They looked, well, freshly fucked when they appeared downstairs again. The echoes of what they had been getting up to had sounded out all over the house. Jude had looked at me with a furrowed brow part way through the afternoon, wanting to know if it had been that loud when he had been with Ellie.

“Pretty much.” I had replied, and he had merely blushed and swore in response to this revelation. Hearing her with my brothers was starting to drive me slowly mad. I had been the noble one, I had let each of them be with her in turn. But now I was done being the noble one. I was done waiting. I needed to see if I really could share her.

Everyone else in the house was asleep. Ellie had said that she wanted to get a little more writing done, she said that the words were flowing, and she didn’t want to stop. I had stayed in the newly usable living room with her, reading one of Jude’s books by the fire as she wrote. It was my bedroom that she would be coming to tonight, and I wanted to be the gentleman and keep her company.

She was scribbling away, mumbling to herself, with the occasional yearning breath escaping from her as she worked.

“Everything okay over there?” I smirked after a particularly audible moan betrayed her feelings about whatever it was that she was writing at that moment.

She looked up at me with a flushed face, chewing on her pen seductively. “Huh?” She asked absently, barely able to tear her attention away from her prose. I laughed again and shook my head. My question went unanswered, and Ellie just kept on writing.

Hours passed in a comfortable silence between us. She was working, I was quite enjoying the book that I had borrowed. When I finished the chapter that I was on, I thought that I would ask her if she wanted anything from the kitchen. When I glanced over, I saw her, slumped over her notebook, her pen fallen from her hand, sound asleep.

“Ellie?” I whispered, getting up and approaching her. She moaned softly. Nope, this girl was well and truly asleep. I lifted her pen and notebook, skimming over the pages, smirking at the hot sex scene that had apparently been the reason for her moans.

I carefully lifted her shoulders from the desk. She barely stirred in her sweet slumber, and I smiled. She looked so peaceful, and she was clearly exhausted from working hard on her book, not to mention some of the other activities she’d been doing a lot of around here the last few days.

I bent, placing the tenderest of kisses to her forehead before scooping her up into my arms. I stood there, holding her against me, feeling how enjoyable it was to merely have her pressed against me again. My cock throbbed in my jeans, what the hell was it about this woman that had me, and my brothers so transfixed by her. I shook my head, and carefully carried my precious cargo up to my bedroom before stripping her of everything but her underwear and tucking her in.

I woke earlier than I needed to, the room was still partially lit by the diminishing glow emanating from my fireplace. Ellie was tucked tightly against me, our bodies a tangled mess of limbs. Her hair was sprawled out over my shoulder, and her head rested on my chest, moved only by the rise and fall of it with every breath I took.

Her thigh was draped over my legs, her delicate foot between my knees as her knee was lined up with my cock, partially covering the morning wood I had been unable to avoid with such a glorious creature tucked in beside me. I absently stroked her long hair as I watched her sleeping.

My touch made her subconsciously aware of my presence, and she snuggled in tighter, her arm pulling herself against my side, her nose nuzzling against my chest hair, and god help me, her leg flexed and moved teasingly over the length of my cock. A low rumbling moan vibrated through me and her ear.

Her head moved, and her sweet mouth was suddenly against my chest, peppering it with soft feather light kisses. Oh fuck, she’s awake. Her hand that she had been holding on to me with slid over my skin. My breathing quickened, and she shifted her leg once again, another moan escaped my lips because of her agonising, teasing movement.

The sensation that crept over my skin made me shiver. Everywhere she touched me was the focal point of pleasure, and it felt like she was touching me everywhere. She knew just what she was doing, she moved against me again, her knee stroking over my dick. My hand slipped from her hair to her soft back, memorising the shape of her with my fingertips, fearing that I would wake up and this would be all a dream.

Her kisses got needier, I could feel that she was getting just as turned on by all this teasing as I was. The air around us was thick with lust and yearning. Ellie’s mouth found my nipple. A surge of pure energy coursed through my body from my nipple to the tip of my throbbing cock. “Fuck, Ellie!” I gasped, my hand on her head, holding her against my chest. Christ she was driving me insane. She was making my need to be inside her greater with every single second she teased me and set my soul alight with lust.

Her tongue flicked over one nipple, and her fingertips circled over the other. That was it, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I slid my hand along her thigh at my cock and held her firm, grabbing at her, needing her to shift her body against me and get on top of me. Instead, determined to draw it out just that little bit longer, she looked up at me with an intensity that no one had ever looked at me with ever before. She ground her wetness against my hip. Fuck.

“Ellie…” I growled, half warning, half begging.