The Fight In Us: A Brother's Best Friend College Romance (The Four Book 4) by Becca Steele (little readers .txt) 📕

“Do you think you’re ready for more?” His voice was low and sexy as fuck, and as he spoke, he gripped my ass, pressing me against his hard cock.

“Why do you still have this on?” Sitting up, I stared pointedly down at his towel, riding low on his hips, or more accurately, the prominent outline of his dick. Without waiting for a reply, I gripped the fabric and tugged it away from him, allowing his hardness to spring free. He made a kind of growling sound that made me shiver, as he tracked my movements through darkened eyes.

Lowering myself back on top of him, I hesitated for a moment. His hands came to my hips.

“Do you want to lie on your back?”

I shook my head. I didn’t want there to be any chance of me freaking out, not when I was finally about to get Weston Cavendish. I’d never thought I’d be here in this place, with his strong, tattooed body under mine, his hands on me, wanting me. Whatever reservations he’d had were long gone, and I wanted this. Him. So, so much.

Understanding flashed in his eyes, and he pulled me down to him. “Kiss me.” I lost myself in his kisses, his touch, the feel of his body against mine. His hand snaked down between us. “So fucking wet for me.” His breath was hot and heavy against my ear. “Are you ready for my cock now?”

“Yes.”

Pulling me up so he could meet my eyes, he stared at me for a minute, more serious than I’d ever seen him. “This is your first time, right?”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “There was never anyone else that caught my interest. No one other than you.”

Fuck. Why was I telling him this? Was he about to run for the hills?

His eyes flashed with a kind of possessive pleasure, sending bolts of lust straight to my core. “Are you on the pill?”

I nodded. I had been for a couple of years now as a way to regulate my cycle.

“Okay.” He swallowed hard, watching me through lowered lids. “I…I’ve been tested, and I’m all good. I want—” Pausing again, he licked his lips, his hand coming up to cup my face. He stroked his thumb across my cheekbone as he continued. “I want to give you one of my firsts, too.”

“What do you mean?” I hardly dared to breathe.

“I want you with nothing between us. No condom.”

A whimper fell from my lips, and I buried my face in his shoulder, my heart racing. “I want that, too.” I hoped he understood the garbled words I mumbled against his skin. Was it silly to feel so overcome? It felt like he was giving me a gift. It felt like it meant something to him. Something more than just sex. Or maybe that was just me projecting.

But his words lit me up inside.

“Good.” His voice was soft, and the slight tremor I heard reassured me even further. Lifting my head, I kissed him before sitting up. He ran his hands down my thighs. “There should be a bottle of lube in the bedside drawer. It’ll make things easier for you.”

When I had it in hand, I looked down at him, unsure for a minute. He smiled. “Want me to—”

“I think I can work out what to do with this.” I warmed the lube in my hands, then reached down to his cock. Wrapping both my hands around him, I stroked him up and down in a twisting motion.

“Fuck…” he groaned, his head falling back as he thrust his hips upwards. “Where did…fuck…where did you learn all this?”

“There’s an amazing invention called Google.”

He laughed, before groaning again as I palmed the head of his dick, the precum combining with the lube, all hot and slick in my grip.

“I should do myself, too, right?” Coating my fingers in more of the slippery lube, I reached down between my legs.

“Fucking hell.” Weston raised himself up on his elbows, tracking every movement of my fingers, his breath coming in short pants. “That’s…you’re so fucking hot.”

“I need you.” I was so wet and ready for him, needed him inside me.

I fucking ached for him.

Sliding forwards, I ground myself along the length of his dick. Then again. “Fuck. This feels so good,” I moaned. “West. I need…”

“I know, baby.” His hands came to my hips. “Lift up. Try to relax, okay?”

Rising up onto my knees, I let him guide me with one hand, while his other gripped his cock, lining it up. He kept up his murmured instructions, taking his time and making sure I was okay. Then his head was at my entrance, and he was pushing inside.

He was so big. The burn and the stretch as I sank down onto him, impossibly full, was like nothing I’d ever imagined.

“Don’t move,” he panted. “You feel…fuck. Being bare inside you…” He threw his hand over his face, clearly struggling to regain control.

There was no way I could move right now, anyway.

He raised himself into a seated position, and our lips met. His hands tangled in my hair as our bodies pressed together. Was his heart thumping as loudly as mine? My body was overloaded with sensations.

I wanted to move.

I needed to move.

Gripping onto him, I rolled my hips in a small, slow movement.

Oh, yes.

“Lena.” He reached down between us, his fingers finding my clit.

“Don’t stop.” I gasped as he chased away the pain with new sensations, sending pulses of pleasure through my entire body. Rocking against him again, I held on to him more tightly, my nails digging into his skin as I rode him.

My movements sped up, his hips meeting mine, both of us chasing the high that was building between us.

“I can’t hold on.” His voice was ragged. “Fuck, I can’t—” He pressed down on my clit as his whole body tensed up, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum.

It sent me over the edge.

My orgasm burned