Claimed Series

Filthy Brother

“Hurry up!” a voice yells from the other side, and my eyes go wide with shock.

I turn back to Levi, disappointment flooding me as I think this is over. But Levi’s eyes darken and he holds my gaze, a secretive smirk tugging on his lips.

“Wait your turn!” he shouts back to the person on the other side, who stops knocking in response. Levi’s hands hold my waist, the air between us electric. “You heard them,” he murmurs, easing further into me. “We better hurry.”

“Oh God!” I gasp, absolutely on board with this plan but unable to form a proper sentence as Levi fills me. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt, the way my body stretches around him, the hard heat of him, the rush of pure bliss that fizzes through me when he hits a place inside me that has me seeing stars. There’s a small amount of pressure, a tinge of discomfort, at taking him for the first time, my body trying to adjust to the new sensation, but it’s overridden by the overwhelming desire. “Yes!”

“Look at you,” Levi groans, and I do, looking down to find I’ve taken him completely. The sight is filthy, erotic as hell. “Taking me so fucking well. I knew you would. You’re mine, Lace. All. Fucking. Mine.” With the last three words, he retreats from my body, making me claw at him to try and get him to stay. But he just smirks and thrusts back in, knocking all the air from my lungs.

“Oh,” I whine, going limp against him.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs as I rest against his chest, his arms wrapped around me. “Hold on to me and let me make you feel good. Beautiful girl.”

We might be having sex for the first time in a club bathroom while people on the other side of the door complain about us taking too long, but it feels so intimate. Like nothing exists but Levi and me. He consumes my senses, his heartbeat and words filling my ears, the scent of his cologne and the taste of his kisses, the way we look tangled up together.

I didn’t know it could feel this good.

“So…so…goo—Levi!” I babble out, shouting his voice in a broken cry when one of his hands slips between our bodies and finds my clit. The added level of sensation sends me barreling closer to an orgasm. I’d be embarrassed by how close I am to falling apart already if I had the brain cells left to feel anything but pleasure.

Levi drops his other hand to the counter for purchase, fucking me harder. I cling to him to avoid being moved back with the force of our thrusts, holding myself close to him. My body moves on automatic, trying to grind against him, but mostly I can’t do anything but spread my thighs and take whatever he has to give me. I’m completely under his control and ecstatic about the fact.

“Your pussy’s as perfect as the rest of you,” Levi tells me, and I shiver at the way the dirty praise washes over me.

“Levi, I…I think…” I try and fail to speak coherently as that tight coil of heat bursts inside me.

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” Levi encourages as I do just that, muffling my screams of pleasure against his chest and drowning in wave after wave of bliss. “Fuck, just like that. You’re gonna make me come, strangling my cock like that.”

That breaks through the wall of pleasure slamming into me. “Yes, yes, please,” I beg, suddenly needing to feel him come, to feel him give in to this like I am. “Come inside me, Levi. I need it.”

I don’t know where the words come from, only that I mean them wholeheartedly. I may have been a virgin until five minutes ago, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamt about this for months.

“Fuck!” Levi barks out the word, then he’s clutching me close, shuddering. I feel his cock jerk inside me, then a hot flood of come as his orgasm takes him. I gasp, reveling in the sensation, my head tipping back so I can kiss and lick the tanned skin of his throat, needing to taste him.

For a minute, we’re both panting, shaking messes. Then another rude knock interrupts us, and this time, we have to pull away.

Levi slips out of me, and my face flames as wetness coats my thighs. He smiles at me in a way that makes my heart thunder in my chest, then cleans us up as best as he can with a paper towel and water.

“You okay, baby?” he asks softly and helps me stand. I smooth down my skirt, but one glance in the small mirror above the sink reveals that there’s no way to hide the flush in my cheeks or the pleasure-induced shine in my eyes. I find that I don’t want to hide it, anyway.

“More than okay,” I answer honestly, leaning into him as he winds an arm around my waist.

Levi shields me from the people waiting outside the bathroom when we finally stumble out, though I catch the way he glares daggers at a man who mumbles about us taking too long in there.

My knees are shaky, and I lean on Levi as we make our way back to the bar where our friends have crowded in a group.

“Oh, there you—OH SHIT!” Kade, the birthday boy of our group, shouts, his jaw dropping as he takes in our ruffled appearances. Kade is a huge guy, as tall as Levi is at over six foot, with a bushy beard but in reality is a giant softy.

In contrast, Levi with his undeniable good looks—messy brown hair, deep green eyes, bulging muscles from all the physical work he does—is the real grump of the group. To everyone but me, that is.

I swear I nearly burst into flames when the whole group erupts with cheers, jeers, and questions. There’s no hiding what Levi and I have been up to, not when he’s holding me close.

My hair’s a mess from his hands and my lips are still tingly and swollen from his kisses. Levi shoves Jack away when he tries to hug him in congratulations, and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me despite the embarrassment.

“Shut the fuck up,” Levi tells the others, shaking his head. They’re used to his gruffness, though, and just smile at us.

“We’re just happy you two have finally fucked,” Aaron, another of our friends, pipes up. “We placed bets on how long it would take. You lasted a whole month longer than I thought.”

I gape at him, blinking. Was the tension between Levi and me really that obvious? Clearly, I hadn’t done as good a job at hiding my pining as I thought.