Her legs tightened around his head. She was close. The sounds she made had increased in volume and pitch and her pussy was saturated. He could scarcely wait to fuck her—but it wouldn’t be long. He’d make her come, then sheath himself and get inside her as her walls continued to spasm. Perfection.
He took her clit into his mouth and sucked it, increasing the pressure steadily until she came apart beneath him. She jerked and moaned, then finally stiffened. As soon as he was sure she was beyond the point of no return, Matthew stopped what he was doing, grabbed the condom and carefully put it on. After checking it was secure, he gripped the base of his shaft and guided it inside Sally’s clenching cunt.
Immediately, a hiss of air escaped his lips. God, she was tight. Tight, wet, and willing. Even in the throes of her climax she reached for him, pulled him down on top of her. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his, she encouraged him to go deeper, inch by inch until his balls were squashed against her.
With a guttural moan, she yanked his face down to hers, and their tongues tangled once more.
After a couple of seconds, Matthew began to move his hips, working to get into a rhythm, thrusting his tongue between Sally’s lips as his cock stroked her internal walls. She felt so good he knew it’d take all his concentration not to come too soon. As long as she came again first, he’d be happy.
Sally’s grip on his neck and legs grew tighter and her mouth worked faster. It seemed she’d ridden the wave of her first climax and her hormones were driving her to reach for the next.
Matthew was more than happy to give it to her. Shifting position slightly ensured that with every thrust of his hips, his pubic bone rolled against her clit. A squeal and a sharp nip of his bottom lip indicated he was getting it right. Very right. The slight pain injected a burst of adrenaline into his bloodstream and encouraged him to fuck her faster.
Recalling his promise to himself not to go too crazy, Matthew showed some restraint, but picked up his pace to the limit of what he suspected a human man could achieve. Hard, fast, he shunted into her, every movement still stimulating her clit. On and on he went, growing closer to his own inevitable climax and hoping hers came first.
Fortunately, it did. The frantic fucking caught up with them both, but Sally was the first to come. Her fingernails dug tightly into his shoulders, sending zings of lust bolting through him and tipping him over the edge milliseconds after her.
As they bucked and thrust, their respective yells and expletives filled the room as they were overtaken by pleasure. Matthew felt dizzy as Sally’s cunt gripped his shaft, milking it dry, eking out his bliss for several more precious seconds.
Soon, too soon, it was over. He pressed a kiss to her damp forehead before rolling off her for long enough to wrap the condom up in a tissue and toss it into the bin by the door.
Then he eagerly rejoined her on the mattress, pulled her into his arms and wondered how long it would be before they’d both be ready to go again.
Chapter Nineteen
By the time his brother walked in the door, Isaac had worked himself into quite the foul mood. He’d been scouring the damn village to find out who might be trying to set them up, and he’d found out that rather than helping him, Matthew had been picking up a random woman in the pub and taking her home. The only saving grace was she wasn’t a villager—Isaac had never seen her before. But it didn’t matter. As far as Isaac was concerned, his brother had stabbed him in the back twice with one stupid action, and he was furious. Especially since the chances were it was one of Matthew’s admirers who was the villain of the piece.
“Hello, brother,” Matthew said, beaming as he strode into the living room, where Isaac had been fuming in silence for nigh on two hours.
Isaac didn’t trust himself to reply right away. His brother even had a spring in his step, for fuck’s sake! After pulling in a deep breath, he finally said, “Good, was she?”
Matthew stopped in his tracks, his face falling. “Sorry?”
“You heard me. I asked if she was good. Worth it. You know, all that jazz.”
Dropping into the chair opposite his brother, Matthew groaned. “Christ, I’m sorry, Isaac. You don’t need to tell me what I’ve done. Trust me, I fucking know.”
“You’d have known that all along, and yet you still did it. While I was out trying to find out who’s screwing us over. Who is she?”
“Don’t worry, she’s just a tourist. She’s staying in one of the cottages for the week.”
With a burst of anger he hadn’t known he was capable of, Isaac sprang out of the chair. “And that makes it okay, does it?”
Running a hand through his hair and letting out a heavy sigh, his brother replied, “Of course it doesn’t. Look, I can’t say anything other than I’m sorry. It just kind of happened—and I can’t take it back now, can I?”
Isaac snorted. “Cock took control of your brain, did it? I can’t believe you, Matthew. Christ, after everything we’ve been through, after all your little talks with me about Nathaniel, about not shitting where we eat… You’re a fucking hypocrite, you know that? It’s one rule for you, is it, and another for me? You’re allowed to start fucking around in the village, but if I so much as speak to Nathaniel, you lecture me?”
“No, of course not. It’s… well, it’s different, isn’t it?”
“Is it?”
“Yes. Nathaniel lives here permanently and it’s more than just a physical thing with you two. Sally will be gone by the end of the week and it’s only a bit of fun. No strings, no divulging of secrets, no nothing.”
Pursing his lips, Isaac considered what to say next. There were so many things he wanted to say, they were all crowding behind his teeth, eager to get out. Huffing out a breath, he finally decided on, “It’s still not the point, though, is it? We haven’t fucked around in this village for years because we decided it was too dangerous. I thought that was the whole point of your ‘friends’ in Sheffield and Manchester and your occasional nights out on the town. To get your rocks off without endangering us in any way.”
“It was. It is. But I’m not endangering us with Sally. She doesn’t know anything and I’m not going to tell her anything.”
“So I can start screwing holidaymakers then? Is that how it is now? Don’t suppose she’s brought a hot gay friend with her, has she? Do you think you could introduce us? Then we can both have some no-strings fun for the week, can’t we?”
Matthew sighed again. “No, she’s here by herself. No gay friend, hot or otherwise. Now can we please drop this conversation? You’ve said your bit and I’ve said mine. We could go around in circles forever and a day.”
“Really? That’s your answer?”
“Yes,” Matthew snapped. “It is. Because there’s no point continuing, repeating ourselves. And don’t we have something more important to worry about?”
“What could possibly be more important than you getting a shag?” Isaac’s sarcasm was palpable. Good.
“Did you find anything out or not? I didn’t, unfortunately.” He blabbered on regardless of Isaac’s rage, probably hoping it would burn itself out. “We thought the dogs had picked up a scent, but they just did a big loop and came back to the beginning.”
Isaac’s shoulders sagged, some of the fight seeping out of him. His brother was right, sort of. Not about what he’d done, of course, but about them going around in circles with the argument. They’d have to agree to disagree. It wouldn’t be the first time. “That’s a shame, because I don’t have anything either. I thought I did, but I don’t.”
Matthew frowned. “What do you mean, you thought you did?”
“I sat here and thought for a while about who it could be. I tried to think whether we’d made ourselves any enemies over the years. This whole thing just feels like revenge to me. And I’m sorry, but I couldn’t think of anyone that I’ve pissed off enough for them to do this. I wondered if it was someone from the pub, perhaps a drunkard you’d thrown out at some point, but
it didn’t fit. It wasn’t enough to force someone to exact this kind of revenge against us. Finally, I figured it could be someone you’ve, uh, spurned at some point. You know, one of your many admirers.”
Matthew straightened, his expression darkening, “Seriously? You think this comes down to me?”
“No, not in that way. It’s not your fault. You know what they say, ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’. Anyway, I was going to search online for stuff about the women in question, then decided I’d be better placed out there, actually talking to them. You know, so I could read their body language and stuff. I ruled out anyone too old or too weak to do that to a sheep, then headed out. Obviously, loads of women were out of the village at work, so I made a start on those who work here. I got as far as the village shop and Amy when I thought I’d hit the nail on the head.”
All the colour drained out of Matthew’s face. “Shit, seriously? Amy?”
“I said thought. I don’t think it’s her. I just did for a minute. She was acting weird when I was talking to her and I got the wrong idea. It turned out she’d miscounted some of the stock and was trying to fix it before her dad noticed. I was leaving the shop when I saw you mooching up the road, not a care in the world, with a cute brunette not far behind. It didn’t take a genius to work out what was happening, especially since I was heading home, too, and I heard you talking when she got to the cottage.”
“Christ.” Matthew paused. “So do you still think it might be a woman I’ve upset somehow? How do you know it’s not a man you’ve pissed off?”
Isaac shot his brother a dirty look. “Really? Pray, tell me, exactly how many men have come on to me since… well, ever?”
Matthew didn’t reply.
“Exactly. You could count the number on no fingers. Now, do you have a sensible suggestion or are we still fucking clueless here?”
“We’re still clueless, mate, sorry.”
“Right, well in that case, I’m going out for a run. I need to get rid of some of this energy, because I’m still sorely tempted to punch you in the face.”
“Fair enough. What do you want for dinner?” Matthew smiled, clearly hoping the way to Isaac’s forgiveness was through his stomach.
Isaac replied dryly, “Something that takes ages. Both because I want to torture you and because I won’t be back for quite a while. I need a good, hard run.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later then.” Matthew stood and brushed past Isaac, heading for the kitchen.
Isaac heard the opening and closing of cupboards and a series of muttered curses. Shaking his head, he went upstairs to put his running gear on and grab his phone and earbuds. He and his brother had had a few fights of late, but nothing like this. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so pissed off with Matthew. Possibly never.
A few minutes later, he left the house without saying goodbye. The slam of the door would let Matthew know he’d gone. Right now, that was all he deserved. Except the punch in the face he still so desperately wanted to dole out. He slotted his earbuds into place, put his phone in do not disturb mode, selected his favourite playlist for running, then shoved his phone into the zip-up pocket of his top.
Fucking two-faced, hypocritical bastard, Isaac thought as he started pounding the pavement. Unbelievable! Suddenly, it’s okay for him to go and screw some chick across the road, but I’m still supposed to take my feelings for Nathaniel and push them as far into the back of my mind as possible. And certainly not act on them. Even though it’s about far more than just sex. For me, anyway. I’ve no idea what he thinks because I haven’t spoken to him in fucking ages. Because of my damn brother.
After a couple of minutes, Isaac was coming up to the turning for Nathaniel’s street. He’d intended to carry straight on along the Grindleford road, but something made him take a sharp right. He passed the collection of higgledy-piggledy houses and cottages, arrived at Nathaniel’s and slowed to a walking pace, then headed up the path and knocked on the front door, yanking his earbuds out with his other hand. Only then did he wonder what the fuck he was going to say to the other man, if he was even in. He retrieved his phone and stopped the music before returning it to his pocket.
The door swung open. Nathaniel stood there, looking as mouthwateringly gorgeous as ever. Isaac didn’t speak—couldn’t.
“Er, hi Isaac. Are you all right? How’s your brother?” He sounded genuinely concerned, and Isaac realised he probably looked a bit mental, still fuming and red-faced from both the argument and the start of his run.
“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks.” He paused. “What do you mean how’s my brother?”
“His wrist?” Isaac’s blank look obviously told Nathaniel everything he needed to know. He frowned and continued, “He cut it pretty badly on my mower blades earlier. I sent him to find you, to get you to check it out, clean it up, and give him a tetanus shot. He wouldn’t let me look at it or help him.”
Of course he wouldn’t, Nathaniel. It was probably healed up by the time he left your house. Shrugging, Isaac said, “I haven’t seen him. He must have gone straight to the surgery. Best place to get a tetanus jab.”
“Ah, yes. Probably. I hope he’s okay.”
“I’m sure he is.”
“So, um, is there anything I can help you with?”
“Huh? What?”
“I’m assuming there’s a reason you decided to stop by my house.”
“Oh!” Isaac let out an inane laugh that probably did nothing to help the mental vibe he was giving off. “Yeah, sorry. I just, uh, came to see how you’re getting on with the house. We haven’t spoken in a while, so I thought I’d come over and see.”
Christ, really? That’s the best you could come up with? Isaac wanted to kick himself. If you ever had a chance with this guy, you’ve really fucked it up now. He probably thinks you’re a head case.
“Oh, right. Yeah, I’m getting on well, thanks. Wanna check it out?”
“Uh, yeah, okay.” He couldn’t very well say no, really, not with the excuse he’d made for being there.
“Come on in then. Can I get you a drink?” Nathaniel ushered Isaac into the house and closed the door behind him.
“Hey, I’m not disturbing you, am I? I can leave. I shouldn’t have shown up unannounced.”
“No, not at all.” Nathaniel placed a hand on Isaac’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “I’m supposed to be working from home today, but I’ve got it all under control. Just don’t let my boss know that, all right? He might decide he doesn’t need me anymore.” He smiled, but Isaac didn’t return it. Nor did he respond. The other man’s simple touch on his shoulder seemed to have sent him into meltdown. Intense heat and longing flowed through him and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch Nathaniel. To kiss him.
Why don’t you? Your brother has decided the rules are there to be broken, so why don’t you break them, too?
The sensible part of his brain rebelled, warning him against the idea, warning him that doing this just for the sake of getting his own back on Matthew was wrong, stupid, and totally reckless. But it was too late—Nathaniel squeezed his shoulder again, and moved his face in front of Isaac’s.
“Hey, Isaac, are you all right?”
Instead of replying, Isaac snaked out a hand and clamped it behind Nathaniel’s neck, then pulled him close. Pausing only briefly to suck in a breath, Isaac closed his eyes, then leaned in and kissed the other man.
Nathaniel’s grip on his shoulder increased, but he didn’t use it to push him away. Nor did he resist. After a couple of seconds, which he’d probably needed to process the shock, he responded. Wrapping his arms around Isaac’s back, he closed the gap between their bodies and deepened their kiss.
Isaac moaned, opening his mouth willingly, eagerly, as Nathaniel’s tongue sought access. He could scarcely believe this was happening, but now it was, he didn’t have the strength to stop it, despite all the reasons he should. Instead, he brought his other hand up to cup Nathaniel’s fa
ce, revelling in the sensation of stubble against his palm. He wondered how it would feel on his stomach, his thighs, his cock.
Their tongues tangled together, fighting for dominance then breaking apart to explore before starting the sensual dance all over again. Isaac was dizzy with lust—Nathaniel was an incredibly good kisser, and the feel of his hard body was incredible. And that was before taking into consideration the stiff cock pressing against him, eager to break free of the constraints of clothes. Isaac wanted to get naked and horizontal, fast. To hell with the fucking consequences.
Chapter Twenty
Someone knocked on the door. The two of them sprang apart, looked at the door then back at each other. Isaac cupped the bulge in his shorts, pushed at it in the hope it would go down before Nathaniel opened the door. “Fuck!” he spat. “Seriously? Who’s that?”
Nathaniel shrugged, his expression indicating he was equally unhappy about the interruption. “I don’t know. I’m certainly not expecting anyone.”
Lowering his voice, Isaac replied, “Why don’t we just ignore it then?” Grinning in what he hoped was a seductive manner, he stepped back towards his soon-to-be lover.
Nathaniel returned his grin. “I like your thinking. Come on—let’s go upstairs.” He reached out his hand and Isaac took it.
Before they could move, someone hammered at the door so hard it shook in its frame. “Isaac! I know you’re in there! Let me in!”
Matthew. Of course it was fucking Matthew. His cock went down like a deflating balloon. “For fuck’s sake,” he hissed, pulling his hand from Nathaniel’s and clenching his fists, his rage towards his brother growing fast. “How the hell does he know I’m here? And what in God’s name does he want?”
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