Page 61 of My Brother's Best Men
“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” I say, my nerves finally hitting me as I realize I have Sophie in my grasp in the way I’ve always dreamed.
But I need to be sure this is whatshewants.
This isn’t just about me, and it’s never only been about me. Hearing that she’s harbored feelings for me before is one thing, and even knowing she might still harbor something for me now is more than I could have ever hoped for, but I don’t want to push Sophie into something because it’s what I want. And make no mistake, Idowant her. I want every part of her, every little bit of her I can get.
“Do you…” She breathes heavily. “Do youwantto stop?”
I don’t have to think to respond. “No,” I say, my cock throbbing once again against my damp pants. “I just need to know this is what you want too.”
She looks into my eyes, nodding as her hands slide down my body, slower than before. Taking her time. “What do you want, Matty?” she asks carefully. “What do you want from me?”
I think about her words, unsure of how to answer, so I say, “Everything.”
“Everything?” she asks, her voice dark and full of desire. My cock aches and I suck in a breath as I nod, grazing my lips against hers once more.
“Everything,” I say, my voice a whisper. I need her to understand how badly I want this. How badly I want her.
For a moment, she stares into my eyes, likely trying to process my words. Aside from my beer and her one glass of wine, neither of us have anything to blame for what we’re doing. And I think she knows that too.
I let my hands slide down her hips, over her ass. All the memories and thoughts I’ve had about her resurface, mixing with the reality in front of me.
Her hands settle on the waistband of my soaked shorts as her fingers play at the button there that keeps me caged. I’m acutely aware that all that stands between her hand and my cock, is this slippery, wet fabric.
Her free hand slides over my groin, fingers gently stroking the outline of my cock, and I suck in a breath because it feels so good. Her touching me. Like this.
“Have you…” She sucks in a breath. “Has anyone ever sucked your cock before?”
My eyes widen at her question and I nearly choke on my answer, because of said shock.
“Um…I tried once, with my ex, but it didn’t end so well.” I swallow harshly. “I got nervous and kind of told her to stop and ruined the mood.” But then I add quickly, “She wasn’t the right person.” I implore her with my gaze. “She wasn’tyou.”
I need her to understand, she’s the only one I’ve ever truly wanted.
“It wasn’t her mouth I wanted.” I close my eyes and then admit what I know I shouldn’t. “I wanted to have sex and enjoy it, but nothing ever felt right because I was comparing them all to you. And every time they kissed me or touched me, all I could think about was how I wished it was you.”
“Oh, Matthew…”
“If you want to suck my cock, I won’t tell you no. But I need to know youwant to. I need to know you’re doing it because you want me the way I want you.”
“I do.” She gently strokes me, carefully and with precision. Her hand on my waistband pops the button and she looks at me with a mixture of excitement and interest.
“Then by all means, baby…stop teasing me and put my cock in your fucking mouth.” I clear my throat as her eyes widen and whisper against her lips, “Please.”
The waves crash around us as she kisses me. Hard.
And then I feel a rush of sea air against me as she pushes my wet shorts and boxers down to my knees and I open my mouth in a gasp. I watch as she slowly slides down my front, between me and the rock behind her, watch as she bends down until she’s eye level with my cock. I swallow harshly as I realize this is it.
This is the first and only time I’m ever going to have my cock in someone’s mouth.
Because I know once this happens, I’ll never want anyone else. Hell, I haven’t really wanted anyone else up until this point, and this is only going to cement that reality.
She grasps my cock in her hand, looking at it as if I’m some statue to study. Her fingers trace the veins, the shape of my cockhead. Her thumb glides over the fresh precum that’s collected at the tip.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, momentarily worrying she doesn’t like it or something. Like maybe she’s seen better…
“No,” she says. “Just appreciating how perfect you are.”
I let out a heavy breath as her words hit me, and before I can speak, I feel her tongue and I nearly crumble.
