An insistent hand on the back of my neck brought me around and I tried to turn, but his head pinned mine down. All I could see was the top of his head, his hair flat and darker, still wet from the shower. His naked chest pressed against my shoulders, his face nuzzling into the side of my neck.
I raised to my knees slightly, just enough to press my ass against his hips, his erection already firm against the thin material of the blanket that still covered me. He worked one hand under the blanket and his thumb and forefinger found my nipple, pinching. I gasped, my eyes closing, my hips rubbing back and forth against his groin. He thrust forward hard and fast, rocking me back to the mattress. Releasing my nipple, he grabbed my hips with his other hand lifting me to his form, grinding into me.
This was…different. Twice in one night wasn't uncommon for Connor, but usually the first round was rough and the follow-up was gentle. Not that I was arguing, frankly, I was enjoying the changeup. He slid between me and the wall, slipping under the blanket with me, his hands exploring. Lying on my side now, he spooned naked behind me, kissing and gently biting my neck and back. One hand slipped between my neck and the mattress, over my shoulder down to my breast, tweaking my nipple. I leaned my head back in ecstasy, my eyes closed, and he caught my earlobe in his teeth. I groaned in pleasure and he bit harder. I inhaled sharply and he released my ear, returning his mouth's attention to my neck.
His other hand, meanwhile, ran short nails down the sensitive skin covering my spine, then slid forward over the mound of my hip, he nudged a knee between my thighs, parting them. His fingers dipped into my folds, brushing over my clit then continuing on, burying his finger inside of me. I cried out and his hand left my nipple, placing one finger over my lips then pointing at the bed on the other side of the room, where I could just make out a sleeping form. I nodded, acknowledging his brother's presence and took his finger in my mouth, sucking, circling it with my tongue. The finger inside me waggled furiously as his thumb massaged my clit, roughly.
I sank my nails into his thigh, arching back against him, his cock insistent against my ass. Rolling forward he pinned my body underneath his own. Removing his fingers he lifted my ass, bringing me to my hands and knees. I tried to spread my legs but he put his knees on the outside of my calves, keeping my thighs tight. Then without warning, he slammed into me, rocking me forward. I shrieked again, unable to stop myself. I pinned my lower lip between my teeth in an attempt to muffle my moans as he thrust into me over and over. Hard and fast, the friction from my close together thighs driving me mad. Losing strength in my arms, I collapsed onto my elbows, his powerful rocking motions strong enough to cause my breasts to sway back and forth, my nipples brushing against the rough cotton of the sheets, just adding another level of stimulation to the whole situation.
As it was, the whole thing was already adding up to be too much for me. I felt a growl building in my throat that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to contain, when his right hand slid from my hip, splaying his palm and fingers over the cheek of my ass, squeezing, always keeping up the speed. I started to shiver as my muscles contracted with the beginnings of a bone-melting orgasm. As he slapped his hand hard against my ass, a full on scream ripped from my throat as his fingers clenched in the flesh of my hips and his seed filled me.
All of my strength left me and I collapsed, bonelessly, forward onto my face. I was just getting my breath back when the same blanket was pulled over me. Still flat on my face, he rolled me onto my side. His body, no longer taut as a bowstring with desire and lust, was relaxed and warm, molding to my own. One hand draped over my hip, the other slid under my neck, supporting my head. A small satisfied sound escaped me as I cuddled to his arm. He softly kissed my ear. "Remind me to apologize to your brother in the morning," I said sleepily. "That was a little more vocal than I intended."
"Hm," he agreed. And he sounded sleepy himself. My eyelids were getting heavy as his breathing evened out against my neck. My eyes fell on his hand stretched out in front of me and as I nodded off, a stray thought floated through my brain…I thought Connor's tattoo read 'Veritas'.