Page 27 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

I pull back just enough to search her face. She’s breathing heavily, her pupils blown. “Anya,” I murmur, voice rough, “are you sure?”

She nods, not even waiting for me to finish. “Yes,” she whispers, dragging me down for another searing kiss.

That settles it. I give in, heart pounding like the last time I ran a marathon. Her fingers slip beneath my towel, brushing against my hip, and a gasp tears from my throat at the electric jolt of contact. I’m crossing so many lines right now, but I can’t bring myself to regret a single thing.

If she wants this, I want it more.

Between breaths, I press my forehead against hers, eyes heavy-lidded with longing. “You…are remarkable,” I rasp, hardly recognizing my own voice.

She answers by tugging me even closer, so I can feel the race of her heartbeat against my chest. Time seems to slow, the dim lighting painting everything in gold and shadow. I know this is dangerous. I know we’re playing a risky game with no defined end. But for the life of me, I can’t stop savoring every taste of her lips, every brush of her fingers.

When her kisses trail downward, I’m lost. I don’t know where she’s going with this, but I’m helpless to do more than follow her lead. Every lesson in self-control, every training I took in dominant kink, every thought of myself has fallen by the wayside. Funny that. Now, I’m just praying I don’t come too early for her preference.

If she keeps looking at me like that, I might.

Slowly, Anya sinks to her knees, her hands unwrapping the towel from my waist. Now that I understand what she means to do, I’m torn. As much as I love where she’s headed, I don’t want her to do this out of a sense of obligation. Considering what she said about her dating past, I don’t doubt that she’s had only selfish lovers, and I’ll never let that be said about me.

Before the towel drops, I catch her hand, holding it still. My voice is ragged in my throat. “Is this what you really want?”

The quirk in her crooked smile makes me lightheaded. “I might not know about kinky things and four-ways, but this? I know this.” She drops the towel, and her eyes dip from my face to my cock, which is almost in her face. The way she licks her lips nearly makes me come on her cheek.

“Nice tattoo.”

I guess this is the first time she’s seeing the dragon on my thigh up close. I’d forgotten all about it—I don’t notice it anymore. That tat is two decades old and just another part of me. I rasp out, “Thanks.”

She takes me in one hand, lifting slightly, before she drags her tongue up the underside. It’s all I can do not to lose it. How the fuck am I going to last?

When she locks her eyes on me as she takes me into her mouth, it is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I am beyond orgasm. I am enthralled.

Somehow, in the fog of the moment, my instincts kick in. I remember myself once again. I lace my fingers into her chocolatey brown waves and murmur, “Good girl. Show me what your throat can do.”

She releases a low moan at that, the head of my cock snug against the back of her throat. Her lips tighten around my shaft. She can’t take my whole length, so she uses her hand to make up the difference. Shuttling back and forth with little input from me, Anya takes everything I give her, weathering each thrust, every inch. She gags, and that only spurs her on.

“That’s it, doll. Make me feel good with that mouth.”

She comes after me harder, and then, her tongue flicks around the head as she sucks. Apparently, she took the order to heart.

I just watched as she went from the sweet girl I had a massive crush on to this cock-sucking goddess in seconds, and somehow, I didn’t blow my load. But now, with tears sliding down her cheeks and her moans only barely stifled by my dick, I know I’m going to lose it. I warn her, “If you keep being such a perfect doll, we aren’t going to be able to have more fun for a little while.”

She doesn’t stop. If anything, she sucks harder.

I have to brace on the sink behind me, cold ceramic beneath my burning skin. Heat swims inside of me, and my balls pulse. I’m almost there. Pity I’m not going to come in her pussy, but there is something primal about this. So many times I’ve used blow jobs as punishment during a scene, and yet, she volunteered for such punishment.

This girl turns everything upside down.

Including me. I hiss her name and warn her one last time, loosening my grip on her hair. But she shoves down my shaft as far as she can, gagging to take everything I have to give her, forcing me to come down her throat. I erupt and make sounds I don’t recognize. That hot bliss takes hold, making me boneless.

Thank fuck I’m leaning on that little sink, or I might have fallen on top of Anya.

She stands up, and I hook my hand around the back of her neck, crushing her into a kiss. I taste her and myself in her exquisite mouth, and the mingling of the two of us is all I ever want to taste again.

13

ANYA

I’m shakingfrom head to toe by the time Theo lifts me to my feet. My knees feel wobbly, and my pulse pounds so loudly in my ears that I can barely hear the faint hum of the motel’s air-conditioning. The sharp scent of soap lingers in the air as he pulls me into a breathless kiss.

He holds me to him, and I must have done good, because he’s hardening up again. But then he breaks the kiss, abruptly shattering the spell. He slides a steady arm around my waist, turning me so I face the mirror.