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After showing Reilly around, we find Bray and T in the game room playing pool. I haven’t seen anyone use this room. But judging by the way T is scrutinizing the table and balls and how he’s bent over holding the cue, yep, he’s done this once or twice before. And I suddenly have an urge to jump on the table, spread myself open for him, and have him bent over my body like that. Bloody hell, how did I get this god of a man?
“Hol, do me a favor. Come and stand over here for a sec.” Bray beckons me with his finger. Confused, I go and stand beside him. “Thanks, you might just be the distraction I need, so he actually misses a shot.”
“Wait, you’re losing?” I ask. The infamous Bray Williamson does not lose. At anything. According to him, anyway.
“I’m not losing. I’m just not winning yet.”
“Well, I’m not helping you beat him,” I say, gesturing towards my husband. I walk around the table and approach Theo. Leaning into his ear, I whisper, “I need you to win this game already, so you can kick these two out, lay me across this table, and fuck me.”
T’s lips tilt up at one corner as he looks me over. “Reilly, did Holly show you where your room is?”
“Yes, thank you,” she responds.
“Good.” He throws the cue down. “Bray, you win.” T leans forward, and the next minute, I’m over his shoulder. “It’s been a long day. Holly’s tired. Good night,” he calls back as he exits the room.
I don’t hear their response, but I do hear my sister’s laughter. Not even a moment later, T is bounding up the stairs and slamming our bedroom door shut.
He stands me on my feet and steps back. “That dress, lose it. Now,” he commands, and my panties dampen at his tone.
I reach behind me and pull the zipper down, letting the straps drop from each of my shoulders, before the material falls to the floor and I step out of it. I’m left standing in a matching black lace panty and bra set. “Lose the shirt,” I tell him.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. That’s not how this works, dolcezza. You don’t give the orders. You obey mine.”
I want to argue that point, but more than that, I want him to tell me what to do right now. It’s confusing the hell out of me.
T circles me like a predator eyeing its prey, his fingertips trailing their way up my spine. “Va tutto bene, dolcezza. Ti farò stare davvero bene.” I have no idea what he just said, but God, does it sound freaking hot. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he growls, unclasping my bra. He slowly drags the straps down my arms before the lace flutters to the floor and my breasts hang heavy, my chest rising and falling with each labored breath. He cups my breasts in his hands, his fingers pinching and pulling at my nipples. I lean my head back against him. “Open your eyes. Look. I want you to see how I make you feel. I want you to see how fucking beautiful you are when you come for me.” One of his hands draws my head up, and as my lashes part, my gaze immediately connects with his through the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall. The heat in his eyes is intoxicating. “Do you see it, Holly? Do you see how fucking gorgeous you are?”
When I look at my reflection, I take note of my flushed skin. My hair, a tumbled mass of red, hanging over my shoulder. My eyes, glassy with pleasure and need. My chest heaving, causing my breasts to push out and seek his touch. I look wanton. I look like a needy bloody woman in heat.
“Fucking sensational. You are sensational, dolcezza. And mine. All of this…” The palm of his hand runs smoothly over my still-flat stomach. “…is mine.”
“Yours,” I agree. Because Iamhis.
His fingers dip inside my panties, and he circles around my clit. “Do you want me to make you come on my fingers, Holly.”
The way my name rolls off his tongue sends tingles straight to my core. “Y-Yes,” I whimper as my knees begin to buckle. His teeth graze the side of my neck, and my whole body trembles. He thrusts two fingers inside, grinding his palm on my clit as he perfectly glides in and out of me. “Oh God!” My pelvis moves in rhythm with his hand, seeking something more. The moment he bites down on my neck, that’s when I get themoreand I completely collapse. If it weren’t for T holding me upright, I’d be nothing but a mushy puddle on the floor.
“Fucking beautiful. I could watch you do that over and over again and still not get enough,” he growls as he picks me up and throws me on the bed. Then he slides my panties down my legs, scrunches them up in one hand, brings them to his nose, and inhales, before tucking them in his pocket. “Spread your legs. Show me how wetmypussy is, Holly.”
I open my thighs as wide as I possibly can.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, put your fingers inside yourself. Keep it warm for me.”
Slowly, with a shaky hand, I find my clit before sliding down farther and inserting two fingers. They don’t feel anywhere as good as Theo’s. But doing this. To myself. In front of him. While watching him undress… I’m getting really bloody worked up again.
“Don’t you dare fucking come. You’re only keeping it warm for me, dolcezza.”
I groan and try to lessen my pace. But I’m really close to the edge. “T, please, I need... I need…”
“I know what you need, Holly. I’ve got it right here,” he says, stroking his cock up and down twice. He kneels on the bed, removes my fingers, and brings them to his mouth before sucking them clean. “Mmm, best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he groans. He positions his cock at my entrance. “I called the doc, you know.”
What? Is he sick? Why the hell is he talking about the doctor now?
“I wanted to make sure that fucking you the way I like wouldn’t hurt the baby.”
“What?”
