Playing with Fire

ETHAN'S POV

Time paused. Two slick bodies entwined, eyes locked as tension built up.

There's doubt and fear clouding us, but lust took better control. We move in sync, building, feeding off each other. A muffled gag escaped her lips when she took me deeper and raw. The sound zips straight to my brain and cascades down to my spine. If I don't take control now, I might not last long enough to enjoy this moment.

I pushed her head back and pulled it out of her mouth. I gently lifted and dropped her on the kitchen counter. She sat up, both legs on the kitchen stool top. She spread her legs enough, her entrance teasing me as I stepped back to take in the full view, feeding my eyes.

Pleasure surged through me as she deliberately stuck her middle finger into her mouth, suckling on it with the most cruel yet satisfying desire. Her eyes held mine, raw with desire and want. My dick responded impulsively, growing bigger and straining, seeking ways to escape from my pants where it was caged.

I struggled to restrain myself from moving forward; rather, I kept watching, rooted to the spot, oblivious to the strong hold she has on me. The finger left her mouth to her open core, massaging and stroking her wet pussy lips, bringing to complete view her pink and tight warm entrance, teasing and torturing me.

Then it came: a tiny and shaky voice of morale reminding me that this woman right here is my brother's wife, and whatever we are doing and about to do is plainly wrong.

Another loud and bold voice came immediately, reminding me she was meant to be mine. She has always been mine until my treacherous and self-centered younger brother stole her away from me.

My brother—the favorite of the family, the worthy, loyal son, and my Dad's favorite since we were boys—has always been the one getting all the recognition and acknowledgment. The thought brought a bitter taste to my tongue, and my stomach coiled in anger.

Pushing the thoughts back and making a mental note to enjoy the moment and deal with the regrets later, I took a step forward just when she drove her middle finger into her cunt. Eyes half closed, she threw her head backward, biting on her lower lip, relishing in the moment.

My dick twitched in pain. I couldn't hold back any longer; my legs moved before my brain. Closing the little space between us, I lowered myself down enough to engage her in a wet kiss.

I removed her hand from her cunt, replacing it with my two fingers. My mouth left hers, tracing wet kisses down to her core. My tongue found her most sensitive part and worked on it, sending tremors to her bones. I worshipped and adored her body in the most sexy way.

She shivered under me, dragging my head down and burying it deep into her core. I licked, flapped, and sucked at the right spot.

"Ethy..." she whimpered out of muffled breaths.

"Hmm..." I groaned. She trembled with hunger and pleasure.

I brought my head up, replacing my tongue with three fingers, my thumb rubbing her clit. My mouth found her chest, tongue switching to her hard and throbbing nipple, licking, sucking, and nibbling on them—the second most sensitive part of her body I've learned so far.

She tightened her pussy wall around my fingers. "Goddammit, doll... fuck... you'll ruin me," I groaned, breathless.

I nibbled harder on her nipples, and she moaned around me, shivering, trying hard to curtail her voice.

"Ethy, baby... yes," she cried out, adding pressure to my thumb rubbing her clit.

"Come for me, doll," I growled against her nipple. "Let go, I want all of it," I whispered to her, letting the edges of her pussy lips graze my fingers as I finger-fucked her deep and hard. "Right here, come for daddy."

Her body tightened—thighs shaking, hips stuttering, breath quivering and breaking—she came undone on my fingers: sweet, hard, juicy.

I held her through it, devouring every trembling second of her sweetness.

She collapsed back on the kitchen counter. I pulled down what was left of my pants, not giving her another second to recover. I shoved my full, hard length into her already dripping and teasing entrance.

She let out a loud moan. I inserted my left thumb into her mouth to restrain her from moaning louder and risking being caught. My right hand held her hips up close, thrusting into her with so much hunger, caring less about the world around us.

My left hand left her mouth and sought her breasts, fondling and pinching the tips while my waist ground hard, fast, and furious into her cunt.

"Yes, daddy... right there... ohhh," she cried. I increased my thrust.

"Fuck..." I groaned. Goddammit, this pussy will be my end.

Pulling out a bit to the tip, I slammed hard back in, repeated it thrice, and I felt her walls clenching and unclenching around my shaft.

Her orgasm was building up, and that was all I needed. Bringing my head down to her nipples, I nipped and sucked.

"God... Doll, you are coming." She managed to give a smile and lick her bottom lip.

I gripped her waist and thrusted into her once, twice—I lost count at five—and she let go of her orgasm. Her juice coated me, and that was it. A rough groan ripped out of my chest as release slammed through me.

Three more thrusts and I shot it right into her.

I fell on her weightless, both panting for breath, lungs heaving, bodies slick and tangled. I was the first to catch my breath and drag my body up. She looked like a mess, her hair disheveled and out of place, but she still had that charm and fire in her eyes—my Doll.

"We need to clean up before someone walks in on us," I murmured, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

She managed to sit up. We didn't have all the time in the world; her husband, my brother, would be home any moment.

The kitchen clock said 5:03 PM.

Fuck, three minutes past the time he returns home from work.

As I made it to the door to get a towel and help her clean up, a knock came in…