Page 100 of Love Thy Brother
“All right.” I stole a wet and messy kiss. “You can touch me, but no one’s touching your dick until you’ve fired your brains out of it.”
A ragged laugh escaped Rubi and he reached for me, hot hands sliding down my torso to my waist, flexing his hips in the same moment, a tiny thrust that drove me deeper inside him. “I can agree to that, but don’t stop what you’re doing to me. Never fucking stop.”
Couldn’t have denied him even if I wanted to. I rocked against him, a moan shuddering out of me as he slid his hand over the nape of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, both of us aching for that sacred release.
“Fuck.” I upped the pace and scrambled for purchase on the rug, more sweat coating my skin, pushing harder, my tenuous control slipping away. “Fuck.”
Beneath me, Rubi raised his hips higher, his strong legs a vice around me, draining the oxygen from my brain. He threw his head back, growling my name, and his cockthrobbedbetween us, trapped in that wild friction that didn’t seem enough but would blow him apart when the time came.
I knew what it was like to come without touching your dick. That desperate, scrabbling reach for something buried so deep inside, you didn’t truly know it was there until it detonated. But when it did... fuck. There was no greater pleasure except witnessing that euphoria in someone I loved a thousand times more than I’d ever loved myself.
He was so fucking beautiful.
So fuckinghot.
It catapulted me over the edge and an out of this universe climax crashed into me. Senseless sounds. Laboured breath I couldn’t catch, no matter how hard my lungs fought for it. We came together in a disordered, sweaty tangle, my dick so deep inside him I couldn’t see how I’d ever take it back.
My heart so full it would never be the same.
18
RUBI
River fucked me till the sun rose. On the floor. In my bed. Then we got up and worked out in the makeshift gym I kept in the cellar. Ate breakfast. Took a shower.
Then did it all over again.
It was a pattern that continued for three bleary, blissful days. I didn’t sleep much. Not sure he slept at all. By the time I roused myself on the fourth afternoon, aching and sore after a morning spent in the very best way, he was already up, and put it this way: my knee didn’t hurt anymore.
I hauled myself into the shower and put myself back together. When I got out, I found his T-shirt on the bathroom floor and had myself a fucking moment.He’s in my house.Fucking-A. Was I awake? Or had a migraine put me in a coma I didn’t want to end?
Not that I had a migraine. River had fucked that out of me too.
I ventured downstairs to the scent of burning bacon. There was a pan on the stove, River nowhere in sight. Rescuing it, I killed the flame and spun around, searching for him, the uncharacteristic anxiety I’d carried for months now flaring to life in ways I didn’t fucking need when I could still feel his wicked hands on my overheated skin.
He fucked me.
Too many times to count, but I still wasn’t over it. I was a versatile motherfucker, but the shit River was doing to me...
Nope.
Never saw it coming.
Where is he?
Fuck. What if he left?
“Morning.”
I jumped, spinning my head to the back door.
River was crouched down, examining the frame, hair a certified mess, eyes still reddened from the weed we’d smoked during the morning’s fuck-a-thon.
He rose slowly, gifting me a gradual reveal of his lean tattooed frame, faded grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
The perfect view alleviated the stress scratching my soul, and I was on him in a hot second. “Holy Mother Nature, I thought you’d done a runner.”
River rubbed his rough cheek against mine. “I would never.”
