Between Brothers

by Lauren Gallagher

  He closed his eyes. “Let me fuck you, baby, let me…oh fuck…”

  I kept taking him slowly, agonizingly slowly, watching him lose his mind with each deep stroke.

  He wrenched his wrists out of my hands, grabbed my hips, and thrust upward. “I want to fuck you. Now.” He threw me down on the bed and did just that. He slid his arms under my back and gripped my shoulders, giving him more leverage to drive himself as deep as possible into my pussy.

  “Like that?” he asked through clenched teeth as he fucked me. “Oh my God, you’re tight. Your pussy is so tight, oh…fuck…”

  “Harder.” I could barely breathe, let alone speak. “Fuck me harder.” I dug my fingers into his back and, before I realized what I was doing, my nails bit into his skin.

  He threw his head back and roared, breaking his rhythm.

  “Sorry,” I murmured.

  “No, no, do it again. Like, oh fuck, yeah, like that.” He sucked in a breath as I dug my nails in.

  I scratched him, hesitantly at first, but the more I did it, the harder he fucked me. I raked my nails down his back and moaned as he drove his cock deeper into me. The slurred, delirious cries coming from my throat sounded like someone else’s voice. “Oh my God, Max, that’s…” I gasped, tried to speak again, settled for little more than a whimper. Just beyond the edge of my vision, sparks of white light flared, the beginnings of yet another orgasm that was still just out of reach, but closing fast.

  I rolled my hips back. “Faster,” I whispered. “Oh God, Max, faster.”

  He raised his head and looked into my eyes. “Like this?” He fucked me faster, slamming his cock into my G-spot.

  “Yes, yes, just—” My breath caught. I clawed his back. I started to speak, only moaned instead.

  “Tell me what you want, baby,” he said, a note of desperation in his voice. “Tell me how to make you come.”

  I wetted my lips. Tried to speak. Tried to breathe.

  “Tell me, baby.” His voice was almost a moan. “Oh Christ, I want you to come…”

  I took a breath. “Just…” Electricity rippled up my spine. “Like…” My pussy tightened around his cock. “That.” Everything—inside me, around me—exploded in a shower of white light and cries that I could neither understand nor stop.

  “Oh fuck, yes!” Max roared, riding my orgasm all the way to its peak before he shuddered against me, his violent roar dissipating into a ragged hiss of breath when he finally came.

  He collapsed against me, holding himself up on one elbow so that I could still breathe. My nails no longer dug into his back, but I still held him, letting the last aftershocks of my orgasm shudder through me before I finally let him go.

  “You’re amazing,” I whispered, running my fingers through his damp hair. I couldn’t tell if it was still wet from the shower or if it was from sweat, maybe a little of both, but it was cool and soft between my fingers.

  “Likewise,” he said, kissing me gently. “I can honestly say that this is not what I expected when I came in for our meeting this morning.”

  I laughed, closing my eyes as another aftershock rippled through my pussy just before Max pulled out. I licked my lips and said, “Guess it wasn’t just another day at the office for either of us.”

  “Not in the least.” He got up to get rid of the condom. I suppressed a laugh that was as embarrassed as it was amused when I noticed the red welts on his back. He was going to have a road map on his back the next morning, but I doubted he’d mind.

  As he came back to bed, he paused, looking at something on my nightstand. “What’s this?” He picked up a book. “’Long Time Coming: An Erotica Novel’?” He gave me a mischievous grin. “I didn’t peg you for an erotica fan. He set the book back on the nightstand before he pulled me into his arms. “But then, I should have known.”

  “And why is that?” I asked, kissing him.

  “Because with the things you do with your body,” He laughed and trailed his fingertips up my back. “You either read a lot of dirty, dirty material, or someone taught you very, very well.”

  Max, if you only knew. “Well, then I can only assume that you have a substantial stash of similar reading material, too,” I said.

  He feigned offense. “You assume that I learned all of this from books, that no one came along and taught me?”

  I laughed. “All I know is that you know your way around a woman.”

  He nuzzled my neck. “I think I’d like to spend a little more time learning my way around this woman in particular.”

  “Again? Jesus, Max...”

  “Okay, fine, I’ll give you a few minutes to recover.”

  “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow. I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

  He shrugged. “I’m on the road tomorrow anyway. No need to walk. Well, after that early morning meeting, but I’ll be sitting for that, too.”

  “Won’t the Millers get a kick out of that?” I snickered. “Both of us limping into the office looking like we haven’t slept in weeks.”

  He kissed my neck. “Let them talk. They’re just a bunch of busybody old hags.”

  “They’d probably all die of jealousy if they knew I fucked you.”

  Max’s cheeks darkened and he dropped his gaze, laughing. “I don’t know about that.”

  “Well, either way,” I said. “No one in the office needs to know. It can be our little secret.”

  He kissed me. “You know, I’m not supposed to be in town again until the end of the month, but I could be persuaded to make an extra trip sooner.” He winked at me.

  “If it means a repeat of tonight,” I said. “Bring it on.”

  “Do I need to bring my expense reports?”

  I snorted with laughter. “Only if you want to lay in bed discussing travel expenses and reconciliations.”

  He cupped my breast and kissed me. “I think I’d rather lay in bed and discuss female anatomy.”

  “Then don’t bring your expense reports.”

  “How about if I bring condoms instead?”

  “Okay, but under one condition.”

  He cocked his head, puzzled.

  I trailed my nails across the back of his shoulders, grinning as he shivered. “Bring a lot of condoms.”

  Forty One

  I was late getting home, still getting a shower, let yourself in when you get here.

  I smirked at the text message just before sending it to Darren. It was just a little white lie. In reality, I’d been home for hours, but I had a surprise for him and wanted him to be waiting for me when I came out.

  I fussed with my hair. Scrutinized my outfit from every angle in the bathroom mirror. Ignored the questions and insecurities that threatened to surface.

  The front door opened, closed. Boot heels clicked on the kitchen linoleum.

  No backing out now. I gave myself one last look in the mirror, took a deep breath—well, as deep of a breath as I could at that moment—and headed out to greet him.

  His back was turned as he helped himself to a cup of coffee. Over his shoulder, he said, “So did those slave drivers keep you an extra hour, or was it the traffic?”

  “I just had a few things I needed to take care of.” I put my hand on my hip and leaned against the wall. Leather squeaked and Darren stiffened.

  His brow was furrowed as he turned around. Then his jaw went slack and his eyes widened. He very nearly dropped his coffee cup.

  “What’s wrong?” I said with a smirk. “Cat got your tongue?”

  He swallowed hard and set his coffee cup down, almost missing the edge of the counter.

  I swiveled my hips suggestively, the patent leather corset creaking. It was the same one he’d encouraged me to try on a lifetime ago at Undertones, and I’d complemented it with a black garter, fishnet stockings, and black patent leather high heels. Nothing else.

  “Holy…” He swallowed. Exhaled. Blinked. Took a breath. “Good God, that’s…”

  Our eyes met then, and m
y heart thundered in my chest. There was a hunger in his eyes, a fierce desire like nothing I’d ever seen in him before. His expression was one of pure, primal lust; more than ever, he reminded me of his brother.

  I ran my tongue across my lips and Darren’s breath caught again. He swallowed, then strode across the room towards me.

  His passionate kiss pulled the breath right out of my lungs. He backed me against the wall, his fingers digging into my sides as his cock pressed into my hip. “You look fucking amazing,” he growled against my lips.

  “I thought you’d like it,” I said.

  “I love it.” He ran his hands up and down the sides of the corset. “I fucking love it.”

  Kissing him, I reached between us and unbuckled his belt. He exhaled against my lips as I unzipped his jeans and slid my hand into his jeans, wrapping my fingers around his cock.

  “Oh fuck,” he breathed.

  Nudging him back, I dropped to my knees. As I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, he released a low growl that sent a tingle right down my spine. I traced my tongue over every ridge and contour of his cock. I deep-throated him, my jaw aching as I strained to accommodate him.

  His weight shifted and I glanced up. He had braced himself against the wall with one hand, his eyes closed and his lips parted.

  I ran my hand up the back of his leg, pausing on his trembling knee. He moaned softly. I loved what I was doing to him, and I sucked him harder, faster, the leather corset creaking each time I moved.

  “Oh God,” he breathed. “Oh fuck…” Then, “Wait, stop.”

  I did, giving him a puzzled look. He gestured for me to stand. As I did, I started to ask him what was wrong, but he

  silenced me with a kiss and slammed me into the wall again.

  “Maybe we should move this into the bedroom,” I said against his mouth.

  “Forget the bedroom,” he said, his voice hoarse and strained. “I’m going to fuck you right here.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket and stared at my corseted breasts as he tore the packet open with his teeth. “I need to fuck you now.”

  He made quick work of getting the condom on. As soon as it was in place, he put me up against the wall and pulled my legs around his waist. A heartbeat later, his cock was inside me. His fingers dug into my hips and the corset bit into my back as he slammed me against the wall, but I didn’t care. I put my arms around his neck and dug my heels into the small of his back, driving him deeper.

  “Oh fuck,” he said, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. “Oh my fucking God…you’re going to…fuck…” He thrust deep inside me and shuddered, leaning into me as he struggled to hold us both up on his trembling legs. His eyes were tightly closed, his lips parted as he took short, shallow gasps of breath.

  He released one of my legs, then the other, easing me down until my feet touched the floor. Then he braced himself against the wall, his other hand snaking around my waist. As he fingered the edge of the corset, he opened his eyes and looked at me.

  “Jesus Christ…” He paused, then held up a trembling hand. “Look what you’re doing to me.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said. He smiled and kissed me gently, then stepped away, wavering slightly as if he wasn’t quite sure his legs would hold him up.

  After he’d gotten rid of the condom, he came back and pulled me into his arms again, leaning me up against the wall where he’d just fucked me. He looked at the corset, exhaling sharply. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous in that thing.”

  I put my arms around him. “If I’d known it would have that effect on you, I’d have bought it ages ago.”

  He grinned and kissed me. “It’s not the corset.” He looked at the corset, then back at me. “It’s you in the corset.” I laughed and rolled my eyes, but he ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me gently. “I’m serious. I’ve always loved a woman in a corset, but you…” His hands ran down the sides of the corset and his gaze followed. He wetted his lips as he shook his head. “You have the perfect body for it.”

  “Why thank you,” I said with a smirk.

  “You do.” He kissed me gently. “You have the perfect body for a lot of things.”

  I grinned. “Such as?”

  His hand drifted down the corset and between my thighs. “Anything that doesn’t involve clothing.” He kissed my neck. “With the notable exception of corsets and fishnets.” I released a breath as his fingers slipped into my pussy. Against my neck, he whispered, “Your body was made for fucking, Marisa.”

  A shiver ran up my spine and I moaned softly. Gripping his shoulders for balance, I hooked one leg around his, giving him better access to my pussy. He pushed his fingers just a little farther in, and his palm met my clit in the same instant that his fingertips found my G-spot.

  “If I had to choose my favorite way to fuck you,” he whispered as his palm made slow, delicious circles on my clit. “I don’t know if I could pick just one.”

  His fingertips alternated between gentle and firm pressure on my G-spot. I whimpered softly. He kissed my neck again and said, “I love it when you’re on top of me.” He sounded breathless. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you’re riding my cock with your head thrown back like that.” Pausing, he exhaled sharply against my neck and kissed my shoulder. “And when you’re on your knees and I can watch myself fucking you…”

  My legs were shaking then as the beginnings of an orgasm thrummed within me. I pushed against his hand, rocking my hips.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he growled.

  “I love it,” I said, stunned that I could even string three words together. He pressed a little harder and a violent tremor went through me. I gasped and the leg that wasn’t wrapped around his waist buckled. He caught me with his free arm.

  He held me steady. “Why don’t we take this to the

  bedroom?” I nodded and he put his arm around my waist to keep me upright as he guided me into the bedroom. “Now then,” he said as he lowered me onto the bed and laid down beside me. “Where was I?” His fingers slipped into my pussy again. “Ah, there…”

  “Oh my God,” I said, closing my eyes as he masterfully brought me closer to climaxing.

  “I love the way you look when you’re this close,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “The way you tighten around my fingers when… Oh fuck, yes, just like that.” His hand moved faster. “Come, baby,” he whispered. “And then I’m going to fuck you again. I’m going to fuck you every way, on your knees, on your back, on—”

  I didn’t hear the rest of what he said as his touch sent me moaning, screaming, writhing, shaking into a powerful climax. I heard his voice, heard him whispering to me, but I couldn’t make out the words. All I knew was the delirious pleasure he unleashed within me.

  When I came down from it, he withdrew his fingers and held me, kissing me while my body shook from the aftershocks. After a moment, he looked down at the corset. “You know, I love that thing,” he said, running his fingers over its smooth surface. “But I want to see you.” Propping himself up, he took the zipper-pull in his teeth and slowly drew it downward. The more he loosened the corset, the less I could breathe. Though my lungs were no longer constricted, the sight of Darren pulling the zipper down with his teeth took my breath away.

  When it was unzipped, he pushed one side of the corset aside and cupped my breast gently. He exhaled against my skin, raising gooseflesh all over me. He watched his own thumb circling my nipple. “I hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow.”

  I smiled. “Why?”

  His eyes met mine, the intensity in his gaze making my breath catch. “Because there isn’t going to be any sleeping in this bed anytime soon.”

  I bit my lip and shivered. I’d been with him enough times to know just how much truth there was in that statement.

  He closed his lips around my nipple. Then, he reached

  for the nightstand, but I stopped him. He cocked his head.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,
” I breathed. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

  His eyebrows jumped. I pulled him in for a kiss. Then I nudged him with my shoulder and my hip, silently asking him to roll onto his back. As he did, I sat up and turned onto my knees. He opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to ask what I had in mind or make a smartass comment, but all that came out was a throaty groan as I took his cock into my mouth. I stroked him and sucked him, taking him as far into my mouth as I could, squeezing him with my hands, releasing him, running my tongue around the head of his cock.

  “Oh, fuck,” he whispered. His fingers ran through my hair, tightening and releasing against my scalp in time with what my own hand did on his cock. “Oh God, let me fuck you.”

  I could have made him beg for it, but I wanted it as bad as he did. As soon as I lifted my head off of his cock, he reached for the nightstand and grabbed a condom, tearing it open quickly. He exhaled through his teeth as he tried to put the condom on with shaking hands.

  “Let me,” I said with a grin. He smiled and handed it to me.

  I held his cock with one hand and started to put the condom on with the other. Then, I dipped my head and put my lips around the head of his cock.

  “Oh…fuck…” he gasped as I rolled the condom into place with my tongue.

  As soon as the condom was on, he grabbed me and threw me onto my back, thrusting into my pussy so hard that we both gasped He kissed me, he fucked me, he made me forget that anything existed beyond our bodies.

  Then he slowed his pace, taking long, deep strokes. He pushed himself up and looked down, watching himself fuck me. His hips moved smoothly, fluidly, his abs quivering with the exertion required to control such a slow, deliberate motion.

  “Jesus,” he whispered. “Look. Just look at that.” He released a soft groan as he withdrew slowly, then thrust

  hard, then withdrew slowly again. “I could watch that all

  fucking night.”

  “As long as you keep doing it like that,” I moaned. “You can watch it all you want.”

  He grinned and kissed me. “Careful what you wish for, baby. You might never sleep again.”