Page 88 of My Brother's Best Men
“You okay?” Matthew whispers, his voice soft. Sweet. I look up into his eyes as the rest of the night comes back to my memory.
Dancing with them like there wasn’t a care in the world. Because there wasn’t. Because the worst of it all was behind me, Keaton disappearing back to Seattle where he belonged. With Gail or whoever she was.
Matthew’s infectious smile and energy radiated like the sun, dispelling the dark shadow of Keaton and everything that came with him. We danced and laughed and suddenly everything felt lighter. Better.
I’m sure the alcohol helped with that too.
And then the memory resurfaces of Matthew’s tongue in my mouth. Of his hands all over me. Of his?—
My eyes widen and I panic because what happened between us can’t be undone.
“Areyouokay?” I ask in a shaky whisper.
He grins, pulling me closer, pressing his cock against me.
“Peachy keen, sweetheart.” His smirk is as golden as the positivity that emanates from him.
“We—” I suck in a breath. “I?—”
And then his eyebrows furrow. “Wait. Do you… Are you having regrets or?—”
I shake my head, laying my arm over his hip. My fingers trace along his bare skin, from his hip to his round ass. The reality of what we did mixes with the memory of how good it felt.
“Because I don’t, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he whispers.
His words fall on me softly as he leans closer, kissing me carefully as he thrusts himself against me, but it’s not harsh or pushy. It’s gentle and assuring. Loving.
“I just…your first time should have been special,” I say. “Not with…two other people.”
He kisses me again and I melt like ice on a hot sidewalk.
“It was,” he whispers. “Special. Because I had all the people who care about me there when it happened.” He smirks. “And it was amazing.”
My heart lurches at his words as he pulls me against him, pleading with me. “But…if you want to go again with just us…” He grins, his whisper smooth and mischievous.
I lean in and kiss him, a soft chuckle escaping me. “You’re going to be trouble now, aren’t you?” I tease him, throwing my leg over his hip to pull him closer.
His eyes sparkle. “I’ve always been trouble.”
He kisses me, and his cock presses against me, asking the wordless question. I reach between us, guiding him to my entrance, never taking my eyes off of him, giving him the answer he seeks. His hand on my hip pulls me close as he enters me. Slowly. He groans, the sound sweet and deep and full of relief.
His breath is labored and I can see how overwhelming the sensation is for him, but before I can say anything, he thrusts himself inside of me, bottoming out in one fell swoop.
I let out a heavy sigh as he kisses me, his cock resting inside of me. He doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he slides his hand between us and starts to massage my clit, keeping his cock still.
“You feel so good,” he whispers. I hold his face in my hands, feeling the weight of his words. He says them so reverently, it’s almost like a prayer. “So much better than I ever imagined. So warm and tight.” His voice is full of awe. “Sophie…”
He gently rocks his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me slowly. His hands travel along my hips, up to my breasts. He touches them with a gentleness that makes my heart want to beat faster.
“So do you,” I whisper as I meet his gentle thrusts.
I’m well aware that we need to be careful or we’ll wake the others and while I wouldn’t mind waking them up likethis, part of me wants to treasure this moment for what it is.
It’s just me and Matthew. Together.
And it feels so right, it’s hard to deny the truth.
“Is this a good position?” he asks sheepishly. “For you? Are you comfortable?”
