Being pressed against Charlie was beyond perfection, but to hear him admit that he wanted me too, to feel just how ready to have me pressed against my stomach was overwhelming. I wanted more. I wanted so much more. But I wasn’t about to have sex with him in the same house as his brothers. Brothers that I was also attracted to.

God, when did I become such a hussy?

I lay there in his arms, panting, my pussy pulsing and soaked, and desperately needing attention from the throbbing hard cock I had pressed against my belly. I looked at him, and all I wanted to do was kiss him again. I needed more, but I wasn’t about to do that with the other brothers on the same floor in the same house in the quiet stillness of a snowstorm. They would hear everything!

“Charlie.” I pleaded. I really wasn’t sure what it was that I was begging for. Was I asking for him to stop, or was I pleading for him to keep going? Both. Either. Neither. Jesus, I really didn’t know anymore.

“We can stop if you need to.” He sounded so sincere, but the grinding of his hips against mine, rubbing his cock against my pussy told me that he really didn’t want to stop.

“I think we need to,” I said.

“Okay.” He replied.

Neither of us moved an inch, we kept looking at each other, staring, I couldn’t take it anymore and I slammed my lips against his again, drinking in the heat of his body pressed against mine, the firmness of his lips on mine, and the fact that I was so fucking horny for him it was insane.

He moved his mouth over my throat to my nibble on my neck and earlobe. “I know that you want my brothers too, it turns me on.”

Christ, I couldn’t help myself when he breathed that confession against my ear. A moan escaped from my mouth, and I felt his cock twitch against me when I did. I was in danger of not stopping. I was in danger of every man in this house finding out just what I sounded like when I reached a climax, and I had to admit that turned me on even more and just made me grab at Charlie, trying to get the friction I needed to find some kind of release.

“Charlie, please, if you don’t stop now, I won’t be able to.”

“I bet you sound amazing when you come.” He teased breathlessly against my cheek, kissing his way back to my mouth.

“Oh fuck, you have to stop.” I gasped before he claimed my mouth again. I was so damn needy for him. I wanted more, I was desperate to have him between my thighs. I moaned against his lips at the mere thought of it.

Charlie’s hands spread over me and before I realised what he was doing, he flipped me around so that my back was pressed against him instead.

“Wha-Why did you do that?” I whined.

A low chuckle rumbled behind me. “You needed me to stop. I stopped.”

I regretted the choice instantly, I needed his mouth on mine, and I missed it almost immediately. Charlie had other ideas though. His arms were around me, and he pulled me back tight against him. His hands skimmed over my clothed skin. His mouth kissed my shoulder through my PJs, and suddenly I wished I didn’t have them on.

One hand found its way under my top and cupped my breast that felt so heavy and craving his touch. His other hand found the waistband of my bottoms. “Charlie, what are you doing?” I squeaked in a whispered gasp.

“Promise you can be quiet, and you’ll find out.” His hand slid down inside my pyjama bottoms, and mouth found my neck kissing and nibbling. “Put your leg over mine.” He breathed against my ear.

I couldn’t help it a tiny moan slipped past my lips. He rubbed his cock against my arse, and I closed my eyes, not believing this was real.

“Leg,” he growled.

I slipped my leg over him, and it left my cunt exposed, just like he wanted it. His fingers found what they wanted almost instantly, sliding into my wetness. “Fuck Ellie, you’re soaked! I’m going to need to sink my cock inside you soon, but for tonight, you can make do with this.” Make do? Holy shit did he really have no idea just how much of an effect that he was having on me?

He teased my clit, circling it over and over. I was panting, his touch searing through me like electricity. I was ready to come hard against his hand. “Ssshhhh.” He cooed against my ear as he sank his fingers inside me, filling me and yet leaving me wanting so much more.

“Oh fuck, Charlie!”

Another laugh rumbled behind me. “Quiet, Ellie.”

God, the sound of his voice telling me what to do as he teased me closer and closer to orgasm was enough to send me over the edge on its own. I bit my lip, trying my hardest to keep any noises I had inside. To stay quiet, so no one else in the house knew what was going on.

The second he curled his fingers against my g-spot I was done for. I closed my eyes and still saw all the colours of the rainbow exploding as fireworks against the backs of my eyelids. I tried to keep the noise in, but apparently not enough as Charlie’s other hand was on my mouth in seconds, with more of his chuckle ringing in my ears.

“Fuck Ellie, you are so sexy when you come on my hand.” As if it wasn’t hot enough with what had just happened, between us, Charlie slid out of me, pulled his hand back out of my bottoms, and put them in his mouth, licking them like they held the most delicious flavour in the world to him. Fucking hell I was in awe of how hard I had just come because of his fingers inside me, thinking about what it would be like to have his cock, and of how much I wanted to taste him. I went to move, and his hands grabbed me to keep me from moving.

“Oh no, you don’t.” He smiled and kissed my neck. “That was all about you. If you move to do anything else, I will not stop until you’re on my cock and the whole house is very much aware of what I’m doing to you. Stay just where you are.” He warned.

I thought about the possibility of being underneath him, but I decided against it, and ended up sleeping in his arms pressed tight against him, spooning.