Page 38 of Between Brothers

“Hold onto me,” he urged, his strained voice the only giveaway that this was tough for him. He backed me against the wall and I crossed my ankles behind his back. I couldn’t believe how deep this forced him into my body. I thought riding him had felt deep, but this?

He drove up into me, and slid his hands along the outsides of my thighs, hitching me up higher.

“Uncross your ankles.”

I did and he changed the position of his arms, winding them from the insides of my thighs until my legs were draped over them. He lifted me then, moving me up and down on his dick, penetrating me deeply, the sensation incredible. I felt weak but held on strong, trusting that he wouldn’t drop me.

“Oh my god,” I gasped and he grunted, and it sounded suspiciously like agreement.

Pleasure swirled tight in my belly, and I tightened up around him.

“Oh, baby like that. Just like that.”

I bit my lower lip and tried harder, gripping around him until he had a hard time thrusting. The head of his cock touching deep, teasing and torturing that secret place inside me. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of him and tried to warn him.

“Blue, I’m going to come…”

He turned me from the wall and walked me back to the bed, letting me fall back onto it. He stood by it, lifting my hips bodily and moving me up and down on him. I sucked in a sharp breath and fell anyways, out of my body, down, down, down, into a pool of standing pleasure as warm as bathwater.

He grunted, thrusting sharply but without synch into me, bottoming out. Every time he touched my cervix goosebumps flowing over my skin until I shuddered and gasped with another orgasm, only slightly less intense than the one he’d just given me.

He reached between us and I shivered as he withdrew from me, holding the full condom on himself. He closed his eyes, the beatific expression on his face as he pulled from me, overly sensitive himself. He stripped the condom from his still hard, but flagging, cock and threw it in the little trashcan by the bed.

He held out a hand and helped me up, lifting the blankets for me to get back into the bed. I did and he climbed in after me, immediately pulling me into the protective barrier of his body which he’d insisted on keeping between me and the door.

We lay together, panting, coming down together. I rested my head against his shoulder and he pressed it to him and his lips to my hair. This was bliss. This is what I had always wanted on the surface, and for the first time that I could recall, I didn’t feel deep down inside, that it was a lie. There was something in his eyes when he looked at me that gave me no doubt that he felt for me as I did him and I think that is what bothered me about Cell.

I pulled myself closer into Blue’s side and let my leg drift over his. He put a hand on my thigh and didn’t hesitate to haul my leg up his body, over him more, so that there was more of me in contact with his skin, draped along his body.

“I hope that one day, Cell will be on the other side of you,” he muttered and his voice was rough with raw emotion.

“I don’t understand him,” I confessed. “I also don’t understand why you’re with him.”

“I’m not honestly sure I could explain it, Hayley.”

“I mean, I know I haven’t asked but are you two...” I drifted off and groped for the right word.

“Lovers? No. Not like you and I are now… Cell fucks me, but I don’t fuck him. He’s not into that.”

I frowned, “But you are?”

“Not when it first started, no. I don’t think I’d let any other man near me like that. It started in prison as a sort of necessity… but then things changed. My feelings about it, and about him changed.”

“It’s a little overwhelming, I mean…”

“It’s not normal?” He asked, plucking the thought from my head as if out of thin air. He huffed a bit of a bitter laugh and asked the all too important question. “What is normal?”

I swallowed hard and said, “Good question.”

“All I can tell you is what I know, and how I deal with it and that is, I just go with it. If it feels right, I do it. If it feels good, I do it a lot more. If it doesn’t I fight it and I stop it… but I don’t not try.”

“Otherwise, how would you know if you liked it or not?” I asked.

“Hmm, smart and pretty,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I laughed lightly and murmured, “I know I like this… I like it a lot.” I cuddled into his side and he sighed contentedly.

“Then please tell me you’ll keep doing it, and that you’ll try new things…”

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