FALLING FOR THE LYCAN BIKER: MY BESTFRIEND BROTHER

Chapter 73: I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE

Chapter 74

I kept my eyes on his as I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his thick shaft.

He was so hard and warm, pulsing against my tongue. The salty taste of his pre-cum coated the back of my throat, and I moaned softly around him, the vibration making his hips twitch.

"Damn, Lumi," he breathed again, voice low and strained. His fingers stayed gentle in my hair, never pushing, just holding on like he needed something to anchor him. "You look so beautiful like this."

I pulled back slowly, letting my tongue drag along the underside of his cock before swirling around the swollen head.

I kissed it softly, then licked the bead of pre-cum that welled up, savoring it. Ren’s chest rose and fell faster.

His abs tightened, and I traced my fingers over the defined lines there, feeling the heat of his skin.

"Come here," he whispered, pulling me up gently but firmly. He kissed me like I was something precious, like he couldn’t get enough of my taste mixed with his.

His hands roamed my back, sliding under the bunched-up nightdress, caressing every inch of bare skin like he was memorizing me.

He laid me down on the bed again, spreading my legs with his knees as he settled between them. His eyes never left mine.

The way he looked at me made my heart squeeze...dark with lust, but soft with something deeper. Like I was his whole world right now.

I felt like a girl over again with the way he was handling me. A girl who’s cherished and adored by her man.

"You’re perfect," he murmured, leaning down to kiss my collarbone.

"So fucking perfect, Lumi. Every part of you." He kissed lower, between my breasts, then took one nipple into his mouth again, sucking slowly while his hand kneaded the other. I arched into him, gasping.

His free hand slipped between my thighs, fingers gliding through my pussy.

I was dripping, the evidence of my earlier orgasms still slick on my skin and probably all over the couch we’d left behind. He groaned against my breast when he felt how ready I was.

"I need you," I whispered, tugging at his shoulders. "Ren, please."

He lifted his head, eyes locked on mine as he positioned himself. The thick head of his cock nudged my entrance, rubbing up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness.

He pushed forward slowly, stretching me open. Inch by thick inch, he sank into me until his hips pressed flush against mine. I felt so full, so completely taken.

"God... you feel perfect," he groaned, voice rough with restraint. "So tight and hot around me. Like you were made for me, baby."

He stayed buried deep for a long moment, letting me adjust, kissing me softly...my lips, my cheeks, my eyelids.

His arms caged me in, protective and possessive at the same time. When he finally started to move, it was slow and deep, rolling his hips in a way that dragged his cock against every sensitive spot inside me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him even deeper. Each thrust made my breath hitch.

The wet, intimate sounds of our bodies connecting filled the quiet room...soft slaps of skin, the slick glide of him moving in and out of my soaked pussy.

Ren buried his face in my neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin there.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," he confessed between kisses. "Not just your body... you. All of you. The way you smile at Theo, how strong you are, how you look at me right now.""

His words melted something inside me. I cupped his face, bringing his mouth back to mine.

Our tongues danced slowly, matching the rhythm of his hips. He wasn’t fucking me...he was making love to me, worshipping me with every stroke.

I rocked up to meet him, grinding my clit against his pelvis on every downstroke. Pleasure built steadily, warm and golden, spreading through my limbs.

Ren shifted slightly, hooking one of my legs higher. The new angle made him hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.

"Oh god... right there," I moaned, trying to keep my voice down.

Theo’s door was cracked open down the hall, and the thought of waking him added a risky edge that somehow made everything more intense.

Ren smiled against my lips, that bright, genuine smile that made my chest flutter.

"Yeah? Feel good, baby?" He kept the same angle, thrusting deeper, grinding harder. His hand slid between us, thumb finding my swollen clit and rubbing slow, perfect circles.

"Yeah... yeah...there..."

I came undone with a choked cry, clenching hard around his cock. My walls pulsed and fluttered, milking him as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

Ren groaned deeply, but he didn’t stop. He rode me through it, slower now, savoring every contraction.

When I finally caught my breath, trembling beneath him, he kissed my forehead.

"You’re so beautiful when you come. I could watch that forever." My cheek felt a little hot.

He pulled out gently, making me whimper at the loss. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up so I was on my knees, chest pressed to the mattress. He ran his hands over my ass, squeezing and spreading me open.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice full of awe. "So wet and open for me. So pretty."

He leaned down and licked a long stripe from my clit to my entrance, tasting our combined wetness.

I shivered, pushing back against his mouth. He ate me like he was starving...long, hungry licks, sucking my clit gently, then harder. Two fingers pushed inside me again, curling perfectly.

I was already sensitive, and the new position made everything more intense. I gripped the sheets, biting my lip to stay quiet as another orgasm built fast and sharp.

"Ren... I’m gonna..."

"Come for me," he growled against my pussy, fingers pumping faster. "Let go, baby."

I shattered again, thighs shaking, a fresh gush of wetness coating his hand and chin. He kept licking me through it, gentler now, until the tremors stopped.

Only then did he rise up behind me. He rubbed his cock along my slit once, twice, then pushed back inside in one smooth thrust.

I felt every thick inch stretching me, filling me completely.

He started thrusting harder, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to play with my breasts, pinching my nipples.

The bed creaked rhythmically beneath us. Skin slapped against skin. I could hear how wet I was...filthy sounds that made me even more aroused.

"You feel so perfect," he repeated, voice strained. "This pussy... fuck, Lumi. So warm and tight. Gripping me like you don’t want to let go."

I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. "Harder," I whispered. "I can take it."

Ren groaned and gave me what I asked for. He drove into me faster, deeper, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over.

His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust. I reached back, grabbing his thigh, urging him on.

He leaned over me, chest against my back, one arm wrapped around my waist holding me close. His mouth was right by my ear.

"I adore you," he whispered fiercely. "Every sound you make, every shiver. You’re everything, Lumi."

His hand slid down to my clit again, rubbing fast circles. The pressure inside me built impossibly high.

I came hard for the third time, crying out into the pillow, my whole body shaking violently.

Ren followed right after, burying himself as deep as possible as he came with a low, guttural moan. I felt every pulse, every hot spurt of his cum filling me up.

We collapsed together onto the bed, still joined. He stayed inside me for a long while, softening slowly, kissing the back of my neck and shoulders.

When he finally pulled out, a rush of our combined fluids leaked down my thighs. He turned me gently onto my back and looked down at the mess with dark satisfaction.

"Messy girl," he teased softly, but his eyes were full of tenderness. He grabbed a clean t-shirt from the floor and wiped me carefully between my legs, then cleaned himself.

I pulled him back down beside me, curling into his chest. His arms wrapped around me immediately, strong and secure. One hand stroked my hair, the other traced lazy patterns on my bare hip.

For a while, we just breathed together. The apartment was quiet except for the distant hum of the fridge and Theo’s soft breathing audible through the cracked doors.

"I meant it," Ren said quietly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You feel perfect. Not just this... everything about you. Being here with you and Theo... it’s like I finally found where I belong."

I tilted my head up to look at him. His eyes were soft in the dim light coming through the curtains. I kissed him slowly, pouring everything I felt into it—fear, desire, hope, love.

"I was scared," I admitted against his lips. "Still am, a little. But I want this. I want you."

He smiled, that bright, heart-stopping smile, and pulled the blanket over us. "Then we’ll take it slow. One day at a time. But I’m not going anywhere, Lumi. Not unless you tell me to."