Page 41 of My Brother's Best Men
And then I hear the sound of the shower running.
Part of me feels like maybe I should leave, go back down to the the front desk and ask if there’s some way a magical room has opened up, but I also know it’s a pointless pursuit.
I’m just feeling anxious, out of sorts. What I need is to push those anxieties aside and…let loose. Have a little fun.
Like this afternoon. I had a blast playing cornhole with the guys, laying out in the sun, sipping margaritas and even going in the water a bit to cool off.
With my brother’s wedding in a few days, there’s never been a better time to soak up the Paradise air and just…relax.
And then I hear it. Or rather, I hearhim.Benny lets out a curse, and the way he breathes the wordfuck, I just know.
I freeze, time stopping and moving all too fast at the same time.
“Oh, fuck,” he bites out. “That’s it, so close…” He moans. “So fucking full.” He lets out a heavy grunt, and it’s like a train wreck. “Gonna fill you up with my cum and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk without my cum dripping down your thighs.”
As if his words alone could render me immobile, I realize I can’t move my damn legs.
I let out out a heavy breath of my own, trying to still my breathing. Because I swear, I’ll never be able to getthatimage out of my head now.
“Gonna fill you up with my cum and fuck you until you won’t be able to walk without my cum dripping down your thighs.”
It takes everything in me to stifle the moan that wants to escape me, because Benny’s bitter masturbatory musings are like my fantasies come to life.
I hear the faint sound of wet skin slapping and his grunts come quicker.
I know what I should do. I should turn around and walk out of here, and just come back later or something. I absolutely should not be standing here listening to Benny masturbate in the damn shower. For one, it’s an invasion of privacy. And it’s wrong. On so many levels.
But I’ve also thought of this scenario so many times, and now that I know what he sounds like…it’s impossible to ignore. Impossible to turn away.
My heart picks up its pace in my chest, my insides twisting with familiar desire. I suck in a breath, forcing myself to sit on the bed and breathe. I suck in a breath and count to ten, trying tonotfocus on the deep moans and cursing coming from the shower or the heavy grunts and moans.
And then those grunts turn to growls. I press my thighs together, closing my eyes as I try to focus on my breathing, but the tightness of my thighs does nothing to quell the ache in my core. I squirm on the bed and my bathing suit bottoms dip into my crack, so I shift to move them, but soon find my fingers wandering to the front of my suit. My legs part. My fingers slip through my pussy and I realize how wet I am. How swollen my clit is already, and all I’ve been doing islisteningto him.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his voice echoing in the space. “Show me that pretty pussy.”
I close my eyes, pretending for just the briefest moment that it’s me he’s talking to. I spread my legs, sliding my fingers along my wet, warm seam. Grains of sand stick to the insides of my thighs, harsh against the warm softness of my skin.
I can be quiet, I tell myself. It won’t be the first time I got off to the thought of Benny Anderson knowing he’s in the room next me.
I bite my lip as I slide one finger inside of myself, if only to quell the moan that wants to escape me.
“Such a good girl,” he says, his voice strained and high-pitched. I’ve never heard him like this. Ever. It’s strangely hot and terrifying.
“I’m gonna come,” he says, his voice bordering on desperate. “Take it,” he growls. “Take all my fucking cum.”
I slide another finger inside, pumping rapidly as I imagine him filling me up just like he says he will. Until his cum is dripping down my thighs.
His feral growl of “Fuck, I’m coming!” throws me over the edge and I turn over on my stomach, forcing my face into the pillow to keep from screaming as my insides spasm and my orgasm hits me.
I’m coming too.
Harder than I’ve come in the last year with Keaton’s fingers or cock stuffed inside me.
I fight to regain my breath and my sanity as I realize he’s quiet. The shower is still running, and I realize it won’t be long until he gets out.
Oh shit, what have I done?
I need to move. I need to…
