fit for a fucking king,” I say, relishing her needy whimpers.

  My fingers slide into her tight warmth, thrusting a few times and watching from my vantage point as her body grips me. I pull out of her, and the slickness on my fingers catches the light as I bring them near my face.

  “Goddamn,” I mutter, “you are soaked. Is that all for me, sweet Regan?”

  Before she can answer, I drop my mouth between her thighs and explore with my tongue, tracing a path from the base to the top. “You have an exquisite taste,” I murmur, savoring the flavor as I repeat the action, gliding along every inch. “So fucking sweet.”

  Her legs quiver as I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit, the sensation growing stronger with each added ounce of pressure. Soon, she shakes like a vibrating bed at a seedy hotel, and my mouth is the quarter that feeds her motor.

  When I take her sensitive nub between my lips, her voice erupts in a surprised cry, and as I apply a gentle scrape of my teeth, she grinds against me, leaving my chin coated in her slick wetness. My hips instinctively push against the mattress, craving any kind of friction for my desperate cock.

  My name escapes her in a moan as I keep my attention on her clit, sucking and flicking and driving her wild. Once I release her, my tongue travels lower, pulling her outer lips in my mouth, her silky skin melting like a butter mint and just as tasty.