Page 48 of Between Brothers

Chapter 18

Blue

I ended the call with Hayley and felt a little hollow; a little empty. The room was a little sadder without her in it. I missed her. Didn’t help that the bedsheets still smelled like her. I set the phone on the bedside table with the condoms and lube and dragged my shirt over my head. I’d stripped down to boxers when Cell came back into the room with just the towel around his waist.

“Lose those, too. I feel like fuckin’.” He shut the door behind him and twisted the lock and when he turned around, he wasn’t joking, towel tenting out in front.

“Miss her?” I asked.

“Kind of do. She had some grade ‘A’ pussy. I ain’t been gripped like that in a while.”

I stood up and lost the boxers, my own cock starting to get hard. I wrapped it in my fist and stroked.

“How do you want me?”

“Silent and on your fuckin’ knees, how do you think?”

I got up onto the bed and got on my knees. I heard the towel drop and Cell stood behind me. He at least had the courtesy to use the fuckin’ lube. Opening up the top with that flip top plastic creak and crack.

“Face down, ass up, that’s the way I like to fuck,” he recited and he teased my asshole with a finger full of lube.

“Being gentle for you,” I remarked.

“Yeah, well, practice makes perfect. Pretty sure she’s never been fucked in the ass and I totally plan on popping that cherry.”

Him and his damn thing for defiling the innocent… Well, not so much defiling as corrupting. He loved that. I think he got off on the fact that I took his cock where I never would have before. Wasn’t my thing back then, as much as it wasn’t his… It was an acquired taste, for sure.

“Here we go,” he warned and I liked him when he was like this. When he wasn’t being a total asshole.

He pushed in, pressing carefully and I groaned, burying my face in the pillow I dragged from the top of the bed, biting it as he eased all the way in.

I pushed one of my hands down so I could grip my own dick again, the grunts and sounds of pleasure he was making turning me on. He fucked me, working his way in and out of my body in a pace that was sedate for him and I could tell, this was going to be one of those long-haul fucks. One that took a couple of hours rather than a couple of minutes, which if I were being honest, he never really went that fast.

I let him have me, concentrating on the feeling of his hands gripping my hips, on the sounds he made, and the impassioned panting.

“Oh, god yeah…” I uttered and he punched me in the back.

“Shut up.”

I sometimes wondered if he imagined he were fucking a woman when he did this, and that he didn’t want any reminders it was me. Then he would say shit like he did then, in the heat of the moment, an hour or more into this when both of us were flying high.

“Oh, fuck, Blue… I’m gonna.”

I closed my eyes, and relaxed, my own release happening into the palm of my hand which I was trying to keep off the damn bedding. I didn’t want to wash anything that smelled like her. I pressed back onto Cell’s dick and he groaned, grunting, and shoved in deeper. I felt him twitching inside as he blew his load and as soon as he pulled out, I stood up. Grabbing my discarded shirt that needed to be washed to clean up and checking the bed. I hadn’t fucked it up… good.

“I’m sleepin’ in here tonight,” he said and I nodded.

“I’m grabbing a shower.”

“Bring me a wet washcloth and turn out the light,” he grunted, settling into my bed and I nodded, switching out the lamp on the bedside table as he tried to clean himself up with the towel he’d worn in.

“Bring one back with me.”

And that was the extent of our pillow talk.

I really missed Hayley.

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