Page 9 of His to Claim (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers)
“JW.” Her pretty eyes close, so Maeve isn’t aware of me moving my hand, and I run the back of my hands along her smooth bare skin.
“If you can’t tell me, Mae, show me.” I pull the sash of her robe until it’s hanging open a bit more.
“Joseph,” she moans my name, a name no one uses, not family or any friend I have. I’m JW to them, but when Maeve says my name, it goes straight to my dick. I’ve got a mind to strip her down here in the foyer, place Mae on her back, and take my time with her.
“You going to show me what you were doing to your pretty little body while I watch?” I bend toward her, crowding her, and speak low and slowly into her ear.
“God, I shouldn’t, but I’m going to,” she whimpers. I lick the shell of her ear, traveling to the column of her throat and pulling her soft milky skin into my mouth with one strong pull. I’ve got a need to mark her, but the last thing Iwant is some guy seeing a hickey on her neck and getting so much as a hint of her sweetness. They’d probably think about doing the same damn thing to her, and there’s no fucking way I’m going to allow that to happen.
“Come on, not gonna watch you work your pussy unless you’re in bed, where I get you spread out and open for me.”
She sways closer. My hands wrap around her waist, fingers digging into the top of her ass. Fuck, but I love that she has something to hold on to. I walk us toward her bedroom, keeping my hold on her. Mae’s house is small, it’s easy to scope where everything is—living room, kitchen, and a short hallway shows two doorframes. Both are open. The bathroom is on the left and the bedroom is straight ahead.
“Yes, god, yes.” She’s using my body to rub hers against. It’s going to be damn hard to keep my dick in my jeans with the way she’s lighting up. Maybe I should have rethought taking her to bed after all. We make the short trip to her room. Just as I expected, her room is all Maeve. Soft and airy, floral comforter and pillows galore. It’s the bed frame that has me ready to come undone, though. Visions of her tied to the metal spindles have me wanting to tie her delicate wrists to them and have my way with Maeve right now.
“Look at you, fuck me. Sweet merciful heaven on earth. You’re so damn beautiful it hurts.” She lies down once I’ve placed her at theedge of the bed, crab-walking backwards until her head is resting against the pillows. The robe is still on her body, not that it’s doing much good at covering her. Lucky fucking me. I don’t even have to give her any direction; she’s already setting the pace. “That’s right, baby girl, show me how you like your pretty nipples worked.” I sit at the end of the bed, keeping a fair amount of distance away, worried I’ll take a hell of a lot more than she’s ready to give.
“I need more. It’s not enough. It’s never enough.” Her fingers pull at her nipples. My mouth waters, wanting nothing more than to wrap my lips around them.
“Imagine those hands of yours are mine. Slide one down the length of your body, nice and slow, and keep the other one on your tit.” I knew Maeve would be hot for me, but I didn’t expect it to be this much, and it has me wondering what else she has in her. I readjust myself, trying to calm my dick down. Not like it’ll help. If anything, it only makes me harder. “That’s it, keep going. Dip your fingers inside your cunt, baby girl, get them nice and wet.” This was supposed to be her show, but damn if I can’t help myself, especially with her sweet little whimpers.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She throws her head back, closes her eyes, and starts to close her legs. I move closer, hands going to the inside of her thighs.
“Keep them open, Mae. Feet on the mattressand spread wide.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to say a fuck of a lot more. Holding back is taking an act of fucking god, but I’ll be damned if I ruin watching her come for me. “Swirl the tips of your fingers along your clit but leave one finger inside your pussy.” Her eyes open for a second, looking at the grip I have on her thighs. I’ve yet to leave them, and I’m not sure I can. The pull is too strong, and right now, keeping them where they are means it’s not my hand finger-fucking her.
“I’m so close.” She slides two fingers back into her cunt, barely pressing them more than knuckle deep. I can see she’s tight as fuck and nothing has been inside her besides her fingers. The woman who has my dick wrapped in knots is a hell of a lot more innocent than I knew, and the proof is right there before my very eyes.
“Fuck, yeah, get there. Give me the show I’ve been dying for.”
“Joseph.” My name, her voice, watching as the orgasm takes ahold of her is the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever been graced of beholding.
“Damn, baby girl.” I sit back, letting go of her soft and smooth skin, waiting until she comes down from her high. “I may not be claiming you the way I want right now, but I’ll be damned if I’ll ever let you come by yourself again."
TEN
MAEVE
I’m stunned silent. Me, the somewhat innocent virgin, just fingered myself in front of a man I’ve only fantasized about. And this experience is way more enjoyable than being by myself. My eyes are closed, head resting on the pillow, and I’m trying to calm my heavy breathing. The orgasm he guided me through had me seeing stars, my body wound so tight that when I finally came it felt like soaring through the sky. It felt like an out-of-body experience.
“You good, baby girl?” JW’s deep raspy tone has me lifting my head and opening my eyes. He’s at the foot of my bed, his back propped against the brass metal footboard. One leg under the other, spread out, clothed to my complete nakedness.
“Yeah, I think so.” I look down the slope of my body. He coached me the entire way throughmy orgasm. The demand in his voice had and still does have me in a chokehold. For instance, when JW told me to plant my feet on the mattress and spread, I did, and I still am. The whole time he was there as I explored myself in ways I never thought possible.
“I’ll bet.” He drags his tongue over his lips. My insides quiver with desire as if I didn’t just come moments ago.
“What about you?” I ask, sitting up. My robe is useless with the way the two halves are spread. Still, the way JW is looking at me, I become bolder, wiggling my arms out of the robe and sitting up until I’m on my knees.
“What about me, Maeve?” It really isn’t fair how ruggedly handsome he is. Chocolate-brown hair, sapphire-blue eyes, a day or so worth of facial hair, and lips that I really want to feel all over my body.
“It’s only fair that you get off, too.” My hands drop to the mattress as a sexual prowess comes over me. Who in the world am I, and what has JW done to make me feel this alive?
“Only way I’m coming, baby girl, is with your lips wrapped around my dick.” I let out a whimper. “You want that, don’t you?” He isn’t looking for a response. He’s watching and waiting. I move closer, crawling down the bed toward him, “Fuck, yeah, you do.”
This time, it’s me licking my lips, excited to make him feel a tenth of how I did. JW’s handgrips the back of his neck, pulling the white cotton shirt over his head. I moan in delight on seeing his stomach and trailing upwards to his chest. God, I want to feel him against my body with nothing but bare skin.
“Come ‘ere, crawl closer,” he elaborates as his thick fingers move to the button on his jeans. I may have had an inkling of what JW was packing, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for seeing his cock with my own eyes. Joseph William Johnson goes commando. His fat mushroom-shaped head is what I see first, followed by his length. How he’s going to fit inside me, girth and length, I’m either lucky or going to be walking bowlegged.
“Umm…” I’m left speechless yet again. He maneuvers his jeans so they're out of the way while keeping them on.