𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

90

"You know what, darling? I thought that after having fucked you so many times we have lost count by now, you'd know how to behave, but judging by how you flirted in front of me with my own brother... I'm not that sure anymore."

I scowled, confused, without erasing the smile on my face.

"What do you mean?"

"Charlie's really nice" he imitated my voice, putting a stupid high-pitched tone that genuinely bothered me.

"She's a family friend," I scoffed, making my voice sound deeper as if I was imitating his, making him almost flinch and let out a chuckle. "If there's someone here who should be pissed off that's me, Freddie. I didn't know you fuck your family friends."

He clicked his tongue, amused, and glued, even more, his body to mine.

"C'mon, angel, you know you are way more than just a simple family friend."

Fred's eyes went down from my eyes to my lips as his smile grew and his hand surrounded my neck. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him even closer to me, hearing his deep breath and grazing my nose with his.

"Am I, Freddie?" I teased him, guiding my other hand slowly all over his still covered chest till the strip of his trousers. He sighed, putting more pressure on my neck.

"Don't provoke me, Lilith."

"As if you hadn't brought me here on purpose. We both know what you want from me right now, darling."

He bit his lower lip and slowly started to leave soft and warm kisses at the corners of my lips, making me close my eyes and tempting me as only he knew. When I thought he was about to finally kiss me, he moved away and walked with all the patience in the world to the shower, a couple of steps next to us, and turned the water tap on. As the steam from the hot water started to fill the room, Fred - with his eyes pretty much still on mine, challenging me - started to strip off. His shirt flew to the other side of the room, letting me appreciate his slightly marked abs and the moles and freckles forming beautiful constellations in his golden skin. Before letting me even blink, still frozen in my place, he smirked and pulled down his trousers and boxers, showing off.

I felt my mouth going dry. It didn't matter how many times I had seen him naked, it still gave me the same goosebumps it did the first time. I'd never get tired of saying how he looked as a bloody Greek god just arrived from Olympus itself.

He got inside the shower, letting the hot water soak his ginger hair, making it even brighter and fire-like. Already covered in the waterdrops and looking at me like such a temptation, he smiled and started to softly and slowly stroke his dick, letting me watch how it got harder and harder in his hand and making me almost drool at the view.

"Are you going to get in or do I have to undress you myself?" Fred teased me with that raspy voice that sent quivers straight to my clit. I couldn't help but lick my lips, having the urge to rub my thighs together to calm the growing fire in between them.

I smirked at him and painfully slowly started to take off my shirt and my bra. Fred's eyes shined with desire at the only sight of my piercings and my naked skin, and a soft muffled moan left his lips, starting to move his hand faster.

Faster than before, I pulled my trousers down and my knickers, being completely naked before him and slowly approaching him, without breaking eye contact.

When I was just a step from the shower, his arm surrounded my waist and made me enter inside with him, slamming his lips with mine as soon as he put us two under the hot stream, glueing our bodies and feeling against my skin how he kept stroking himself. As his lips kept claiming me and burning me as usual, I slide my hand all over his god-like chest to his hips and then caressed his throbbing dick, putting his own hand away.