Page 127 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
I fumbled to open the door and step out, and got as far as the doorway before he grabbed me and pulled me back, glaring at me. “I want you to want it. Not because you want to make it up to me or any bullshit like that. I’m madder than hell under all this shit, but there’s no fucking way I’m going to fuck you if you’re doing it because you feel bad.”
I took his other hand and put it on the underside of my dick so his fingers could curl around it. “Do you feel how hard I am?”
“I do.”
“And that was with you digging in my ass enough to hurt.”
“I—”
“Don’t say sorry, I didn’t say it was a bad kind of hurt.”
“I don’t...want to hurt you.”
“You kind of do, but you mostly just feel a lot, and one of those things is you want to be with me. Well, feel that, feel my cock. Feel how hard I am. How hard I always am for you, because I’ve wanted you longer than any relationship we have had. Because even if other people didn’t say it out loud to me before, all there’s ever been for me is you. So if you want me or need me, it’s still going to be a drop in the bucket compared tohow long I’ve wanted and needed you. I left you when I shouldn’t have, but for as long as you’ll have me, you’ll always have me.”
His eyes flashed, but he released me with a quickness I couldn’t interpret. Considering he didn’t tell me he’d changed his mind, I hurried out and beelined straight for the shower bag. Opening it impatiently enough to send everything spilling out, I spotted a small, familiar, unopened bottle of our lube. My heart gave a lurching beat, and I fumbled to get the plastic off, testing a squirt on the side of the suitcase to ensure it came out before going back to the bathroom.
Eli was where I’d left him, and he snatched the bottle out of my hand before grabbing me, turning me around, and pushing me against the sink counter. I gasped as I was forced to stare into the mirror, looking back to see his gaze boring into me. Anger and lust and pain and passion and need and, and, and?—
“Oh fuck,” I hissed as two hastily lubed fingers wereshovedinto me. “Fuck.”
“Still think you want me more?” he growled, reaching around to stroke me with a hand that was barely not rough. “Still think you’re okay with this?”
I spread my legs and pushed back onto his fingers, enjoying the discomfort and the pleasure. “Fuck.Yes.You want me? Take me. Take me like you’ve never done before, because I’m yours and will be yours for the rest of my life. You can die tomorrow, you can leave me tomorrow, but I’m always going to be yours. Even if I find a way to move on and be happy with someone else, I’m going to be yours. So take me, Eli. Take it out on me if you need to, because I want you to. Not because I’m trying to fix it, not because I think it will make you forgive me or make things better, but because I’m yours.”
The look in his eye was wild as he yanked his fingers out, and I knew I had egged him on to the point of losing his mind. He snatched the bottle up and wasn’t careful about theamount of lube he stroked over his cock, which, in the reflection, looked hard enough that I was surprised it wasn’t beet red and throbbing to the beat of his heart.
Then he had hold of me, and I could feel his cock pressing against me. I had a moment to wonder if maybe I had made a mistake. The thick head of his cock pushed in, and I groaned because goddamn thathurt. Fire raced up my ass as another inch of him disappeared, and I gripped the counter as tightly as I could while he held himself there, obviously so revved up that he didn’t care that it hurt, but knowing he had to hold himself back.
His arm wrapped around my waist and held me still as he stared over my shoulder, meeting my eyes in the mirror. Whatever self-consciousness I felt at having to stare at myself in the mirror was lost as I caught the emotions burning in his eyes. Even when the next couple of inches shoved into me caused another wave of burning, I held his eyes as he gripped my hips with his arm and tried to get himself as deep into me as fast as possible without causing damage.
It hurt, it burned, itached.
It was perfect.
I groaned when I felt him slide the last few inches into me, knowing I was going to pay for it after we were done, but not caring. The true pleasure hadn’t started yet, but that didn’t matter because we were here, we were together. The man of my dreams, a dream built not just on fantasy but experience and a friendship that most people would never know, was deep inside me, not as punishment or a last fuck, but because we’d missed each other so much and neededsomethingto pour our feelings into. I had a last moment of coherent thought, knowing he would feel bad afterward, and I’d have to make sure he didn’t cling to that because I needed it just as much as he did.
“Do you feel me?” he asked roughly as he held me tight.
“Yes,” I breathed as I felt him throbbing inside me.
“Good,” he grunted, and I whimpered when he pulled out halfway. And while he didn’t snap into me, he certainly didn’t take it slow as he thrust in, sending another burning ache through me. “Because I feel you. And fuck, you feel good.”
“I missed you too,” I grunted, and that was either the right thing to say or the wrong because the next movement involved him shoving his cock into me all at once, making me whine.
It was no longer just pain and the emotional high of having that moment with him, though; he was slamming into the part of me that made the pain feel like pleasure. My grip on the counter was no longer to brace against the hurt, but to brace for more, which I desperately ached for. I had never felt like that before and never wanted to feel it for anyone else but him.
Maybe the moment gave him mind-reading abilities, or he was locked into his thoughts. Whatever the case, he began to move, pulling back until he almost pulled out entirely and burying himself in one fell swoop. I wasn’t nearly loosened up enough for it not to send another burn through me, but that didn’t stop me from moaning wantonly for him to keep going. It hurt, it ached, it was pleasure, it was ecstasy, and I never wanted him to stop.
And not once did I take my eyes off his in the mirror as the shower continued to run. The mirror was steaming up, but the air from the rest of the room through the open door didn’t let it settle. Just enough that all I could see was his eyes burning into mine as he began to truly fuck me. I didn’t care if there was a score of people outside the room who could hear me; all I could do was moan loudly, crying out whenever his dick hit mejustright.
Eli was silent until the end, when his thrusts became erratic and messy. Growls erupted from his lips as he fucked hard into me, making me cry out even louder until he held me against him with a grip so tight I could feel his nails biting into my hips.Then he yanked me up roughly and groaned harshly when I felt him coming deep inside me. There was still an ache, but it wasnothingcompared to the feeling of him filling me up in every way he could. Never had I felt so full, so aching, so desperately, absolutely, completely needed and claimed than I did in that moment.
He barely had to wrap his hand around my cock before I was gripping him even more fiercely, practically howling as my orgasm took me and I spurted all over his hand, the counter, and into the sink. Not once did he let me pull my gaze from his, even with my eyes half closed as I came harder than I could ever remember coming in my life, not once did our eyes pull away. And then I was left to gasp, sagging slightly and only held up by him as my orgasm left me.
Eli waited until my breathing eased, jerking my eyes back to him in the mirror. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I breathed out, feeling it all the way to a depth beyond my bones. I meant what I’d said before, and I meant it now.
