Page 89 of My Brother's Best Men
His concern and intent to makemecomfortable is endearing and vulnerable.
I nod. “I am, Matty.” I kiss him softly, needing him to understand.
“Are you going to come?” he asks, his rhythm starting to quicken.
I meet his thrusts, chasing the ecstasy I know we both seek.
“Yes,” I say. His fingers tease my clit again as he kisses me. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come fast.”
“Me too,” he says, and his voice is so sweet and soft, it’s almost impossible not to feel the excitement of what’s so new and wonderful to him.
I forgot what it felt like to feel that new wonder of intimacy, and I’ve never felt it with someone Ilove.I thought I loved Keaton, but as Matthew kisses me softly, as his gentle rocking turns into full-on thrusting and he chases his pleasure, I feel overwhelmed with emotion.
This isn’t just about me.
It’s about us. It’s about this undeniable connection that transcends all explanation.
We fit together like lock and key, our bodies moving as one like a well-oiled machine.
“Come for me,” I whisper against his lips.
He moans into my mouth as he shifts our bodies until he’s on top of me. His weight is warm and solid and I don’t think twice about wrapping my legs around his hips. He keeps one hand on my clit and the other holds my head still as he kisses me and I forget about anything and everything else.
Because this…
Matthew and me…
It feels right.
“I’m coming,” he whispers into my mouth, and it’s not rushed or heated, but reverent and wonderful. He sucks in a breath as he stills, repeating the words like a mantra. I tighten my legs around his hips, kissing him with all that I am as he fills me.
But he doesn’t vacate me like I expect him to. He only stills for a moment. An eternal few seconds before he starts to thrust into me again. My body shakes as he builds a rhythm back up, his cock still hard as steel.
My legs shake as my insides pulse with the aftershocks of my orgasm and I realize he’s not done. I hold on to him for dear life as he drives me over the edge again, swallowing my ecstasy whole.
After the second release, I can barely take his thrusts.
And after the third, I’m too full of him, of his cum, to keep anything in. He finally exits me, my insides and my pussy practically numb frommultipleback-to-back orgasms. My head is spinning because I could get used to this.
This feels amazing.
Matthew pulls me close, and I close my eyes and breathe him in.
“I love you,” he whispers. “Sophie.”
His admission is the sweetest confession I’ve ever heard. It’s so pure it almost breaks my heart.
“I love you too, Matty,” I whisper as someone gets into bed behind me. Benny, I think.
When I feel a touch on my hip, I look to see it’s a familiar tattooed hand, and I smile as Benny pulls me back into his warmth and I feel the tinge of steel against my flesh. His hand on my hip drifts wordlessly between my legs, his fingers sliding through the remnants of Matthew’s spend. I shiver when he collects it, spreading it along my sensitive seam, his fingers teasing the tight ring of muscle in my ass.
“Open wide for me, kitten,” he whispers in my ear.
“I c—can’t,” I huff, as Matthew buries his face in my neck. He purrs contentedly as Benny teases my entrance with his finger, pushing some of the collected cum inside me.
“You didn’t think you could fuck Matty without me knowing, did you?” Benny chuckles low in my ear.
“I—”
