Riding Red by Nadia Aidan Page A

taking him deeper with every thrust.
    “Fuck, Teresa…” Jeff rasped against her lips, his eyes wild.
    His control was waning, if it hadn’t disappeared entirely. It was all she could do to cling to him as he pounded her tender flesh, and she knew she would be sore in the morning, but in that moment she didn’t care about what would come in the morning. All that mattered was the here and now.
    She matched his hurried strokes, her own body racing with his as heat unfurled in her belly. Her pussy gushed, heat raked through her and every muscle in her body stiffened.
    “I’m coming,” she cried out, her eyes clenching shut, her nails digging into his hard, taut buttocks.
    His ass clenched as grunts and groans rose out of him. He pummelled her cunt with hard, unrelenting thrusts until the fridge banged against the wall. But even then he didn’t stop.
    Hot, wet flesh smacked against hot, wet flesh, as the perfumed musk of sex permeated the air, dragging through her lungs. His frenzied pace, born of the yearnings of his body, was her undoing.
    Teresa clung to him, every trembling space within her drawing tight as she shattered in his arms. She screamed out his name as she creamed his cock, which continued to pound inside her.
    Her pussy seized his thrusting penis as she sucked him in with wet, erotic noises, and it was as though her orgasm triggered his, as though he hadn’t expected the blinding rush of pleasure to burn through him as a sizzling bolt of desire left her body to ignite his.
    She knew his climax took him by surprise when he gasped, his body tensing against hers, his blunt nails digging into the supple flesh of her hips. He thrust into her once, twice, and then stilled, burying his engorged length deep. Teresa held tight to Jeff as he shuddered against her, calling her by her nickname on a tortured groan. His cock pulsed hot within her tunnel and then she felt the rush of warmth through the thin latex, signalling his release.
    It was a long while before they stirred, their hearts beating wildly, their breath coming in stilted pants. When they finally disentangled their limbs, Teresa had to brace herself against the fridge at her back to steady her wobbly legs.
    “Are you all right?” Jeff grasped her waist.
    “I’m fine.” She nodded, flashing him a small smile.
    Their gazes locked, and when she would have expected this moment to be awkward, the look that passed between them was so warm, so intimate, it stole her breath. What she glimpsed in his eyes, she wasn’t yet ready to name, let alone acknowledge.
    Teresa glanced away and at the same time thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning streaked across the sky, flashing through the kitchen windows. That was when she saw him, hovering in the doorway, and before she could stop herself, a startled shriek ripped past her lips.
    “Don’t stop on my account,” said Jason as he ambled into the kitchen, his every stride unhurried as if he had not a care in the world, as if he hadn’t just walked in on his brother making love to her.
    Teresa stooped down to gather Jeff’s shirt and quickly wrapped it around her body. Jason arched a single brow, his lips lifting into a grin. She glared at him when instead of turning away and leaving the room as he should have done, he continued forward, halting just a few feet away from them.
    “Do you think you could give us some privacy?” she demanded of Jason, irritated that Jeff hadn’t been the one to suggest it first. She glanced at him, expecting to glimpse annoyance on his face at his brother for interrupting them, but what she saw in his eyes made her belly flip-flop. And the look which passed between the two brothers did nothing to settle the churning contents of her stomach.
    Jason shrugged. “If you want privacy, Teresa, I can leave you alone and go to my room.” Her heart stopped when he lifted his hand and she recognised the object he clutched between his fingers. “But is that truly what you