Dumped on His Wharf, I Married His Brother and Set Their Price novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: The Bed

He carries her inside and takes his time with her mouth and then his body, and she learns what it is to be gone first for; Wyatt's text lights the phone.

He carried me in from the truck with my legs around his waist and my face in his neck.

He did not put me down until the backs of my knees hit the bed.

The house smelled of woodsmoke and coffee.

One lamp was on, and the window over the bed was open to the cove.

I could hear the bell buoy still going.

"Arms up," Torsten said.

I put my arms up, and he pulled the gray tank top off over my head and dropped it on the floor.

He looked at me.

I was wearing the white cotton bra I had put on for a family picture.

I had never in my life felt so looked at.

"God, Sue," he said. "Look at you."

"I'm not small."

"No, you're not," Torsten said. "Thank Christ."

He unhooked the bra with one hand.

His palms covered my breasts, rough and enormous.

He pushed them together and lowered his mouth to one nipple and sucked.

I grabbed his head.

The heat of his mouth went straight down through me.

When he scraped his teeth over the tip, I said his name out loud.

"There it is," he said against my skin.

He moved to the other breast and gave it the same slow, wet attention.

His hand slid down my belly and undid my skirt.

I lifted my hips so he could take it off, and my underwear went with it.

I lay back on his quilt with nothing on.

He stood at the foot of the bed with his hands on his belt and watched me breathe.

"Take yours off," I said.

"Yes, ma'am."

He pulled his shirt over his head in one motion.

His chest was broad and dark-haired, scarred along one rib where a trap had once dragged him against a rail.

His arms were thicker than my thighs.

He pushed his jeans and his boxers down together and stepped out of them.

I stopped breathing for a second.

He was thick and long and flushed dark, standing hard against his stomach, and he was not showing off.

He just stood there and let me look.

"Torsten," I said. "That's going to be a lot."

"It's going to be exactly as much as you want," he said.

"Come here."

"Not yet."

He knelt at the end of the bed and took me by the backs of my knees.

He pulled me down the quilt until my ass was at the edge.

"I told you," he said. "I'm going to take as long as you let me."

He put my knees over his shoulders.

I saw his dark head lower between my thighs.

The first touch of his mouth was one long slow lick up the whole length of me, from my entrance to my clit.

My back came off the bed.

"Oh my God."

"Mm," he said, and I felt it.

He did it again, slowly, with the flat of his tongue.

Then he found my clit with the tip and circled it, and my hands went into his hair.

He held my hips down with his huge hands.

I could not move away even if I had wanted to, and I did not want to.

I wanted him to never stop.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, gently, then harder, and a sound came out of me that I had never made for anyone.

"Louder," he said, his mouth wet and hot against me. "Nobody's going to hear but the lobsters."

I laughed, and then the laugh turned into a moan.

He had pushed two fingers inside me and curled them while his tongue kept moving.

I was so wet that I could hear it.

"Torsten, please, I'm going to-"

"Do it," he said.

I came with my thighs locked around his head and my heels digging into his back.

It broke over me in long hard waves.

He rode it out with his tongue slow on my clit and his fingers still in me.

I was shaking and begging him to stop, and then begging him not to.

When I lay still, he kissed the inside of my thigh.

"One," he said.

"One?"

"I'm counting."

He stood up and wiped his mouth on his forearm.

He looked down at me with such open delight that I started to laugh again.

"Get on the bed," I said. "I want you in me."

"Right now."

I reached up and took his cock in both hands.

He watched me stroke the whole length of it.

It took both hands.

He was breathing through his nose, his jaw tight, and when I squeezed him at the base he shut his eyes.

"Sue," he said. "Careful."

"Why?"

"Because I haven't had anyone since March, and you're licking your lips."

"I'm hungry," I said.

He put one knee on the bed and his palm flat on the quilt beside my head.

He took himself in his other hand and rubbed the head of his cock through the wetness between my legs.

I jerked up against him.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

"Just come in me."

He pushed forward.

The blunt thick head of him stretched me, slowly, and I felt every inch of it.

I gasped and held on to his forearms.

He stopped.

"Breathe," he said. "I've got you."

"Don't stop."

"I'm not."

He pushed in another inch, and then another, rocking a little, letting my body open around him.

I was full in a way I had never been in my whole life.

He bottomed out with a long shaking breath, and his forehead came down against mine.

"Oh, fuck," he said. "Sue. You feel so good."

I could not talk.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and held on.

I felt him throbbing inside me, and I felt how big he was and how carefully he was holding still.

"Move," I said.

He moved.

He pulled out slowly and pushed back in just as slowly.

Each time he went a little deeper and a little harder, and I heard the headboard begin to knock against the wall.

"Put your legs up," he said.

I put my legs up.

He caught my ankles and set them on his shoulders and bent me nearly double, and the angle changed everything.

He hit a place inside me that made me cry out.

"There?" he said.

"There. God. There."

He kept hitting it.

His hips drove into me in long deep strokes, and the bed shook.

His huge body moved above me with the muscles standing out in his arms.

I put my hands flat on his chest and felt his heart slamming.

"You're so fucking tight," he said. "You take it so good."

"Harder," I said.

"Susannah."

"Harder, Torsten."

He gave it to me hard and deep and steady.

The sound of it filled the room, skin on skin, and my own voice got higher with every thrust.

My second orgasm built low in my belly, tight and hot, and I could feel myself clenching around him.

"I'm going to," I said.

"Come on my cock."

He reached between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb, fast, in time with his hips.

I broke.

I came with a scream into the open window, my back arching off the quilt, my pussy gripping him in long pulses.

He swore and slammed in once, twice, and went rigid above me.

He came with his face in my neck and my name in his mouth.

I felt him pulse inside me, again and again, heavy and hot, flooding my pussy with cum.

I held his head against my shoulder until it stopped.

For a long time neither of us moved.

The bell buoy rang in the cove.

Torsten lifted his head and looked at me, and his eyes were wet.

"Sue," he said, rough, and kissed me.

"Nobody has ever gone first for me," I said.

It came out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"Wyatt always finished and then asked if I was okay. I said yes every time."

His face changed.

He kissed me, very slowly, and when he lifted his head he spoke quietly.

"Then he was a fool," Torsten said, "and I'm not him."

He eased out of me and went into the bathroom.

I lay on his quilt and stared at the ceiling and felt every part of my body.

I felt loose and bruised and warm, and I did not feel alone.

When he came back, he had a washcloth.

He cleaned me with it, gently, and I let him.

"Two," he said.

"You said one."

"I count the second one now."

He grinned and tossed the washcloth at the chair.

"Then I want a third," I said.

He stopped grinning.

"Susannah."

"I mean it. Lie back."

He lay back against the pillows, and the bed took his weight with a groan.

I climbed over him and sat on his thighs.

He was already hard again, heavy and flushed against his stomach, and I wrapped my hand around him and stroked him slowly.

"Sue," he said, his voice strained.

I tightened my hand on his cock, and he watched my hand the whole time.

Then I rose up on my knees and lined his cock up with my pussy.

I sank down slowly, and I felt him stretch me again, and this time there was no hurry in it.

I took him to the base and sat there, full, with my hands flat on his chest.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely. "God. Look at you on top of me."

I began to move.

I rocked my hips forward and back, grinding down, and his hands came up and closed around my breasts.

He thumbed my nipples in time with me, and every pull went straight to my clit.

"That's it," he said. "Take what you want. Use me."

I used him.

I rode him slowly at first and then faster, my hair falling over my shoulders and my thighs burning.

He watched me with his mouth open and his eyes dark.

"You're perfect," he said. "You're so fucking perfect."

I had never been called that in bed, not once.

I leaned down and kissed him, wet and open, and he held my face in both hands and kissed me back.

His hips began to lift under me, meeting each stroke, and the bed began to knock the wall again.

"Torsten," I said into his mouth. "I'm close."

"Reach down."

I slid my hand between us and found my clit and rubbed it, fast and slick, while he drove up into me from below.

The pleasure gathered and tightened and broke.

I came with my forehead on his chest and a sob in my throat, clenching around him, shaking all over.

He gripped my hips and held me down on him, and groaned.

"Sue. Sue, I'm-"

"Come for me."

He came with a low shout, thrusting up into me, his whole body arching off the bed.

I rode it out with him, kissing his jaw, until he went slack under me and I collapsed on his chest.

His heart pounded under my ear.

"Three," I whispered.

His laugh shook my whole body.

He lay still with me on top of him for a long time, one big hand moving slowly up and down my back.

Then he eased me off him, and his cum ran warm down my thigh.

He lay down beside me, pulled me against his chest, and pulled the quilt over us both.

On the nightstand my phone buzzed.

I turned my head.

The screen lit the lamp-yellow room with a name I knew by heart.

Wyatt: Mar please. Can we talk. I didn't mean it like that.

Torsten had seen it too.

His arm around me did not tighten, and he did not say anything.

I reached over and turned the phone face down on the wood.

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