Chapter Ninety eight
Cyrus unzipped my dress and it slid to my feet in a pool, I wasn’t wearing a bra and he lowered his mouth to my nipple, and I felt the sensations, everywhere. With his hand still in my panties, he stroked between my legs and I whimpered and kneaded his shoulders feeling every nerve and flame. He slid two fingers into my pussy and it was pure bliss. I couldn’t think I could only feel as a giant wave took hold. I clung to him, lowering my forehead to his shoulder as my belly coiled tight. When he curled his fingers inside me, I clenched around them and shook, the gasps of pleasure finding their way into the room.
He carried me to the dresser and set me back on it. And then he lowered his head between my legs, tonguing m sensitive pussy, licking and sucking while I writhed on the dresser. It’s not long before I am screaming my orgasm while calling his name over and over again while he keeps on sucking all the juices, never letting up until I come down from my high.
He slides my panties off my hips and I kick them to the floor. He takes off his shorts, his chest rising, his breath ragged. His other hand lifts one of my legs as he positions his cock at my entrance and shoves all the way into me. With every thrust I lift my hips, matching him thrust to thrust. He goes deeper, fucks harder, sinking all the way into me and branding my soul. His fingers grip my thighs, leaving bruises, no doubt and I moan in response. He pounds harder, his balls slapping my ass. Our skin is slick with sweat. Heavy breaths and groans fill the room.
Cyrus leans in and takes my bottom lip between his teeth and it’s like pulling a trigger. My body tenses and shudders and clenches around him. I grip his biceps; the world goes still but for this feeling. He pulls out and holds his cock against my clit when he comes.
When he has caught his breath he bends his face towards me and kisses me again. Softly. Then he puts himself back inside and gets in the bedroom, probably to clean up. I ease down the dresser, collect my pants and leave his bedroom, so I can have a shower of my own.
I sought out Cyrus for the next three weeks, always waiting for him to come home before I knock and initiate contact and I have to say there have been positive results. We are still not talking but the sex and the chemistry is phenomenal. He no longer bites me to break skin anymore, when he does it it’s only in a sexy kind of way and I no longer leave his bedroom with bruises but a satisfied smile on my face. Margret said I seem a lot livelier and happier now days and I have to say I am enjoying it immensely.
By the time Sunday family dinner comes again I am not hurting my head about it. I don’t get dressed or lie to myself that I will be going. Cyrus comes back early as usual kisses me and gets me off with his mouth and fingers before he showers and heads to dinner already late,
“Don’t leave this room. I am not finished with you yet.” he says to me with a wink before he closes the door and heads out.
I suppose I should be mad he is locking me in here and separating me from my family and the world but it’s a great reprieve that he is not using my body to punish me anymore. I will be patient and bid my time, he can’t lock me in here for the rest of his life and he certainly can’t go to his parent’s anniversary without his wife with him. Whatever excuse he might have, the fact that I wasn’t at the birthday dinner and the anniversary will raise questions and rumors.
When Cyrus comes back he has a shiner and a huge grin to go with it. He smiles and hugs me to him as he says how much he has missed me that I think he is drunk but from the kiss I know he hasn’t been drinking tonight.
“What happened to your eye? And why are you so happy?” I finally ask him when he releases me and sits beside me on the bed.
“This right here? Cullen hit me, he hits like a girl so it doesn’t hurt. He looks worse though, you should see his face. Mom went crazy.” Cyrus answers with a chuckle, like this is something funny, but it’s not.
“Why would he hit you? Please don’t tell me you guys are still fighting over what happened” I find myself saying.
Cyrus stills and watches me for a few seconds while I hold my breath and wait for the worse. He is going to get mad and take his anger on me; I never should have said anything.
“I am afraid dinner was cut short after our little show. Mother couldn’t take looking at his son’s bruised face and went to tend to him. I guess it all worked out in the end because it got me here to you earlier than I had anticipated.” He says as he leans into me and starts kissing me again.
I let him kiss me and pull me on top of him as I help him out of his shirt, letting my eyes wander through his toned muscled body while I grind my ass against his hardening cock. Cyrus growls his approval against my mouth; I get his pants open and my hand slides in, grabbing his dick and rubbing it hard and fast for him.
“I think you and Cullen should talk. Hush things out, He’s your brother” I whisper breathlessly still working him.
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