He took a deep breath. “Absolutely. You know that sex is excruciating for men, right? The worst form of torture, truly.”
“Oh, of course it is.” I had a much harder time keeping a straight face than he did. “Wait, I thought lack of sex was excruciating for men.”
He pretended to consider what I’d said for a long moment. “By God, I think you’re right!”
I cocked my head, trying not to smirk. “Oh?”
He kissed me and rolled me onto my back. Then he raised his head and looked at me. “You’re right, it’s lack of sex that’s torture.” He batted his eyes and gave me his best “sad puppy dog” expression. “You wouldn’t want to torture a friend, would you?”
I didn’t even try to keep a straight face anymore. “I don’t know, torturing you is kind of fun.”
He kissed my neck, flicking his tongue just below my ear. “You’re an evil, sadistic woman.”
“Well, if you put it like that…”
“You’ll let me fuck you?” The boyish excitement in his voice made me laugh so hard I almost cried. My laughter stopped abruptly as I gasped at the goosebumps that sprang up my spine when he kissed my collarbone.
I swallowed. “Keep doing that, and you better believe I’ll let you fuck me.”
“Duly noted.”
He did keep doing it.
And I did let him fuck me.
Fifteen
I had the next day off, but Darren had to work. He was gone before I woke up, so I took my time getting out of bed and taking a shower. Wrapped in just a towel, I stepped out of the bathroom towards Darren’s bedroom to get dressed.
Just before I reached the door, though, Eric stepped out of his own bedroom. We both stopped, looking at each other in surprise.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I caught myself staring at the tattoos on his arms and shoulders. I wondered what it would be like to let my fingers trace the grooves between the muscles of his abs.
Then I realized he was checking me out, too.
I cleared my throat, my cheeks burning. "I didn't realize you were still here.”
"Likewise," he said with a smirk. “I’ve been home for quite some time, actually.” He winked at me.
I cocked my head, wondering what he meant, when the penny suddenly dropped. Darren and I were anything but quiet the night before, thinking Eric was out for the evening. My cheeks were on fire. “Oh.” I chewed my lip. “I hope we didn’t, um…” My eyes flicked towards Darren’s door, then back to Eric’s. The bedrooms shared a wall. “You heard us, didn’t you?”
He nodded and I barely stifled a groan of embarrassment. It had been difficult enough getting up the courage to let Darren hear me, to let go like I had the night before, but knowing that Eric had also heard me was too much.
“Not to worry.” He smiled. “I wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you were turned on by it.”
He laughed and I thought his cheeks colored. Then he nodded. “What man in his right mind wouldn’t be?” Leaning against the doorframe and folding his tattooed arms across his broad chest, he made no effort to hide the fact that he was looking me up and down.
I was familiar with the phrase "undressing me with his eyes", but I never understood it more profoundly than I did in that moment. By the look on his face, he was long past undressing me and already had me flat on my back and screaming.
He wetted his lips and before I could stop myself, I did the same.
When he met my eyes, there was a lusty twinkle in his, and there was no misinterpreting the way he was looking at me. I had a feeling that if I dropped the towel, he would have fucked me right there in the hallway, and I seriously considered doing just that.
Instead, I folded my arms across my chest and grinned at him, hoping he didn’t see the gooseflesh he was raising on my skin. “So, it didn’t bother you to listen to your brother fucking someone in the next room?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t hear him at all.” He licked his lips again. “I heard you. Only you.”
I swallowed. “Is that right?”
Nodding, he opened his mouth to speak, hesitated, then met my eyes and said, “I imagined I was the one making you moan, and whimper, and scream.”
My breath caught. I tried to ignore the way my heart was racing as I wetted my lips again. “So what do you do while you’re listening to us? To me?”
His lip curled into that devilish, mouthwatering grin. “I don’t have to do a damned thing.”
“You don’t jerk off to it?”
He laughed, then looked at me with an expression that was as full of lust as it was amusement. “I don’t have to. Just the sound of your voice when you’re right on the edge, right before you let go and come,” he paused, closing his eyes for a second and exhaling before looking at me again. “That does more for me than my hand ever could.”
I swallowed hard.
Eric pushed himself off of the doorframe with his shoulder and came towards me. “You make the most incredible sounds when you’re in bed, Marisa,” he said, his voice more of a growl than a whisper.
I swallowed again. He was close enough to touch, but I couldn’t move.
He, however, wasn’t quite so paralyzed, and slid his hand around my waist, just as Darren had the first time he’d touched me. “When you’re about to come,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You sound like you can’t quite breathe, like you’re so fucking turned on, you want to moan or scream, but can’t.” His fingers pressed into my back, drawing me towards him. A vague hint of smoke mingled with his musky, masculine scent. My mouth watered. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste his kiss, his skin, anywhere he’d let me.
He grinned and dipped his head slightly, his lips nearly touching mine. “And when you do come,” he growled. “The way you moan and scream is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” He kissed me then, drawing the breath out of my lungs as his tongue explored my mouth.
He paused and whispered, “I’ve wanted you for a long, long time. But after hearing you…” He trailed off, kissing me again and pressing his hips against mine so I could feel how hard he was. I whimpered into his kiss.
I reached for the towel and gave it just enough of a tug to loosen it. He looked down, drawing back to let the towel fall away and pool at our feet.
"Jesus Christ,” he growled, sliding his hands down my back and pulling me to him, his skin hot against mine. He kissed my neck. “God, I want to fuck you.”
His words pulled the breath right out of my lungs. I melted against him, grasping his shoulders and kissing him hungrily.
“Bedroom?” he said.
I murmured an affirmative and he led me into his bedroom. He put his arms around my waist and we tumbled onto the bed, my body on top of his. His hands were all over me: in my hair, on my back, along my waist, on my breasts. His touch was rougher and more demanding than Darren’s, but I loved it. I loved the way his fingers pressed into my flesh, the way his mouth devoured mine as he grasped my hips and pulled me against his rock hard cock.
All at once, he rolled both of us over and pinned my wrists to the bed. His lips went to my neck, then my collarbone. A moment later, he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it just hard enough that it almost hurt. I arched my back towards him and moaned softly.
“God I love that sound,” he growled, and closed his lips around my nipple again. He rolled it gently between his teeth.
Releasing my wrists, he propped himself up on one elbow, kissing his way back up to my mouth as his free hand parted my thighs. He exhaled hard as his fingers found their mark, pausing to tease my clit before sliding easily into my pussy. His palm pressed against my clit and his fingertips effortlessly found my G-spot, sending a tremor through my entire body.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
He kissed my neck and circled my clit with the heel of his hand. “God, I want to fuck you,” he said, flicking his tongue across my collarbone as his hand r
eleased ripple upon ripple of pleasure inside me. “I want to hear you scream while I fucking rail you.”
I whimpered softly, struggling to remember how to breathe at all as his hand and his words sent me into orbit. I rocked my hips in time with his hand, pulling his fingers deeper and pressing my clit harder against his palm.
He kissed me, then said, “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
More than anything in the world, fuck yes, I wanted to say. I somehow managed a feeble, “Yes.” It was barely a whisper, not because I felt any need to be quiet, but because I couldn’t muster anything more.
“I can’t hear you,” he said.
“Yes,” I said, louder this time.
“Yes, what?” His fingers crooked, pressing harder against my G-spot and rendering me almost unable to breathe, let alone speak.
I moaned. “Fuck me,” I finally said.
“Louder,” he growled.
I was on the edge. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn’t want his hand to stop. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. I couldn’t decide if it was a command or a plea. “Tell me.”
“Don’t…stop…” I wanted to scream it, to cry out the way I knew he wanted me to, but I was lucky I could speak at all.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re this close.” His voice was taut with his own desire, the strained sound of a man who may have been in total control of me, but was barely in control of himself.
His palm circled my clit just a little bit faster, and I was over the edge. I don’t know if I screamed, if I moaned, if the overwhelming explosion of ecstasy came out as nothing more than a muted whimper. All I know is that when I could at last draw breath and I looked into his eyes, his expression was one of barely restrained need.
He kissed me, then said, “Don’t move.” He didn’t need to tell me; I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. As his jeans hit the floor and the nightstand drawer opened and closed, my mouth watered. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I questioned the idea of fucking my other lover’s brother, but those thoughts disappeared as soon as Eric was over me again.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
I moaned. “You know what I want.”
“I want to hear you say it.” We both gasped as he pressed his cock against my pussy. One thrust, and he’d be inside me, but he didn’t move. Through his teeth, he said, “Tell me.”
I licked my lips. “Fuck me,” I breathed. His hands slid under my back and grasped my shoulders. I took a breath and looked into his eyes. “Fuck me now.”
He grinned and kissed me. “That’s more like it.” Before I could respond, he slammed his cock into me and fucked me, each stroke knocking the very breath out of me. “Oh fuck,” he said. “You feel incredible.”
He dug his fingers painfully into my shoulders as he drove himself deeper inside me, fucking me harder than I’d
ever thought possible, and I loved every second of it. I raked my nails up his back and his spine arched, a throaty groan escaping his lips just before he kissed my neck.
I rocked my hips, drawing him deeper, and we both moaned. He fucked me harder. I rocked my hips faster. Everything around us ceased to exist and I was aware of nothing but the tremors coursing through me with each deep stroke he took.
He shifted his weight onto one arm, never once losing his incredible rhythm. He reached back with his other arm and hooked his elbow under my knee. As he brought my knee up, his cock slammed against my G-spot and I saw white. My entire body seized with the power of his thrusts and the electrifying orgasm that overtook me.
“Oh God, yes,” he roared, but I could barely hear him over the sound of my own voice, over the helpless, breathless cries I hadn’t even realized I was releasing.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders.
He gave a deep, primal growl and slammed himself into me as deep as he could, his body shuddering against mine. After a moment, he relaxed, looking into my eyes, both of us struggling for breath.
I ran my fingers through his hair. “So my suspicions about you were correct.”
He cocked his head, lifting his eyebrow. “Suspicions?”
I grinned. “I always thought you’d be dynamite in bed.”
He laughed. “Why thank you.” He kissed me. “I had similar suspicions about you. Even before I got audio confirmation last night.”
My smile fell a little as reality crept in and I remembered that I was sleeping with Eric’s brother, too. “Fuck,” I said.
“What’s wrong?”
“Darren.”
“What about him?”
I bit my lip. “Should we be doing this?”
He shrugged, propping himself up on one elbow as he played with my hair with his other hand. “You two just have
a casual thing going, don’t you?”
“So he told you?”
He laughed. “We talk about everything. You know that.”
“Fair enough.” I swallowed. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m, that—”
“That you’re fucking my brother?”
“Right.”
He shook his head. “If it bothered me, I never would have touched you.” He kissed me gently. “Now, as far as Darren…”
“Should we tell him?”
Eric took a breath. “I’ll leave that up to you.”
I nodded and ran my fingers through his hair. “I think we’ll keep it between us for now.”
“I can do that.” He grinned. “I’d be happy to keep a lot of things between us.”
“Like what?”
He nuzzled my neck. “What do you think?”
I laughed. “I think you’d better show me.”
“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”
“I am,” I said. “Unless someone’s man enough to satisfy me.”
“Oh, now that sounds like a challenge.”
“It is. You up for it?”
“Bring it on.”
Sixteen
A few nights later, Darren texted me about stopping by after work. Swallowing my guilt about fucking his brother, I waited for him to come over.
Over and over I told myself I had no need to feel guilty. We weren’t in any kind of committed relationship. He knew full well I was sleeping with other men, and in fact encouraged me to do so.
But I couldn’t help but wonder what he would think if he knew that I’d slept with Eric. Or that I would have given my right arm to do it again.
The knock at the door startled me and I gave myself one last silent command to push Eric out of my mind for the evening. I opened the door and greeted Darren with a long kiss.
“So,” he murmured against my lips. “You say you’re having better luck with my gender these days?”
I grinned, trying to not to think about Eric. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. “Tell me.”
I swallowed hard. “Tell you?”
He kissed just beneath my jaw. “Come on now,” he said with a laugh. “I’ve heard about all of the cretins you’ve fucked.” In my ear, he growled, “I want to hear about you enjoying it, too.”
I shivered. So much for not thinking about Eric. “Pervert.”
“Damn right.” His hand went to the back of my neck and the other to the small of my back. He pulled me against him and kissed me, the rigid bulge between us taking my breath away. He wanted me to talk, I wanted him to fuck me.
“Now how am I supposed to concentrate on telling you a story,” I said, pressing my hips against his. “When you’re distracting me with your cock?”
He laughed, almost hiding the gasp and the shiver as my hand slid between us and squeezed him through his jeans.
“Maybe we should get the distractions out of the way first,” I said.
He grinned. “I have a better idea.”
“Do you?”
He nodded and release
d me, leading me by the hand into my bedroom. Anticipation rippled through me as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me again. A moment later, he lowered both of us onto the bed, his body over mine.
“I was thinking,” His hand slid under my shirt. “That you could tell me all about this new Casanova…” He kissed down my neck and along my collarbone. “And all of the things he did to you…” His fingertips brushed my breast through my bra. “And by the time you’ve told me everything, we’ll both be too turned on to wait anymore.”
“I’m already too turned on to wait anymore,” I said as he flicked his tongue across the hollow of my throat.
He laughed softly, his breath hot against my shoulder. “So am I. But I want to hear this.”
Oh God, don’t make me tell you about him. Guilt knotted in my gut. I swallowed hard, hoping he mistook it for anticipation. I told myself over and over that I had no reason to be guilty, but there was something odd about regaling him with stories of my romp with his own brother.
“Tell me,” he whispered. He looked into my eyes and grinned. “It makes you nervous, doesn’t it?”
For reasons I am not about to explain, yes. I nodded.
“Good. Remember what I said about making yourself vulnerable.” There was a slight growl in his voice, an edge, and it reminded me of Eric’s smoke-roughened voice. “Tell me everything.”
I took a breath. I had nothing to hide, so why not?
And it wasn’t like I had to tell him who it was. Besides, Darren hadn’t steered me wrong yet, and if this was something that turned him on, it had to be worth a try.
I skipped over the “I came out of your bathroom and your brother saw me wrapped in a towel” part, and went straight into Eric’s bedroom. “He pulled me down on the bed,” I said. “On top of him.” My cheeks burned. I wasn’t embarrassed by what I’d done, but repeating it to someone else, particularly someone who was obviously turned on by such things, was as unsettling as knowing that Eric had heard me with Darren.
Darren wetted his lips. “Go on.” He started unbuttoning my blouse, but his eyes never left mine.
“He was rough with his hands.” I paused, biting my lip and suppressing a whimper. “But it was amazing. It was like he wanted me as close as possible to him, like we couldn’t get close enough.”
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