Between Brothers

by Lauren Gallagher

  “You like that?”

  I whimpered and nodded, trying to breathe as the room spun around me.

  “God, you’re hot when you’re this horny,” he growled. He kissed my neck, moving his fingers faster in my pussy. I released a soft moan, and he whispered, “No orgasms until I say so.” But in spite of his warning, he rubbed my G-spot even more.

  I bit my lip and moaned, this time with frustration.

  “Not until I say so,” he said, raising his head and looking at me. Against my will, my pussy tightened around his fingers. He exhaled sharply. “Not yet, baby, not yet.”

  “You aren’t giving me—” I took in a gasp of breath. “A hell of a lot of choice.”

  He laughed. “So you’re saying,” his lips brushed my jaw as he spoke. “That if I give you the word, you’ll come?”

  I nodded, pushing my hips against his hand, fighting the orgasm that was a heartbeat away from overcoming me.

  “You’re that close?” he whispered. I whimpered again. He kissed my neck, then my mouth. Against my lips, he said, “Then come.” And in that instant, I came, my body shaking and writhing against his as he kissed my mouth and fingered my G-spot.

  When I finally came down from that orgasm, he again put both hands around my wrists and pinned me. He moved his hips so that his cock pressed against my thigh. “Hmm, should I keep teasing you, or fuck you like I know you want to be fucked?”

  “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

  “I don’t know,” he murmured and pushed his cock against me again. “Teasing you is so much fun.”

  “Please…”

  He nibbled my neck. “If I wanted to fuck you, I’d have to get up, get a condom…” He shook his head and gave a melodramatic sigh. “But if I just stay here, I can keep touching you…” Resting his weight on one arm, he cupped my breast with his free hand. “And tasting you…” He kissed me, a long, deep kiss, pausing just long enough to whisper, “Decisions, decisions,” before kissing me again.

  In a brief moment of clarity, I remembered the condoms I’d carefully left out, and reached for the nightstand. My fingertip brushed the corner of one of the foil packets, but I couldn’t quite grasp it.

  Eric broke the kiss and raised himself up a little. “Just what are you—”

  I took advantage of the narrow distance between us and shifted sideways, gaining just enough ground to grab one of the condoms. “There,” I said, holding it between my fingers and smirking at Eric. “Now you don’t have to stop to get one.”

  He laughed and closed his hand around both mine and the condom, pinning my arm beside me. “Bending the rules again, are we?” He kissed my neck.

  “You didn’t say anything about touching condoms.”

  “Touché.” He kissed my mouth as he freed the foil packet from my fingertips. “I suppose I could be persuaded to fuck you,” he whispered, his lips barely leaving mine. After another long, drawn out kiss, he rose and tore the condom packet open. “Get on your knees.”

  I gave him a playful glare. “And what if I don’t want to?”

  He laughed as he rolled the condom on. “If you want me to fuck you, and I know you do, you’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you to.”

  “Well, when you put it like that...” I did as he ordered. His hands closed around my hips and I had just enough time to take a breath before he slammed his cock into my pussy. Digging his fingers in, he pounded me like never before.

  “Is that what you wanted?” He sounded like he was talking through clenched teeth.

  “Yes,” I said, my voice barely a whimper. Each violent stroke knocked the breath right out of me.

  “You’ve been waiting all day for this, haven’t you?”

  “Oh my God, yes,” I moaned. I think I’d been waiting my whole life to be fucked like that. My voice sounded like someone else’s as I cried out for more, begged him to fuck me harder, pleaded for more, more, more. And as I came, he gripped my hips tighter and fucked me harder, faster.

  He groaned, then roared, “Jesus Christ…oh fuck, yes…” I squeezed him with my pussy, then released, then did it again as tight as I could, and his cries caught in his throat. His rhythm faltered, but still he rode me hard, fast, driving himself deep inside me as I tightened and released, tightened and released, until finally he pulled me against him, holding my hips as he came with a throaty, primal roar.

  We collapsed together onto my bed and I rested my head on his chest.

  “Was I allowed to come that time?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

  He ran a hand through his sweaty hair and laughed. “Well, I didn’t say you could,” he said. “But I’ll forgive you.”

  “For both of them?”

  “Now you’re pushing it.”

  Thirty One

  After we came down from our powerful orgasms, Eric needed a cigarette. I threw on my bathrobe and he pulled on his jeans, but didn’t bother with a shirt.

  I eyed him as we headed out to the balcony. “It’s a bit cold to go topless tonight, don’t you think?”

  He smirked. “Are you suggesting you want me to cover up?”

  “Not in the least,” I said. “I could look at you like that all night. But I wouldn’t want you freezing to death.”

  He chuckled and put his hands on my hips as I opened the sliding glass door. His lips brushed my ear as he said, “If I get cold, I’ll just let you warm me back up.”

  I couldn’t help the soft whimper that escaped right then. My entire body was still tingling from every last orgasm he’d given me—no, every orgasm he’d let me have—that night, and I had no doubt he wasn’t finished yet.

  He didn’t flinch at all as we stepped out into the chilly night air. He leaned against the railing and fished his cigarettes out of his back pocket, either not noticing or not caring about the cold wind against his bare skin.

  The thin sheen of sweat on his chest and shoulders caught the silvery light from the streetlights below, casting sharp shadows beneath the contours of his muscles. Cold or not, he could stand out here half-naked whenever he wanted.

  Holding the cigarette loosely between his lips, he pulled his lighter out of his pocket.

  “Those things will kill you, you know,” I said, smirking

  as I folded my arms across my chest and pretended I wasn’t freezing.

  He grinned. “Babe, you’ll kill me long before they do.”

  I laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  His eyebrows jumped slightly and he exhaled around the cigarette. “Yes, it definitely is.” He held the lighter up and cupped his hands around it as he lit the cigarette. As he held the cigarette between his lips and started to take a drag, a heavy shadow formed below his cheekbone. It reminded me of the way a man’s cheeks hollowed when a kiss deepened, that moment when his jaw dropped just slightly and his tongue moved into his lover’s mouth.

  I shivered.

  Looking at me, he let a thin stream of smoke escape his lips. “Cold?”

  “No,” I said. Not anymore, anyway.

  He lifted the cigarette to his lips again, closing his eyes as he took a drag. The tip glowed orange for a split second, then went dark, but he was still inhaling, drawing a long, slow breath. Then I realized he was inhaling through his nose, that his lips had loosened around the cigarette.

  After a moment, he lowered the cigarette and opened his eyes. “Fuck,” he breathed, only a tiny wisp of smoke escaping his lips.

  I cocked my head. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin. “Not a damned thing.” He moved his cigarette to his other hand. Then, with the hand that had held the smoke a second before, he touched my face, running his fingers gently across my lips. His touch sent a shiver through me and I took a sharp breath, instantly catching the tangy-sweet smell of my own pussy on his fingers. I exhaled against his fingertips.

  Grinning, he snuffed out his barely-smoked cigarette. Hi
s hand went from my face to my neck and his other went to my waist. He leaned in as if to kiss me, but stopped just short of my mouth and went to my neck instead. My knees turned to water and I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. His sweat-dampened skin was cool to the touch, but at the same time, the heat of his body radiated into my hands. I traced my fingers over the slick edges of his tattoos as the tip of his tongue flicked across the skin just beneath my ear.

  “Jesus, you taste incredible,” he said, his voice thrumming against my neck. “Your pussy, your kiss, your skin, fuck, I could taste you all Goddamned night.”

  I moaned, and was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to taste him. Pulling him towards me, I leaned forward and kissed the side of his neck. He exhaled sharply into my hair, and his spine straightened as I traced my tongue just beneath his jaw. A shiver ran through him as I drew his earlobe between my lips and gently pressed my teeth into it.

  “Fuck, woman,” he said, the words barely audible as they slipped between his lips like a breath of smoke. He gripped my hips and let his head fall back as I kissed his neck, then his shoulder. His skin was deliciously salty and simultaneously hot and cool against my tongue. I ran my tongue along the edge of a tattoo, following the curving design to the end of his collarbone, where it came to a point. His breath caught as I kissed the hollow of his throat.

  I was about to start up his neck, but he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my head back, and kissed me. He half-moaned, half-growled into my mouth as he leaned me against the balcony, his fingers kneading my scalp and his other hand gripping my hip as if he was afraid I was going to try to get away. With the way he was kissing me just then, the way he devoured my mouth like he usually did my pussy, he had nothing to worry about: I wasn’t going anywhere.

  He tightened his grasp on my hair and pulled back gently to break the kiss, his mouth following mine as if he couldn’t make himself let me go just yet. When he finally did, he was breathless.

  “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he said, wrapping his other arm around my waist. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

  So much for being in control tonight, Eric, I thought, grinning. “I think I do, actually.” I slid a hand between us and squeezed his cock through his jeans. Fucking hell, he was already hard again. My mouth watered.

  He gasped and closed his eyes. His fingers tugged at my hair a little, and I realized he’d shivered, clenching his fist in my hair. With his other hand, he grabbed my wrist and pulled it away, pinning my arm against the railing and pressing his hips against mine so that I couldn’t sneak my other hand in. “You know, the rules are still in effect tonight.”

  “Why wouldn’t you want me to touch you, Eric?” I narrowed my eyes and gave him a playful glare as I pushed my hips towards him. “I thought you liked it when I touched you.”

  He closed his eyes and groaned softly. “I do. I fucking do.” When he opened his eyes, he spoke through clenched teeth. “But I’m not done teasing you tonight.”

  “I thought I’d served my penance for teasing you,” I said with a smirk.

  He shook his head. “Oh no, not even close.” He gently pulled my head back and kissed my neck. “I intend to have you begging all fucking night.”

  I tried not to shiver, and it wasn’t from the cold. “You’ll only be torturing yourself.”

  He nipped the side of my neck gently. “I can handle it.”

  “So you say.” I moved my hips from side to side against his cock, grinning with satisfaction as his hand tightened in my hair. He kept it there to control me, but all it did was betray his every response to the things I did to him. I laughed. “Actions speak louder than words, Eric.”

  He raised his head. With his lips nearly touching mine, he said, “And a woman in the throes of an orgasm screams louder than anything on the fucking planet.” He inhaled my startled breath as he kissed me again.

  The hand that wasn’t in my hair moved between us and I stiffened as I realized he was untying my bathrobe.

  I broke the kiss, pulling back as much as his hand would let me. “Out here?”

  With a soft sniff of laughter, he said, “Why not?”

  “It’s freezing cold.”

  “I’ll keep you warm.”

  “The neighbors…”

  “If they haven’t heard you yet, they’re not going to hear you now.”

  I gasped at the chill air that sneaked in between us as my bathrobe fell open. He pressed his body against mine,

  but the cold still prickled my bare skin.

  “I’m making the rules tonight,” he said. “I decide what you can touch.” His hand slid into my robe and paused on my hip bone. “I decide when you come.” His hand moved farther, gently parting my thighs. “And I decide when and where I get to have you.”

  My gasp seemed to echo in the silent street below as Eric’s fingers—surprisingly cool, but not unpleasantly so—circled my clit. I struggled to breathe, struggled to stay standing, but somehow managed to whisper, “The condoms are all in the house.”

  He kissed my neck as his fingers slipped inside me. “We won’t be needing those out here.”

  I wanted to ask why, but all rational thought disappeared as the heel of his hand cupped my clit. His fingers may as well have been made for my pussy. They were just the perfect length to effortlessly reach my G-spot and still have more than enough room to bend and beckon.

  “It’s my turn to drive you crazy,” he growled. “Earlier this evening, that was only the beginning.” His fingers crooked inside me. He released a ragged breath, echoing what I would have done had I been able to breathe at all. “I’ve never been with a woman that makes me lose control the way you do,” he said, his voice somewhere between a growl and a purr. “I was thinking about you at work the other night,” he paused, swallowing hard. “And my hands shook so bad I damn near dropped a bottle.” His fingers crossed inside me again. “My hands are always steady, rock fucking steady, except when I’m thinking of your sweet, tight pussy.”

  I moaned and held onto his shoulders. Had it not been for the railing and Eric’s body pressed against me, I’d have collapsed into a whimpering pool of lust.

  He wasn’t done. “And the sounds you make,” he said. “Good God, those sounds made me fucking crazy when you were in the next room, but when you’re right there with me, and I can hear you scream, when I can feel you scream…” He shivered and I swore he let out a soft moan.

  My pussy quivered around his fingers. I gasped as the first ripples of a climax ran up my spine.

  “Not yet,” he said. “You’re not going to come yet.” But

  he rubbed my clit a little harder, stroked my G-spot faster. “Don’t you dare come yet.”

  I dug my fingers into his shoulders. “I can’t stop.”

  “You can,” he said. “And you will. Because those are the rules tonight.” But his fingers didn’t let up.

  My knees turned to water. I trembled from head to toe. “Can’t…”

  He laughed, his breath tickling the side of my face. “Not yet, baby,” he said. “Because I’m not done yet. When I’m ready, and not a moment sooner, I’m going to put you over the edge.” He kissed my jaw, my neck. “Do you know what I love most about your orgasms, Marisa?”

  I gritted my teeth, struggling to focus on what he was saying, holding myself back from coming. “Tell me,” was all I could manage.

  He kissed my jaw again, then the corner of my mouth. “I love it when you moan,” he said, our lips almost touching. “When you scream, that sound you make like you can just…barely…breathe.” His fingers tightened in my hair and I moaned. He flicked his tongue against the corner of my lip. “But nothing in the world,” he was growling now, that deep, throaty growl that he always did when he was losing control. “Nothing in the world is hotter than when your pussy tightens around me and you try to speak, when you’re almost choking on your own voice.” He paused, taking an unsteady breath as his hand quickened against my pussy. “But
you manage to get it out, and you say my fucking name.”

  I whimpered again, clawing at his shoulders and trying to hold back the orgasm that he was simultaneously drawing out of me and forbidding. “Eric…” I whispered.

  He exhaled. “Say it again.”

  I tried. My tongue wouldn’t cooperate. My throat constricted as my pussy tightened around his hand. I was, as he’d predicted, choking on my own voice. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think of anything but the intensifying electric pulses coming from my clit.

  “You want to come, don’t you?” he breathed. “You’re right on the fucking edge, Jesus, you’re right there, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, that single word tangling in my

  mouth like some sort of foreign tongue twister.

  “My God, your pussy gets so…fucking…tight when you’re this turned on.” His voice was taut, as if he was holding back himself. “Jesus, Marisa…”

  And I couldn’t stop it. My knees buckled and my world exploded in a flash of white light. I shuddered against him, digging my nails into his skin as wave upon wave of intensity crashed through me. Somewhere in the delirium, I felt his name roll off my tongue in a desperate plea for…what? More? Stop? Don’t stop? I didn’t know, didn’t care, and he didn’t stop, not until I seized his wrist. He was stronger than me, but he couldn’t have moved his hand then if he tried, not with the grip I had on his wrist.

  Taking in a gulp of cool air, I closed my eyes as one final shudder rippled through me.

  “I didn’t say you could come yet,” he whispered.

  “Actions speak louder than words,” I said, my voice slurred. “Your hand said I could.”

  He laughed and kissed me. He started to withdraw his hand, but I yelped and held his wrist in place. His eyebrows lifted. “What’s wrong?”

  “Don’t move.”

  “I’m just—”

  “No. Don’t move.”

  He blinked. “Are you—“

  “Just,” I swallowed. “Just give me a second. It’s too intense.”