Staking Her Claim...: Book 1 in the Patricks' Brothers series (23 page)

There’s a good chance his fingers at my waist are digging in hard enough to leave bruises, but that does nothing to detract from the feel of him moving deep inside me. If this is the kind of sex I can look forward to with Rob, I’ll happily wear his marks. Not to mention, I have a feeling I’ll be able to feel the ghost of him between my legs for days to come, and that’s a hell of a turn on.

Worried we’ll attract unwanted attention; I muffle my plea using the solid mass of his broad shoulder.

“I’m so close, Rob. Make me come. Please make me come.”

“Tell me what you need to get you there, Aly. Do you need me to pull out and eat your sweet pussy until you scream for me?”

“No,” I exclaim, shocked he’d offer to forego his pleasure to see to mine. But that’s the furthest thing from what I want. “Don’t you dare. I want us to finish together, with you inside me, I just need…”

Not waiting for me to finish, Rob swivels his hips in a move that would make a male stripper proud and increases the friction on my engorged clit. I can literally feel the ripples along the inner walls of my pussy become stronger with every pass of his thumb. Utilizing the calisthenics exercises, I practice when I’m sitting around with nothing better to do, I clench down around Rob’s shaft, gripping him in a vice-like hold.

Extricating his lips from mine, a groan rolls up his chest escaping his throat, the words reverberating against my overheated skin as he says,

“You keep squeezing my cock like that it’s gonna be all over, Aly. I’ve only got so much restraint, and you’ve all but destroyed the last of it with that evil trick, Baby.”

Finished playing around, Rob pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger, twists, and rams into me at the same time. I throw my head back and scream his name as I come violently; squeezing, pulsing, vibrating around his steel hard shaft. Thrusting recklessly five or six more times, Rob freezes, his body strung tight as he roars his own climax.

“Fucking hell, Aly. Yeah, just like that. Come all over my cock, Sweetness. Show me how bad you need me,” he demands as he unloads jet after jet of his hot seed inside me. His cock throbbing in time with every erratic beat of his heart.

Giving each other enough time for the aftershocks of our orgasms to die down, Rob slips free of my tender core with a gentleness I hadn’t expected of him. He’s tender, reverent even as he retrieves my thong, helping me to pull it on, smoothing down my dress with his palms as his hands retreat from beneath my skirt.

He hasn’t taken care of himself yet, so once I’m somewhat presentable again, I take the opportunity to watch him tuck his softening cock back into his tuxedo pants. Taking in the size of his cock half-hard, I question how that ever fit inside me. It’s big enough when it’s not standing at full attention, let alone when it’s completely erect. A dick that huge could do some damage to a girl, I muse.

“I love that you’re smiling, Sweetness, but do you mind letting me in on the joke? Men don’t tend to like it when their women laugh at the same time they’re checking out their junk,” Rob states, enlightening me like I didn’t already know that.

Grinning at him, I wave my hand in the direction of his crotch.

“I can assure you with the hardware you’re packing, you have nothing to fear when I laughing after sex. You should feel secure in the knowledge that there is not one thing capable of emasculating a man with your significant gifts. And, I wasn’t laughing at your cock anyway,” I say shrugging. “I was just thinking about the damage you could do if you wielded that thing like the lethal weapon it is. A woman could walk bow-legged for a month if you really went to town on her.”

Narrowing his eyes, Rob crosses his arms over his chest.

“There aren’t any other women, Alysia. There haven’t been for a fucking long time, so if that was your subtle way of finding out if I’m sleeping with anyone else the answer is; fuck no,” he growls.

Why do men automatically think women have an ulterior motive when they make a generalized statement? I hadn’t meant what I’d said the way Rob took it, and honestly, it pisses me off his first thought was that I would employ tactics like that with him. I’m nothing if not upfront, blunt even. If I want to know something, I’ll ask outright. No innuendo. No games.

“Way to kill the after sex buzz I had going on, buddy,” I gripe. “You’re going to need to learn how to read me better than that if you don’t want to have an unfortunate accident that involves your business end and my machete, Rob. I don’t play games, I’m not a kid. If I wanted to know something like that I would have asked you. But as it stands I think this is a good time to make myself perfectly clear; I never, as in, ever want to hear about your previous conquests. Whatever or whoever you did before me is not open for conversation. Neither is my past. At least where that’s concerned.”

“If we’re taking the time to clear shit up then I should probably tell you I’ll be coming home with you tonight.” Before I can interject, telling him that it’s not appropriate seeing as I’m technically on the clock, Rob holds up a hand stopping me. “Whatever excuse you’ve come up with in that pretty, little head of yours isn’t going to fly with me, Sweetness. We started something here, and I’ll be damned if I don’t plan on exploring that some more with you. I want to do that when we’ve got access to a nice, big, soft bed and time to devote to doing everything I’ve been imagining doing to you in my head for weeks.”

Stunned into silence, he goes on to say,

“You’re right, we need to talk, but we’re not going to do that here. Not now. After I’ve kissed every inch of your beautiful skin, eaten your delectable pussy, and fucked you in at least ten different positions, we’ll talk. I want you relaxed and in a good mood for our conversation. In my mind, there’s no better way to get you to that point than using my body to loosen you up.”

A cocky grin crosses his face when I turn my scowl on him full-force, but that doesn’t slow him down.

“This is going to happen, you and me,” Rob assures gesturing between us. “The sooner you realize that and give into it the better.”

With nothing to say, at least, nothing productive, I stomp off toward the banquet hall. How long we’d been gone hadn’t crossed my mind while we were otherwise engaged, but now that we’re not, guilt comes flooding in at the thought I’d left Max to fend for himself.

Intending to discreetly check in with Jeb and Jean-Luc, locate Max, and get the hell out of here, I come up short when a strong hand wraps around my elbow.

“Don’t fucking shut me out now, Aly. I’m not saying any of this to piss you off, and I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know. If you stopped and gave what I said a goddamned second to sink in before you went storming off, you’d understand that. You might even agree with me.”

“I do agree with you, asshole,” I seethe. “That’s what I was coming to tell you before we got distracted.” Gaping at me, Rob looks genuinely shocked by my admission. Good, I like knowing I can still surprise him occasionally. “I thought about it, about us, and decided I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t give us a chance. I know it hasn’t been long since you opened up to me finally and there’s probably more we both need to say, but I don’t want to waste any more time where you’re concerned.”

Rob closes the gap between us, pulling me sharply into his arms when he gets within touching distance. Tucking my head under his chin and winding his arms around me, he takes a deep breath, letting it go with a visible shudder.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me hearing you say that, Sweetness.”

Actually, I think I do, because it makes me pretty happy too.

If someone had told me this morning I’d have Alysia Patricks’ naked, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, with her toned legs spread wide taking my cock, I’d have called them a fucking liar. If they told me, it wouldn’t happen once, but twice today, I’d tell them they were delusional and to seek immediate assistance for their issues.

However, being balls deep in Alysia’s tight, hot, wet body seems to have mellowed me out significantly, because, at the moment, I can’t think of anything aside from bringing her so much pleasure she's practically going blind from it. I don’t have the energy to worry about how my day started thinking I’d lost her for good. I prefer to focus every ounce of energy I have on committing everything about her to memory instead.

“You like that, Sweetness,” I growl, swiveling my hips, grinding my groin against her engorged clit eliciting a high pitch wail from her.

The first time we came together, it was fast, furious and fucking phenomenal, but this is more. This is something else altogether. This is what I can only assume sex is supposed to be like when you’re with the person you love. I wouldn’t know seeing as Alysia is the first and only woman I’ve ever been in love with, making this a brand new experience for me. But if I had to put bets on it, I’d be willing to risk everything I have that this is us making love.

Everything from the feel of her hands as she strokes down my back, to the way her thighs are pressed tightly to my sides, gripping me with all her strength heightens my need for her. Her passionate, deep, drugging kisses signal that’s exactly what this is, us making love. And I couldn’t be happier that she evidently feels the same way.

Because what Alysia doesn’t know yet, is that I’m not giving her the option to go backward from here. The moment she looked into my eyes and trusted me enough to take me inside her, warm, tight, pussy, she gave herself to me, and me alone. Completely. Entirely. Irrevocably.

If that makes me selfish, claiming her before she’s officially agreed to be mine, then so be it. But regardless of what happens after I’ve stopped moving inside her, I’ll be making it clear this game of solitaire we’ve been engaged in separately ends now.

Now, we move on to playing the game of life, and we do it together. And if I have to spend the rest of her life convincing her to take a chance on me, on us, that’s fine, because I have no intention of pushing her away, hiding my feelings from her or building up walls to shut her out again. As long as she promises me the same in return, I know what we’ve started tonight will work out as I’d only dared hope up until this point.

Memorizing every inch of her skin, including the inches she believes are flaws, I slide deeper, bottoming out as I bump against her cervix.

“God, Rob. Harder. Harder, please,” she moans deeply into the curve of my neck.

Wrapping one arm around her waist using it to tilt her hips up to meet my thrusts, I use my free hand to gather her hair in my fist at the back of her head. I don’t wait before plunging my tongue into her mouth and feasting on her sweetness. She tastes like caramel, a hint of something spicy and my woman. Fuck I like how that sounds; my woman.

Alysia has me harder than I’ve ever been borderline desperate for release as her pussy contracting rhythmically around my cock just before her orgasm takes hold. She’s making it nearly impossible for me not to blow my load like a fifteen-year-old kid, but I won’t let her rush this. I intend to savor how this feels. I’m going to draw it out as long as I can, wringing as many orgasms from her as I can before coming inside her.

Turning my attention back to the woman writhing beneath me, I listen to her throaty moans as I continue to pound into her using deep, soul-destroying strokes. My voice deeper than usual, I ask,

“Do you want to come, Sweetness? Would you like it if I let you come once to take the edge off before I own you for the rest of the night?”

I don’t think Alysia’s capable of speech right now. Head thrashing side-to-side, her hands fist the sheets at her side in a death grip. I can feel how close to climax she is. The ripples and spasms of the swollen inner walls of her pussy alert me to how much she need this to happen soon. Her body is begging me to give it what it needs, so who am I to deny it?

“Let me hear you scream my name as you come all over my cock, Aly,” I demand as I begin thrusting into her even harder than before.

Leaning forward, Alysia bites down on the flesh where my neck meets my shoulder trying to muffle her screams, but I refuse to allow it. I want to hear her. No, I need to hear her say my name as I make her come.

“Retract your teeth, Sweetness, and look at me,” I tell her, knowing she can’t unless she removes her mouth from my skin.

Complying almost immediately, I tip her head back further using the hand I still have fisted in her hair until she’s staring into my eyes.

“Please. Please. Please, make me come, Rob,” she begs sweetly.

Sinking the final inch of my cock inside her, the inch I’d been holding back for fear of hurting her. Hissing out a breath when I feel how tight she is, guilt wracks me at the thought I’m causing her any kind of pain. The grip her pussy has on my cock is a delicious mix of pleasure tinged with pain. Just how I like it.

Sensing my turmoil over hurting her, Alysia raises her hands to cup my face, forcing me to focus on nothing but her. Stroking her thumbs over the stubble on my jaw, allowing her fingers to learn my face by touch alone, she licks her lips, saying,

“I’m okay, Rob, I promise. You would never hurt me, we both know that, so will you please get out of your head and make love to me?”

Alysia pulls me forward locking our lips together for a sweet, chaste kiss that is nothing like to ones we’ve shared so far. While it’s soft and short, it somehow feels more intimate than the others. Like she’s trying to tell me something without the need for words.

Breaking the kiss, she whispers,

“I trust you completely, Rob.”

Not having to keep a tight leash on your self-control, because you know your partner can take everything you have to give and then some is unreal yet at the same time, the most incredible gift a lover can give you. The way she knew exactly what I needed to hear and when, how we’re able to anticipate what the other needs, wants, desires, and move in sync with one another is nothing short of life altering.

I never honestly believed I’d be lucky enough to actually have this. A connection with another human being so intense, so visceral it has the power to fill all the empty spaces inside me and make me whole.

My hunger for her isn’t going to be satisfied only having her twice. Learning what we have together transcended mere physical pleasure is going to keep me coming back for more and more. I have a gut feeling that now I’ve touched her, been so deep inside her I can’t tell where I end and she begins that my need to possess every inch of her is only going to get stronger as the days go on.

In saying that, I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of propriety that washes over me. I expected, passion, longing, and desperation, but the desire to own her, mark her, and prove to every man who looks her way she’s mine hadn’t entered my mind.

Thrusting into her in earnest, with hard, borderline violent thrusts, we’re both breathing heavily by the time I feel the first tell-tale clench of her pussy that indicates Alysia is seconds from the edge.

“There. Oh my God, right there, honey.”

My eyesight dims significantly as black spots dance across my eyes, before the world around me bursts into brilliant, high-definition color.

“Jesus, Sweetness, you feel fucking amazing. Now, milk my cock with that perfect pussy of yours. I want you to feel me come inside you, marking you from the inside out.”

Alysia wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and practically launches herself at me, clinging to my chest for dear life as her climax tears through her. I can feel every ridge of her channel as she clamps down around my cock. And before I can stop it she’s dragging me head first over the edge into oblivion with her. 

“Aly,” I bellow before I collapse on top of her panting.