His Brother's Wife pt2

"We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered.

But her fingers were already around my wrist, pulling me into her room.

The lights were off. The moonlight spilled in through the open blinds, tracing the lines of her bare shoulders, her parted lips, the slip she’d barely bothered to wear. Every step she took backward was a dare I was too far gone to ignore.

My brother—her husband—was asleep just across the hallway. The next room.

Ten feet away.

And she pulled me in anyway.

The door clicked shut. My back hit it.

She looked up at me, chest rising. “Don’t make a sound,” she breathed, voice thick with want. “Don’t you dare.”

Her hand slid down my chest, nails grazing skin, and then lower. She dropped to her knees. My brain fuzzed. My cock twitched.

“Elena…” I breathed.

“Shh.” She smiled. “Let me.”

She undid the drawstring of my pajama pants with a smooth pull, and my breath caught as she took me in her hand. One slow stroke. Then another.

She kissed the tip first—just a tease—and then wrapped her lips around me, sinking down inch by inch.

Fuck.

I hit the back of her throat and she moaned softly around me, her eyes never leaving mine. Her hands rested on my hips, holding me still as she bobbed her head, taking her time, wet and warm and fucking perfect.

I reached out, fingers threading into her dark hair. I tried to be still. To be quiet. But my hips twitched and a groan slipped out.

She pulled back with a pop.

“Quiet,” she warned, smirking. “Do you want him to hear?”

“Elena,” I gasped. “You’re killing me.”

“Good.” She stood slowly, letting her slip fall from one shoulder… then the other. It slid down her body and pooled around her ankles.

And fuck me—there she was. Bare. Golden skin. Soft curves. Nipples hardened from the breeze.

“Lie down.”

I did as she said. She climbed on top of me, straddling my chest, her pussy glistening just inches from my face.

“You want a taste?” she whispered.

I didn’t answer. I just pulled her down to my mouth.

She moaned instantly, her thighs tightening around my head as I licked her—long, deep strokes that made her hips roll. Her scent, her heat—it was overwhelming.

She gripped the headboard, panting, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

Then she slid back and took me in her mouth again, both of us devouring each other in the dark.

A breathless, filthy 69.

My tongue circled her clit while she sucked harder, faster, until she was shaking above me. Her body tensed. Her thighs clenched.

She came with a gasp, wet and shuddering. I licked her through it, greedily.

She sat up, her lips slick with spit and lust.

I flipped her over. Took control.

“Your turn,” I growled, spreading her thighs.

“No—Stefan,” she whimpered. “Not here—he’s—”

I pressed two fingers into her and slid my other hand over her mouth, muffling her moan as I fingered her slow and deep. Her eyes rolled back. Her hips bucked.

She nodded, eyes wide, begging.

I leaned down. “You can stop me.”

She shook her head fast.

I lined myself up and pushed into her slowly, fully. Her heat sucked me in. Tight. Wet. Too good to be real.

Her muffled cries made my cock twitch inside her.

I fucked her slow, rolling my hips. She dug her nails into my back, legs wrapped around me, trembling with every stroke.

“God, Stefan—”

I covered her mouth again, thrusting deeper.

She whimpered against my hand, her eyes fluttering.

“You like this?” I whispered. “Getting fucked while he sleeps in the next room?”

She nodded frantically. Her walls clenched around me.

“I’m the only one who touches you like this, aren’t I?”

She moaned yes.

I leaned in closer. “He doesn’t fuck you like I do.”

Her body snapped. She came hard, her whole body shivering beneath me, biting into my palm to stop herself from screaming.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. I buried myself deeper and came inside her, her name broken on my lips as my world fractured in white heat.

We lay there after, tangled in silence, our bodies damp, hearts racing.

Then she sat up, breathless. “You have to go.”

“Elena—”

She kissed me once. Quick. Desperate. Regretful.

“Go. Before I make you stay.”

I grabbed my clothes in the dark and slipped out, her taste still on my lips.

As I passed my brother’s door, I stared at it.

He slept like nothing had happened.

But he had no idea.

I was inside his wife.

And I was never giving her back.