Into The Wrong Brother's Arms

Chapter 2

Rhiannon's POV

“Mmm!”

I moaned into his mouth, fingers diving into his hair, as he kissed me like he had been starving for long, sucking the air right out of my lungs, and leaving me breathless. I wanted to pull away to grab some air, but he didn’t let go of my lips for even a second, and that only turned me on more.

I understand, baby. I’m hungry for you as much as you are.

My arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and my legs had somehow found their way to his waist, clinging firmly to it like a vice. I held on to him like my life depended on it, and for the first time, he didn’t hesitate or slow down while kissing me. Instead, one of his arms wrapped firmly around my waist to hold me, while the other hand cradled the back of my neck as he kissed me senselessly.

“Mmm..Mm!” Loud, embarrassing moans spilled out of my lips as his hot lips trailed down my neck, covering them in wet kisses that made my legs tremble and my v****a leak with fluid. Without wasting a second, he captured my lips again, his tongue invading mine. Our tongues tangled in a messy kiss, with each fighting for dominance.

“Mmmm…” I moaned into his mouth, my fingers combing through his hair, while also using it to pull him even closer as he drove pleasure into my veins with just a kiss.

One moment, I was cradled to his chest, his strong arms wrapped around my waist and the next, my back hit the bed with a soft, muffled gasp. Still, Miles didn’t stop kissing me. He kissed me with the same hunger I had for him. With his hard body slightly pressing down on mine, I realised just how much heavier he was than me, but even that turned me on so bad, making me even wetter than I already was.

“Aahh..”

I moaned out loud as his lips moved down to my neck, finally letting me breathe and moan freely. “O-Ohh....Mmm…Yes...”

The pleasure was overwhelming. So overwhelming, my back arched, pressing our bodies tightly to each other. I have never felt so much pleasure like this in my entire life. Not even during our first two kisses. I’ve had moments I've touched myself, but never had I felt this good. I wanted to open my eyes so bad, watch his eyes stare down at me with the same hunger I was feeling, but I could barely keep my eyes open from the amount of pleasure I was feeling.

My hands reached up between us to grab my boobs, and I squeezed them, arching my back in a way that pleaded for him to touch me there.

“Mmhmm,” he chuckled, easily reading my unspoken wants. “Looks like you’ve been starving for quite some time, baby.”

My cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and delight because one, he wasn’t wrong. I’ve been starving to be touched by him for years. And two, that was the first time Miles would call me something aside from my name. A pet name. That’s new and heaven do I love it.

But... was it just me, or had his voice changed?

Since when did Miles’s cold, distant and monotonous voice sound this deep and sexy?

Was it the effect of our current act? Or was I just too drunk and too high that it’s beginning to affect my brain?

“Isn’t it your fault I’m this way?” I tried to sound angry, but my voice shook, giving me away. “You made me wait this long, refusing to acknowledge what was between us… so of course I’m starving for it now.”

My cheeks flamed up.

“I get it,” he moaned, kissing the middle of my chest. “Since you asked for it, I guess I have no choice but to give it to you. So...” his eyes locked on mine, and his tongue flicked out to lick my left n****e, and it took a lot of restraint from me not to jolt out of the bed from the pleasure that oozed from that little touch. “...where do you want to be touched, sweetness?”

Waves of desire flood my every being at how dangerous yet sexy that sounded.

I should ask myself one more time if I really want to do this. If I'll regret it. But I couldn’t. Heck, I’ve wanted this all this time. I wanted to know how he felt, how he tasted. And if the raw desire throbbing through my veins isn’t proof enough of how much I want this, then I don’t care how it ends. I just know that I don’t want to stop until I’m satisfied.

“Fuck...” I moan out loud, throwing my head back with my arms flying to cover my face as Miles' mouth latched onto my left breast, giving it a hard suck.

He didn’t even wait for my response.

His large, rough hand squeezed the other breast while his tongue bit, sucked and teased around the n****e of the other.

“Fucccck..Yes. Just like that....Ahhhh!” I felt tears build in my eyes as pleasure zoomed from my head to toe, making me feel dazed and hypersensitive at the same time as his mouth changed breasts. It felt so good that I didn’t know I was pressing my face into the pillow beside me until Miles suddenly pulled back, only to grab the pillow and fling it off the bed.

“Don’t hide from me, sweetness. I want to see your face while I pleasure you.”

Huh? That was....

I bit my lips. That was sexy.

Is this really, Miles?

Before I could think or try to force my eyes to see clearly in the darkroom, if it was truly him or not, his fingers slipped between my thighs until they found the wet and swollen bud that had been throbbing with want.

“Fuccck!” I moaned, losing myself again. My head fell back, eyes rolling back in desire.

His finger pressed hard through my soaked panties and rubbed my swollen clit until I was a moaning and squirming mess. It felt so good it made me cry out with pleasure, my hands instinctively reaching down between us to stop his hand because it was overwhelming, but he pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand instead, while he continued touching me however he pleased with the other.

My body squirmed under Miles' weight, breath ragged and raw with desire. It was so good. I feel so good….

“Oh, God....” My back arched, thigh clamping tight around his hand.

“Easy, sweet,” he murmured with a dark smile. “Don’t make this difficult. Open those legs for me, like a good girl and allow me to pleasure you.”

It's not like I didn’t want to. But the pleasure was too much, and my legs were trembling that I couldn’t even control them anymore. They kept closing on their own accord, even though I wanted them wide open.

“I-I can't...It feels so good they kept closing on their own.” Heat rose to my cheeks the moment I let the words out.

Miles chuckled, deep and sexy. I wanted to hide my burning face in the crook of his neck.

“Alright then. I guess I’d have to help you.” With that, he used his legs and body to force mine open wider, making it easier for him to tease and stroke my clit, rubbing my swollen folds until I lost all my s**t again.

“Ahh! Ooohh! f**k….Pleaseee..” My body trembled from head to toe, hips rising from the bed, twisting and rolling to meet Miles' pace.

Never, not once, have I felt this good and wild in my entire life. No one else had ever touched me like this. Sure, I had touched myself a few times, but my fingers could never compare to his big, strong ones. If I had known a kiss, just a nudge was the only thing Miles needed to get me in his bed, I would have done that a long time ago instead of enduring nights of touching myself while thinking of him without any satisfaction.

“f**k,” he muttered, finally letting go of my wrist. He moved lower, and before I could figure out what he was doing, he tore my lace panties and buried his face and mouth between my legs.

Oh My Heaven…

"f**k! Miles!” I cried out in shock. My hands flew to his thick, soft hair, grabbing it. I don’t know if I wanted to pull him away or want him there, but my hands were in his hair anyway. “W-what are you doing! S-stop...! Miles! N-No... Ohhh Fucccck!!”

He kissed my folds with the same hunger he kissed my lips, as if devouring me.

How could the calm, elegant, composed Miles I knew turn into something this wild? I guess you can’t know someone completely until you press the right or maybe the wrong button.

He lifted both of my legs in the air, spreading me so wide I screamed. It was a good thing we were the only ones in the big house, or God knows what the rest would think of me and what I was doing.

I felt something tight building inside me as his tongue-f****d me, just like when I touched myself, but I still don’t know how to let it out. I didn’t know how to c*m, and it frustrated me.

“Miles, I’m going to...I c-can’t...ahh! I-I don’t know...p-please!!”

And then he stopped.

My body trembled, and my heart clenched tight in disappointment as I thought he had listened. That we were actually done. That he must have gotten angry with me and stopped. My eyelids were starting to flutter shut in shame, not wanting to search for his eyes in the dark, from fear of what I might see.

“Seriously,” he clicked his tongue in irritation as he knelt in front of me, making my eyes fling open. There I saw that his pants were already unzipped, and his hard length was sticking out and proud. And he was half naked.

Heavens!

“T-that’s...” I swallowed hard, eyes zeroed on his hard length. That’s beautiful and huge.

“I can tell you’re drunk,” he leaned forward, our faces inches apart.

I looked up at him. Then...light from the window hit his face and my breath caught in my throat.

The parted eyebrow, tilted a little by a faint scar that made him look like an angry bird. Greenish-hazel eyes that glint and his famous smirk.

My body turned to ice, and my heart picked up its pace.

No. No way. That…That can’t be..

“But you can’t be drunk enough to mistake who is really making you scream, Rhia”, he said, voice low and husky, and lips dancing with a smirk.

Right, Miles would never touch me like this.

“R-Rhys....” My whole body went cold and trembling. “It-It’s you, isn’t it?”

He smiled, wickedly. “Why? Is that disappointment I’m seeing in your eyes? You no longer want this because it’s me?”

His finger pressed on my clit again, giving it a rough rub, and I instinctively moaned out loud, back arching and eyelids fluttering shut in response to the pleasure.

But that was a mistake on my part because....

“I’ll take that as a no,” he grinned, almost wickedly. “So, this time, make sure you scream the right name.”

“Aaarh!” My nails dig into his back as he thrusts inside me before I can speak.

It hurt so freaking much as I felt something tear, then his d**k filled me up.

Tears spilled down my cheeks, my body shaking uncontrollably from the pain and the shock of it.

“What the f**k?!” he froze mid-motion. “You were... damn…it's your first time?”