Married to my Ex’s Brother

CHAPTER 5

Cleo

He withdrew his hands and I almost cried out at the loss of contact. He slipped an arm around my waist and lifted me effortlessly. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms circling his neck to steady myself. He captured my lips again and carried me out of the elevator. Somewhere in the distance, a door opened and clicked shut behind us. I was vaguely aware of the soft rhythm of his footsteps, then the slight shift as he climbed a short flight of stairs without slowing, never once breaking the kiss. Everything beyond him blurred into nothing.

He pushed the bedroom door open and it closed softly behind us. Then he slowly lowered me to my feet, never breaking contact. His hand moved to the zipper at the side of my dress and slowly pulled it down. The fabric slipped effortlessly from my body, pooling at my feet. I lifted one leg and casually kicked the dress to the side of the room. I wasn't wearing a bra so I was standing there in nothing but my panties. He finally pulled away from the kiss, one hand gently cupping my face as his gaze swept over me. His eyes were dark with lust and desire, making my breath catch in my throat.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts. I moaned softly when his thumb brushed lightly over my hardening n*****s. Slowly, he backed me toward the bed. When my legs hit the mattress, he lifted me easily, laying me down against the plush duvet as his hands continued their exploration. One of his hands slid up my thigh, pushing my panties aside until his fingers brushed against my center.

“You're so f*****g wet,” he groaned, circling my c**t with agonizing slowness.

“Oh God,” I gasped, hips bucking involuntarily.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, fingers teasing at my entrance.

My breath hitched. “I want..”

“Say it.” He demanded, his voice rough.

“I want you to f**k me,” I said, finally finding my voice.

He stood for a moment, slowly unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off. He then unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift movement, freeing his c**k. I couldn't help the small gasp that escaped my lips. He was huge, thick and long, the tip glistening with pre-c*m. I wondered if he could fit inside me. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I obliged, parting my thighs to give him a full view of my most intimate place and his eyes immediately darkened with unmistakable desire. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his c**k stretching me painfully.

“f**k,” I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders.

“You’re so f*****g tight,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips.

He began to move, slow at first, then picking up the pace until he was pounding into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking him deeper with each powerful thrust, my body already adapting to his size, pain giving way to pleasure.

His pace became punishing. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our moans and the occasional creak of the bed. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly.

“You feel so f*****g good,” he groaned, his pace increasing.

“Harder. f**k me harder,” I urged, digging my nails into his shoulders.

His hands moved up to cup my breasts, kneading them roughly before pinching my n*****s between his fingers.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” I gasped.

The dual stimulation of his c**k inside me and his hands on my breasts had me racing towards the edge.

“I’m going to come,” I warned, my voice breaking.

“Me too,” he groaned, increasing his pace.

With one final thrust he buried himself deep inside me, his c**k pulsing as we both found our release. He buried his face in my neck and we both stayed like that, catching our breaths, before he carefully pulled out, collapsing beside me.

The room fell quiet. The frantic noise that had filled my head all evening was gone, replaced by nothing more than the steady hum of the air conditioner and the faint sound of traffic somewhere far below. I lay there staring at the ceiling, my thoughts drifting without direction. A dull ache settled in my chest, but it didn’t feel as sharp as it had a few hours ago. It was still there, though somehow quieter. Maybe tomorrow it will hurt all over again, or maybe I'll wake up and hate myself for tonight. But right now, I’m simply exhausted. Emotionally. Mentally. Physically.

My eyelids grew heavier with every passing second. Beside me, I could feel the quiet warmth of the man lying next to me. His eyes were already closed, one arm rested carelessly across the pillow, his breathing slow and even. I wondered, fleetingly, if he was asleep already. Sleep tugged at me with relentless insistence, pulling me under before I could think about anything else. My eyes fluttered shut, and within seconds, I drifted off.

The warmth of the morning sun against my face slowly pulled me awake. For a few seconds, I just lay there staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above me. My head felt heavy and fuzzy, like cotton had been stuffed inside it. This wasn’t my room. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne and whiskey.

Whiskey.

My stomach twisted. Memories from the previous night flashed through my mind in broken pieces. Damien. The restaurant. The breakup. The club. I remembered speaking to a man at the bar and everything that had happened after that.

Slowly, I turned my head. He was lying beside me. Completely shirtless, one arm stretched carelessly across the bed. His face was turned slightly toward me.

Panic instantly flooded my chest. I glanced down, realizing I was completely naked beneath the blanket, then quickly pulled it tighter around myself.

“s**t…” I whispered.

My heart slammed violently against my chest as I scrambled out of bed as quietly as possible, gathering my clothes from the floor. My dress lay crumpled near the chair, one heel overturned beside the bed while the other had somehow ended up near the door.I moved quickly, my hands trembling slightly as I pulled my clothes back on.

The man shifted behind me and I froze. For one terrifying second, I thought he was waking up. But he only turned slightly before going still again, his face sinking deeper into the pillow. Relief washed over me instantly.I grabbed my purse from the bedside table and rushed out of the room without looking back.