Page 100 of Corkscrew You
“Max. Young and impressionable. Also raging with hormones. Probably has a glass against the wall, and his ear pressed to it.”
Thatdoeshave an effect. I might have to see Max at breakfast. I don’t want his imagination working overtime when I’m pouring milk on Captain Crunch.
“OK, I promise to be quiet,” I say. “Can you go back to doing what you were doing?”
“No.” He smiles. “I want to dothisnow…”
He unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my jeans. I wore my good pair that only have a couple of small holes. I lift up to let him slide them partway down my thighs, and then he hooks two fingers inside my panties, and applies himself to another sensitive part of my anatomy.
I do my utmost to stay silent. It’s pretty much impossible, but I bite my lip and focus on trying to breathe. Every nerve is crying out for him, and even though he’s doing very fine work here, I’m desperate to have all of him, right here, right now.
“Goddamn,” he mutters. “You’re so wet. I amsofucking hard for you…”
That does it. I hop off, and shed the rest of my clothes in half a second. Then I stand over him and begin to unbucklehisbelt, while watching his glorious ab muscles flex as he breathes rapidly in and out.
“Wait,” he says, as I start to pull off his jeans. Better condition than mine, just saying.
He stands up, shifting me gently backwards.
“A manhasto take off his own pants,” he informs me.
And with one swift move, he drops pants and boxer briefs to the floor and steps out of them. Nate naked. Again. Also, he wasn’t lying about being hard.
I’m about to drop to my knees, but he catches me.
“I want to feel your skin on mine,” he says.
He maneuvers me onto the bed, so that we’re both kneeling, facing each other, and then pulls me tight against him, one hand cupping my rear, one on my back, and kisses me so deeply I feel like we’re fused together.
His erection is pressed into me, and I push myself against it, striving for connection to the part of me that’s crying out to be touched again. Nate’s warm hand strokes my rear, my thigh, and then slips between us. Connection is made, and I amthisclose to coming. I arch back, and Ican’tkeep quiet.
Gently, he kisses me, first my bottom lip, and then my top one, and then his tongue explores mine, and the rhythm of his kisses matches the touch of his hand, and I’mgone. The orgasm builds slowly, but then it rushes through me like magma, lighting up every particle in my body until it erupts through the top of my head. Pretty sure Max won’t need a glass against the wall to hearthatone.
I come back to the world to find I’m gripping Nate’s shoulders like an eagle does a rock. And to find he’s laughing quietly.
“Hope Max knows the sock trick,” he says.
“That’snotromantic,” I protest. “I donotwant to think about your little brother doing … that.”
“Better make you forget him, then,” Nate says, and kisses me hard this time.
I reach for his erection, only to find he’s made productive use of my time on cloud nine and rolled on a condom. It’s so great being with a guy who’s organized.
“You OK with this?”
He lies back, so I can be on top. I amverymuch OK with this.
“You need to conserve energy,” I say with a smile. “Happy to oblige.”
I lower myself onto him, slowly, and revel in the sound he makes. I start to move, and now it’shisturn to find out how difficult it is to stay quiet. Poor Max. With luck, he has earplugs.
This is a great position. I can run my hands up his abs and chest, and he can fondle my breasts, and I like that considerably. I can also set the pace, which I like most of all.
His breathing becomes ragged, and his hands clamp onto my hips—I suspect we’ll both have finger bruises tomorrow—as he tries to thrust into me harder and deeper. But he’s weaker than usual, so I toy with him in a cruel but enjoyable fashion by keeping the pace slow and steady.
“Shit, Shel,” he groans. “Have mercy.”
If I were taller and could walk in stilettos heels without twisting an ankle, I could be a pretty good dominatrix.
