Page 50 of Between Brothers

He grinned and said, “Oh, I’m definitely taking you back to my place now.”

I smiled around my straw and sipped some more of my cocktail. He finished off his beer and he paid our tab.

He’d taken me out to a bar to play darts and have a drink to loosen me up. It was a Friday night, and had been a long week and I, admittedly, was somewhat of a lightweight. One drink had been all it’d taken to loosen me up. The second drink had put me into the land of drunk, but the fries had been perfect to bring me back squarely into the middle of a pleasant buzz.

It was cold out there, and we’d ridden here. Cell staunchly against anything that rolled that wasn’t a motorcycle. My car remained at home.

Blue had picked me up to cover me with my dad and had dropped me off safely with Cell here at the bar, but I would be riding back to the club with Cell which I was certain would sober me up completely. Duracell rode like a maniac on a good day, and it wasn’t a good day out there. It was icy, winter setting in, and Thanksgiving was just next week.

Cell and I stood by the bike and pulled on gloves and helmets. He’d brought me a pair of the clear safety glasses as a present today, to keep the wind out of my eyes and I thought it’d been sweet. He eyed me over the sleek machine and asked me, “So, am I taking you home or back to my place?”

“I believe I am willing to take the chance… Your place, if you please.”

He got onto the bike and turned the key, starting it up. I got on behind him and held onto him for dear life and he took us out of the back angle park job he’d done against the curb and into the flow of traffic.

It was bitterly cold, and I cuddled against his back, huddling down as much as I could to block the wind. He reached behind him and squeezed my knee and I could already feel myself getting aroused, wondering exactly what he might do when we got back to the club.

The party was in full swing when we pulled up. Music bumping out of the common room, the glass in the window in front with the Sacred Hearts flag in it rattling in its pane. Duracell had me hop down and backed his bike into the line of them out front. When he came and captured my hand, though? He took us through the parking lot and the long way around the building.

We followed the blacktop track toward the outbuilding silently passing below the rise where a fire was going on in the fire pit and several brothers were smoking and talking, making use of the benches on chains surrounding it.

He let us into the same building that housed Blue’s room but took me to a different door. I slipped inside and he shut it behind me, taking my coat and hanging it on the back of the door.

I turned around and he stepped into my personal space, hauling my body against his. He bowed his head and claimed my mouth and it was nothing like when Blue kissed me. Duracell didn’t give, he took, and he was going to take everything if I let him.

Was it wrong of me to be curious? Was it wrong of me to want this?I didn’t think so anymore. I felt a sense of excitement thrum through me as he slid a hand under my shirt and massaged my breast through my bra.

I pushed his coat and colorfully patched vest off his shoulders and he let them fall to the floor. It was a frenzy of getting the clothes off and once they were, Duracell picked me up and tossed me on the bed, laughing. He got between my thighs and rubbed against me, staring into my eyes. I swallowed hard and the smile disappeared from my face.

He was so serious, something primal, dark, and deep radiating from him like summer heat from a sidewalk and I’d let him snare me. My heart climbed up into my throat and Cell covered my mouth with his again, determined to get to it and devour it.

I put my arms around him and pulled my body up off the mattress, closer to him and he groped off to the side for the condoms waiting on the bedside table. He broke the kiss and stood up saying, “Get on the bed, in the middle, on your fucking knees.”

I swallowed hard and did what he asked, not sure what he had in mind. He rolled the condom down his length and said, “Play with your pussy. Touch yourself, tease your clit.”

I did what he asked as he got up onto the bed behind me. He braced an arm against my back and slammed me face first into the pillows. I gasped and tried to push myself back up but it wasn’t about to happen. Then he was inside me, and he wasn’t gentle or careful the way he had been the first time, when Blue had held me while Cell had taken me.

“You touching that pussy?” he demanded sharply and I nodded. He spanked my right butt cheek. Laying a hand on it in a rough, stinging slap that made me cry out but also did some really nice things. I writhed where I was impaled on his cock and cried out, “Yes!”

He was fast, and brutal and I admit, frightening but I didn’t cry out. I didn’t use the word to make it stop because it felt good and I liked it. Confusion and turmoil tried to bubble to the surface because of that but I forced all of those things back into their lair, determined to enjoy this, giving myself over and letting go.

His body met mine with the sharp sound of slapping skin and I jumped, startled when he put his finger against my anus.

“What are you doing!?” I cried and he laughed.

“What I want; now relax; whether this feels good or not is going to be totally up to you.”

He slowed down and reached over to the bedside table and I bit my bottom lip. I considering calling out and stopping this, but I was also curious. He hadn’t hurt me, or insisted on doing anything I overtly didn’t like and how would I know I didn’t like it if I didn’t at least try it once?

“Cold,” he warned and I jumped when he teased me with the lubricant. He started moving again and I arched low to the mattress, his presence inside me stretching and filling me. Sparks and flits of pleasure moving down every nerve ending, building, the sensations not unpleasant at all, in fact, they were surprisingly just the opposite.

“Touch that clit, baby,” he ordered and pressed what I assumed was his thumb into my ass. I rubbed my fingers at the top of my sex and whined. It felt so good, so different, and I decided I really liked this for several reasons.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged and I felt myself tighten around him. He pressed his fingers in and out of me, stroking in counter rhythm to his penis and I moaned. My body was awash in the most amazing and indescribable sensations, sweeping through me, building into a crescendo, until with a final thrust, a final swipe of my fingers, I came.

I came hard, face planting into the pillows, my voice muffled by them as Cell worked himself in and out of me, playing my body to his own ends. He pulled from my pussy but kept playing with my ass and I honestly couldn’t get enough of the sensation, that is, until he pressed his cock there.

“Push out, it helps. It’s only uncomfortable for a moment.”

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