Hendrix: Caldwell Brothers (The Caldwell Brothers Book 1)

Warm. Quiet. Darkness. Safe. The strong, tattooed arms of Hendrix are wrapped firmly around me. My leg is draped over his, my arm around him, my body half over him, and I feel a burn deep inside to have him. He has one arm under me, resting just at the crest of my ass, while the other is draped over me, his hand relaxed on my back.

Waking more, my body comes alive with every breath he takes. I move my head, and he chuckles under me as my eyes land on his growing erection.

“See something you like?” His deep voice vibrates through his chest, sounding sexier than ever.

Rather than reply, I climb over him and kiss him. Moving my hands to either side of his head, I bring my lips down slowly, softly connecting with his. I wait for the rejection; only, it doesn’t come. His lips part, and then my tongue slips inside as his hands slide down to cup my ass in his oversized sweatpants.

‘Classy and Fabulous.’ This is fabulous.

My nipples harden against the material of his T-shirt as I suck on his bottom lip before pulling away. I search his eyes, wondering what happens next.

“Consent fuckin’ given, if that’s what you’re searching for.”

When I nod and bite my lip, he quickly rolls me over onto my back as he devours my mouth. I wrap my legs around him and arch up into him. Wanting, needing, and panting with desire, I am wanton and wild.

He moves his hands to my hips, tugging at the waistband of the pants. Dropping my legs, I raise up my hips to help him in his endeavors to undress me, opening myself to him.

His eyes darken in lust. I think he is going to lay over me and kiss me again, but when I reach out to run my hands through his hair, he moves down, kissing my belly.

“Gotta taste this sweet pussy again.”

Before I can register what he is telling me, his lips are on me … there. I quiver, I shiver, and oh my, I shake. His tongue is working me over like never before. I remember the closet, but this is so much more.

Fingers pull my lips apart as his tongue licks, laps, and then he sucks. Stars dance behind my eyelids as I can only grip the sheets and ride out my orgasm.

He laughs against me, sending vibrations over my core. A finger slides into me, and I automatically clinch around the single digit.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” Hendrix whispers against me as his finger moves in and out, while his tongue continues to work its magic.

It doesn’t take long before the building begins inside me again. My thighs grip his head of their own accord.

Removing his finger, he lays both hands on my inner thighs at the juncture to push my legs off him some. Once he has some space, his tongue dives inside me, and then he shakes his head back and forth. The sensations overwhelm me as his facial hair rubs my inner thighs, and his tongue penetrates me, sending me over the edge into oblivion.

He pulls his head back, smiling like a man who just won a gold medal. Then, taking the hem of the shirt I am wearing, he slides it up. When I lean up, it is quickly removed and tossed aside.

Before I can gather my bearings or control of my body, his mouth is on my left breast, sucking. I eagerly arch into him, ready yet again for more.

He makes me hungry with desire, needy with lust, and overcome with sensuality in a way that doesn’t feel wrong. No, he makes me feel empowered.

Reaching down, I place my hands on either side of his face and pull him to me for a kiss, tasting myself on him. It only ignites me further.

I wrap my legs back around him, rocking into his pant-covered erection. I want him. I need him. By golly, I have to have him.

Sensing my urgency, Hendrix pulls away to remove his pants and grabs a condom from his nightstand. Quickly, he sheaths himself. Then, rolling to his back, he practically picks me up and puts me on top of him. As he lines us up, he only places the tip at my opening, letting me be in charge.

I run this mother…

Run it, I do. I slide down onto him slowly, letting my body adjusts to his size. When I rise up again, I don’t lean over to hide myself from him. Instead, I lean back, both hands on his thighs behind me, as I ride him for everything I can. He is trying to hold back, but it doesn’t take long before his hands are on my hips, controlling the pace in which he slides in and out of my slick heat. I am on fire as my body trembles.

Leaning up, he sucks on my nipple before releasing it with a pop, and that is all it takes to put me over the edge again. I am limp as I come down.

He thrusts in me three more times before I feel him tighten under me with his release. Exhausted, I can only allow him to kiss me softly before I roll off him and to the side.

I barely get his shirt and my panties back on as exhaustion takes over. I fall fast asleep before he can even come back from disposing of the condom.