El spins to face me, eyes ablaze with fury. She crosses her arms under her breasts, giving me a healthy glimpse of them. A lump wedges in my throat. I miss sucking her boobs. Playing with them.
Can’t we fuck and make up?
She stretches her hand to the door. “You should leave.”
I cock my head, my eyes do a lazy sweep across her body. Her muscles lose some of their tension. “No.”
She scoffs. “You can’t be in here.”
“But I’m already here.”
“Brandon.”
“Elna.”
A frustrated sigh leaves her, she grabs her purse and I cover the distance before she thinks of escaping. Trapping her between my body and the sink, I trail a finger across her collarbone. She sucks in a breath and looks up to me. The heat from her body warms me, sends a burning sensation pulsing through me.
“You danced with T,” I whisper, pushing my nose closer to her neck. I love her smell. I love everything about her. She freezes. I pull my head back to stare at her. “And then you danced with another guy.”
Her lips part, she runs her tongue over her lower lip. It should be my tongue. “I was having fun.”
A glint of mischief shimmers in her eyes, I push a hand into my pocket to hide my growing bulge. The bastard was more than happy to be her fun guide. I’m not a comedian but I can also make her laugh.
“Indeed.” She rolls her eyes and her sexy lips pucker. I place a hand on each side of her to remind her who is in charge. I told her to have fun, not let those sleazy men hands all over her. They are not me. Her chin squares in defiance, I sigh. I will lose this fight before it even begins. “Brianna spoke.”
Her annoyance evaporates so fast it feels like it was my imagination. She presses her hands to my chest, a wide grin spreading to her lips. “Really?” I nod. Her excitement makes me happy. “What did she say?”
“Hello,” I say with a laugh. I expected it to be Daddy or any of the words the twins have been teaching her. Bren’s first word was baby. Wyn’s was mama. El repeats the word like she’s unsure and erupts in a fit of giggles. Her hands fall to her sides. I want them back on my chest. I lean forward so our bodies are still in contact. “You should have been there.”
“I’ll be there next time,” she promises.
It might have been the sincerity colouring her voice that encourages me to say, “I don’t like you dancing with other men.” She is only allowed to have fun with me and the girls. Maybe Clarissa and Joshua.
Someone knocks, our heads round to the door. We stare at each other and I shrug. The knob jiggles, we hear a groan and fading footsteps. “Let’s go in together, Elna.” She shakes her head. “Please.”
“No.” The moment of happiness we shared over Brianna’s first word is over, she tries to push me out of her way. I don’t budge. “You can’t just come in here to dictate my life. I asked you and you didn’t care...”
Her sexy lips pucker as she lashes verbally at me. Light catches the gloss on her lips, my cock jerks to acknowledge the gleam. Damn. This hotness is too much for one person. Her anger hardens my dick. All I can think about is her hot, glossy mouth around my cock, deep throating me like she did the last time.
“Brandon.” She claps in my face. I blink out of my trance. “Were you even listening to me?”
No but she doesn’t have to know that. The only thing I want to focus on is her beauty. I slide the strap of her gown down her shoulder to reveal the swell of her breast and she inhales sharply. She blinks like a doll and my head lowers. My mouth hovers above hers, I grab her hand to cover my bulge and her eyes widen.
“I like your lipgloss,” I say, my breath a hot caress on her skin. Her face scrunches. First, with confusion, then annoyance. But I don’t let her dwell on any of these emotions. “I want you.”
She gulps.
My hand wraps around her neck, my thumb brushes the delicate column of her neck, traces a path to her lips. She shivers under my touch.
“I want to fuck you, El.” She licks her lips, her tongue caresses my fingertip. There’s no denying the lust heavy in her brown eyes. I push the second strap down. I was right. She is not wearing a bra. Cupping her boob, I twist a nipple. My teeth graze her neck, I lick her skin and El purrs contently. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
The only form of protest I receive is her soft moans as my lips lower to the space between her breasts. I flick my tongue over a nipple while my fingers knead the other. She hisses. Her nails dig into my back and she slides my jacket off my shoulders to access my body. A breathy moan escapes her. I am rough with the kisses I litter across her chest. Harsher with the swiping of my tongue against her tits.
My hands are everywhere, setting her body littered with goosebumps on fire. Touching her in all the right places except her vagina. I hoist her on the sink, she spreads her legs, beckoning me to touch her.
We share a glance as she guides my hand between her legs. Her panty is soaked. I dip a finger into her wetness and she whimpers. Her walls clench around the finger I shove into her warmth, I retract it and slide it into her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she sucks the finger to the knuckle with an eagerness that tightens my trousers.
A groan tears through my lips. She pouts, eyes dazed as her head falls back in anticipation of my next move. Tugging her hair out of the knot, I grunt in approval as it cascades down her shoulders.
Beautiful.
“I spent hours to achieve that hairstyle,” she murmurs.
My hand runs through her hair, I smoothen it down her shoulder with a grin. “Then stop me.”
But she doesn’t because we are both horny and in need. I can almost taste her arousal. I bunch the hem of her gown at her waist, allowing myself only a second to admire the beauty my wife is. She tackles my belt while my fingers circle hard against her clit, fumbling so many times before she finally gets it right.
My lips descend on her neck. We switch positions in a hurried frenzy so she’s under me and my cock is pressed firmly to her ass. Her eyes close as I squeeze her butt. I grunt at the vision I’m blessed with.
“Eyes open. Eyes on me.”
My dick lines her ass, sliding easily into her vagina. I rock my hips as my length fills her. She bites her lips, hands pressed to the mirror to keep steady as I slide deeper. Fisting her hair, I hammer my cock into her core, pounding into her ferally. Punishing her for dancing with T. For daring to laugh with another man.
Her wanton moans sound like music to my ears, I release her hair to squeeze her breasts and tighten an arm around her waist. Her back arches with each thrust, her breasts jiggle as my strokes grow urgent. My movements become desperate, I push harder into her, breathing down her neck as I near the edge.
“Brandon,” she whimpers, clutching the edge of the sink with a vise-like grip. “I’m coming.”
Sharp amber eyes meet hers in the mirror, I shake my head and pull out of her. A small cry flies out of her lips, she juts her ass but I step aside to push the matted hair out of her face. She cries. “Not yet.”
Her ringtone cuts through the air before she protests, I snarl at the name written on her screen. El falters. Uncertainty flashes across her face, she shoves the phone into her purse, grinding against my erection to distract me. I spank her ass once, twice. Anger overrides lust as I slide the phone out.
“Brandon, don’t–”
The words die in her throat at my glare, I set the phone on the sink and swipe up to answer the call.
He needs to learn his place.
It’s quiet at first. I return behind her and spread her ass, teasing her with a finger, then the tip of my cock. I fill her core inch by pleasurable inch. Not once does my eyes leave hers in the mirror. Her teeth sink into her lip, I scoff at her poor attempt to muffle her moans. Without warning, I slam into her, hinting at what’s to come and she responds with a feral whine as I quicken the pace of my strokes.
“El?” The fucker’s voice pokes the air, mingling with our heavy breaths. El is far gone to think straight or care about his feelings. I pump into her. Caressing her nipples, nibbling the skin of her neck. Branding my woman. My hand slides between her legs, I press hard on her clit and pinch it. El gasps. “Are you okay?”
Her head falls back as I pull back and ram into her. Once. Twice until she’s begging for it. “Brandon,” she breathes out, “baby. I’m coming.” Her eyes fly open, begging me in the mirror for a much needed release. I look down at the phone. The call has ended. She hits the mirror to call my attention. “Baby.”
“Yes,” I whisper. My cock jerks inside her, pleasure washes over me like a tide. “Come with me, baby.”
My release pulses through me, I bury my head in her shoulder with a deep, content sigh. Her body sags against mine, she doesn’t move until I clean us up. She twists in my arms, I peck a corner of her lips and her hands sneak around my waist. Resting my jaw on her head, I smoothen the wrinkles on her gown as best as I can.
The reflection of a satisfied man with tousled hair and sheepish grin stares back at me from the mirror. This party is over, we may leave now to continue the after-party in a more fitting place. A bedroom.
El untangles herself from me. I bop her nose and she smiles. “Sell it to me.” Anxiety thickens the air. I pinch myself to clear the daze. She needs to stop staring at me like that. “Your shares. Sell it to me.”
Unsure what to say, I don’t reply. She pokes my cheeks with her fingers. “Baby, please sell it to me.”
“No.” Her hands drop. Sadness creeps into her eyes, my heart races so fast I am sure she can hear it. I draw her closer to me to pacify her. “I’m sorry.”
The space between us increases by an inch but it feels like more. “If you are sorry, sell it to me.”
My hands move to my hair, I close my eyes. “I can’t.”
“You can’t or you won’t?”
Both. The plan was to gift it to the twins but now I want Brianna to have it. She doesn’t have anything in her name. I try to tell her this but the words catch in my throat and I can only watch her mood sour.
El takes my silence to mean no, she stands straight. “Don’t bother staying for the dinner, I’ll go with T.”