Ruined By My Brother-In-Law

"After you," Jason said as he pushed open the suite door, eyes boring into Anna.

Anna's heart hammered against her chest. She slipped past him, the brush of their bodies sending a shiver through her. She tried to steady her breath as the room's soft lamplight spilled across marble and velvet.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind and she startled.

"Relax, Darling," Jason coaxed, fingers sliding through her hair like he owned it.

Anna swallowed the lump in her throat. "No one can know about this. Not Elena. Not your brother."

Jason tugged her back against him, grounded his hips into her and tugged at her underwear; the elastic material stretched and snapped back against her skin. Anna gasped.

"I know how this works, Sister-in-law."

Heat prickled down her spine. Of course he would. Women probably lined up to be ruined by him. She told herself she wasn't any different.

Just two reckless adults. By morning, they'd pretend none of this ever happened.

Jason caught her chin, thumb stroking her cheek as if he could read her thoughts.

"Stop thinking." He brought her hands to his chest, steady, commanding. "Undress me."

His eyes dared her to disobey.

He placed a finger under her chin, keeping their eyes locked. "Go ahead."

Anna's trembling fingers worked the buttons, but her eyes dropped, greedy for a glimpse of taut, toned muscles that were being exposed.

Jason's grip tightened, tilting her face up. "Eyes here."

Anna swallowed, her tongue darted out and flicked over her lower lip. Her heart thundered so loudly she was afraid he would hear. He crashed his lips onto hers suddenly, a strangled sound slipping from her throat.

He sucked on her lower lip and she moaned into his kiss, parting her lips to let him in. His tongue slipped in, tangled with hers, staked his claim, and when he sucked deep on her tongue, Anna's knees buckled. She clutched onto his shirt just to stay upright as his hand grabbed the back of her neck, angled her head and the kiss deepened.

She rubbed her thighs together, helpless against the onslaught of his masterful lips. He bit her lower lip and tilted his head the other way, pulling her upper lip into his burning mouth.

She tried to breathe. Tried to keep up but he was like a hungry lion having its first taste of food in days.

Heat. Pressure. The taste of him. She was dissolving too fast to resist. She clung to him. Rubbed up against him. Desperate for his touch.

She couldn't breathe. He pulled her impossibly closer, his mouth sucking on hers like he wanted to swallow her whole. She shoved at his chest, in need of air, and he finally broke away with a wet pop.

Anna had just sucked in a quick breath, only to be swept off the ground like she weighed nothing, a yelp escaping her lips as Jason headed for the bedroom.

Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, greedily tracing the warm, hard ridges of muscles. Jason's fingers tightened on her skin.

His voice next to her ear was hoarse and thick with desire. "Careful," he rasped. "Keep touching me and I'll fuck you right here on the cold floor."

A shiver shot through her, her nipples tightening at his words. Heat surged to her lower belly, wetness pooling in-between her thighs. As if having a mind of their own, her fingers danced over his shoulder, up his neck and to the hair at the nape of his neck. She tugged.

He stopped dead. He let go and she slid down the length of his body, every inch of him imprinting against her, every ridge and hardness. His hardness poked at her thigh and she froze.

Jason stepped away from her, shrugged off his shirt. "Strip."

Her throat went dry at the sight in front of her. The six packs. The muscled chest. The hard, taut muscles of his shoulders.

Her hands trembled as they reached for the strap tie behind her neck. She tugged at it and in one fluid motion, the silk pooled at her feet. She stood there in her lace thong, bare skin, nothing else.

His sharp intake of breath washed over her. His gaze dragged over her breast to her mound that the thong did a bad job covering. Every part of her body his dark, hungry gaze touched, burned.

His voice was deeper than any she ever heard. "On the couch."

She obeyed without thinking. She made her way to the couch and sank into the plush cushions.

"Spread your legs."

She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. A frustrated groan left Jason's lips and Anna jumped at the sound. Before she could blink, she was pushed back on the couch, Jason's lips over hers.

His hands grazed her nipples, and he shoved her thighs apart, settling between them. He took her breast into his mouth, biting, sucking, tugging until sparks shot to her core.

"Jason-" she gasped, desperate.

Pleasure jolted through her, straight to her pussy and she arched into him. His teeth grazed her nipple, fingers tugging, hard, at the other. An ache so deep bloomed in her pelvis, and her hip arched off the couch, searching. With a hard suck on her nipple, he pulled away.

Anna whimpered, reaching out.

"Wider."

She obeyed, flushed and trembling, feeling the wetness soaking through her thong.

"Open your eyes."

Anna's lashes fluttered and her breath caught as she met his hooded gaze.

"Sit up."

She did.

"Watch me."

She nodded, not sure she could speak. Her body pulsed with a need so consuming. She'd never felt anything like it. He ran a finger down her wet, hot length, through her flimsy thong, teasing, and her hips jerked.

"So wet for your brother-in-law," he murmured, cruel and reverent at once, his fingers caressing her inner thigh.

Anna's pussy pulsed with need and she whimpered. "I- please-"

Jason smirked. He grabbed her thong and with one pull tore it off her. Anna gasped and then cried out as his finger flicked over her clit. She arched her hips, aching for him. He ran his fingers along her length, pressing down when he got to her clit. Anna's hands clenched and she shut her eyes, biting down on her lower lip.

Jason stopped his onslaught. "Eyes on me."

Anna's eyes flew open, lowering to watch him. As if rewarding her obedience, Jason slipped a finger into her opening. Anna gasped, working her hips, desperate for more.

His eyes trained on her, Jason slipped another finger into her. And another. Anna's lips parted wider with each finger and her legs shook, her breath coming in quick successions. And then Jason began to move his fingers in and out of her.

In. Out. In. Out.

Anna's head fell back on the couch, her loud moans, and the wet sounds of Jason's fingers fucking her filling the room.

"Look at yourself," he said roughly. "so fucking hungry for me."

Anna's head jerked off the couch to watch him, rotating her hips against his hands. Jason's pace increased, his fingers curving when they moved deep inside her, hitting her spot, his thumb rubbing on her clit.

"Oh my god," Anna whimpered, hips jerking off the couch as she felt the high roll in. "I-faster-please."

Jason's fingers pulled out of her and she cried out at the loss, only to shatter again when his tongue replaced them. Hot, wet, relentless, a delicious feel against her pussy.

She gasped, grabbing onto Jason's hair as his tongue began to lap at her pussy, his hair rubbing against her clit, driving her closer to that cliff.

Jason hummed as he sucked on her pussy, his teeth grazing her clit.

Her head fell back, her grip on his hair tightened and she bit down hard on her lip, drawing blood. Jason swirled his tongue inside her and pressed a thumb against her clit.

Without warning, an orgasm slammed through her. Her cry pounced off the room, eyes shut tightly, her legs spasming around Jason's head even as he continued to tongue-fuck her, sucking up all the juices that spilled from her.

Jason pulled away as she slacked against the couch, crashing down from her orgasm. He knelt between her legs, tongue darting out to lick up her juice dripping down his jaw.

Anna moaned at the sight, running her fingers over his abs and chest.

"We're just getting started," he murmured. He grabbed the hands roaming his chest and brought it to his fly.

"Unzip me."