Chapter 287

I lower down onto my knees at once, eager to obey his commands. The concrete of the garage floor is not easy on them, but I will stay there as long as he wants, as long as it takes. I’m hoping I’ll get that cock of his in my mouth sooner rather than later.

I know I’m going to get my wish when he big to unbuckle his belt. He slowly slides it free of the belt loops then drops it down onto the ground.

His hard dick is straining in his pants, tenting them.

I lick my lips.

He notices.

“You want this,” he growls, voice lust-rough.

I nod eagerly.

He hums. His dick hardens further. That zipper on his pants is doing a hell of a lot of work to keep his massive length confined.

“You want it so bad,” he said, inching closer. “Take out your prize yourself.”

I moved quickly, unfastening his belt and pulling the zipper down. Despite his order for me to do it alone, he still helps in shoving down his pants and boxer briefs. They fall down past his knees.

His dick springs free. He hisses as he’s exposed to the cool air.

I don’t give him any time to recover, before I lean forward and take him into my mouth.

I’m no cock-sucking expert. I’m still in training, really, but I’m enthusiastic. That seems to go a long way. From the way Neil immediately groans and grips my hair, I know I’m doing something right.

I take him into my mouth as much as I can, but he’s so big, there’s still some left over. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and move my hand in rhythm with my mouth, stroking him, mimicking sex.

His hand tightens in my hair, tugging at the strands. But he doesn’t direct me. He’s letting me take the lead in this. He’s letting me explore, searching the limits of my comfort zone.

He has no idea what he does to me. He’s making lots of cut-off moans and grunts. Occasionally, he’ll just utter my name. “Chloe.” And it sounds so desperate, it’s making my pussy wet.

I want to touch myself. I want him to touch me. But I don’t have permission for that yet.

What I do have permission for is this. And I am greedy, taking his noises for myself, locking them away in my brain.

I’m making him feel this way. I’m making him so hot he’s barely coherent.

I lick a long strip up the underside of his dick.

Suddenly, the grip on my hair tightens, stilling me. I look up at him. My tongue is still out, barely touching the tip of his dick.

He’s staring down at me with fiery, dark eyes.

“Enough of that,” he somehow manages to say. His voice is little more than a breathy growl.

I’m confused a moment. Did I do something wrong?

His gaze softens a moment. “Baby, that felt so fucking good. But I don’t want to cum too soon. I only want to cum when I’m fucking that tight pussy of yours.”

Oh. Okay. Satisfaction surges through me. His praise makes me feel so good.

Seeing that I’ve recovered, his gaze hardens again. “Now. Take your shirt off and show me those tits of yours.”

He helps he rise up to my feet, then I obey. I pull the shirt up and over the top of my head. I toss it to the side. My bra goes next, tossed away and discarded.

Neil reaches forward, ready to touch and fondle. I push my tits forward some, half-presenting myself for his hungry gaze, half desperate to be touched.

But then he freezes. His eyes drop down to my waistband.

Confused, I follow the trail of his gaze. My stomach immediately drops to the floor. The band of Beau’s boxers has risen just above the waist of my pants. There’s no doubt who those boxers belong too. Only Beau would wear something so silky. The other brothers wore cotton.

Sure, in my mind, I knew this moment would eventually happen. If Beau wanted me naked, he would see the boxers sooner or later.

But I still was hoping I might be able to more properly hide it. Maybe if we fumbled in the dark, he wouldn’t have noticed.

Whatever I had thought seems stupid now.

Neil’s eyes stay on those boxers with a laser focus.

“Take off your pants, Chloe.”

Swallowing hard, I undo the fastener of my pants. I start to tug down the boxers with my pants, but his hand immediately catches my arm.

“Not the boxers,” he says sharply. His voice is clearer than before. “Just the pants.”

Slower, I obey, careful to tug down just the pants. I kick them away so that I am standing there entirely naked, save for Beau’s boxers.

The fire in Neil’s eyes burns brighter, becoming a full wildfire.

Without warning, he surges forward. His hands form claws and he tears the boxers to shreds all around my body. He does not once cut my flesh, even as the ripped up pieces begin to fall away from me. He slashes at the waistband, and the whole thing falls to a heap at my feet.

I’m entirely exposed now. The fire stays in Neil’s eyes, but he’s brighter now. Satisfied.

Gods, that was fucking hot.

“Neil…” I say, I beg.

I pulls his shirt off and kicks away the rest of his clothes.

I step closer to him, desperate to touch and be touched, but he holds up a hand. I’m confused for only a moment, before he opens the back door of his sedan. He earlier pulled the car into the garage to help protect the secret of their being there.

“I’ll get in first. You get in after and sit on my lap.” He lifts his chin. “Make sure you close the door behind you.” His smirk widens. “I intend to make you scream my name. There’s no reason for the rest of the house to hear it.”

Oh, Gods.

I nod so much I feel like a bobble head with the head about to fall off.

Neil, smug asshole, grins as he enters the car. He sits in the middle seat. He strokes his dick a couple times before pulling a condom out of a side pocket of the car and sliding it on. He waves to me then.

I rush in after him, careful to close the door behind me. He helps me line up properly. With a knee on either side of his hips, I begin to sink down onto him.

Finally. Finally. I am blessedly full.

“Now,” Neil growls. His voice is back to being wrecked. Good. I fucking love it that way. “Ride me, Chloe. Bounce those tits in my face. Make me wild. And in return…” He leans closer to me. I can feel his hot breath on the side of my neck. “I’ll make you scream.”

Gods, he doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I move at once, rotating my hips while moving up and down. I increase my pace quickly, wanting to make my tits bounce as he commanded. He watches them, near mesmerized.

It makes me feel powerful.

Here, I have such a strong Alpha, brought to moaning and growling, all for me.

Over the next hour, I do my best to drive him wild.

And he, in turn, as promised, makes me scream.

“Neil!!!”