Page 32 of For Your Heart
“It’s a little sloppy,” I say, “but I’m really pleased with it for the first time.”
“You’re going to do it again?” he asks as he scrolls to the frontal view with Sage on his back, blindfolded, hard and dripping, and absolutely helpless before me.
I shiver at the sight, my blood burning with need all over again. My cock chubs and my hips rock on their own.
Declan chuckles. “I’m guessing that’s a yes.”
Groaning, I reach for the phone and turn it off. I can’t keep looking at it or I’m going to be stupidly hard. “Yes. There’s like a dozen other positions I want to try. The high of having him beneath me, that big fucking man, at my complete mercy, is so fucking intoxicating, Dec.”
He sighs and wiggles back against me. I clench my arms around him to hold him still and stop his teasing. Declan laughs quietly and settles. “Good,” he says quietly. “Love you.”
“I love you too. More than life.”
My brother smiles and closes his eyes. I’m sure it’s my erection that refuses to deflate that has me dreaming sexy dreams. However, it’s my inability to let go of Simon that they’re not about Sage or someone faceless. Or fuck, even my brother.
* * *
Ikind of thought sex would be better. I mean, it’s good. Don’t get me wrong. But I like a dick down my throat more than I like actual sex. As far as anal is concerned, I won’t be taking it again. Fuck that shit. The way my brother grimaced at me, I’m pretty sure he’s on the same page.
We get home, the three of us, and my cock is so fucking hard. I glance at Simon, who looks idyllically unaware. I almost envy him for not being attracted to men. He’s completely oblivious to my problem. From the way I can feel Declan’s tension in my mind, it’s not just my problem.
I blame our stupid situation more than anything for what comes out of Declan’s mouth next and what transpires over the next fifteen minutes.
“Shower?” Declan asks, his voice straining.
Simon looks at him, raising a brow. “All right,” he says, frowning. “You okay?”
Declan takes Simon’s hand and nearly pulls him upstairs. Really, what should happen is we should just jerk off in the shower and be done with it. With Simon between us, not touching us as we do our thing, it’s enough.
He’s fucking gorgeous. All prettily sun kissed. Hard, lean body. His dark eyes. Those perfect lips. Thinking about my best friend naked has been enough fantasy fodder for a lifetime. I get off to those thoughts pretty easily and frequently.
Something I’m sure he’s not only aware of but finds amusing.
Declan pulls Simon’s clothes off quickly, making Simon laugh as he tries to keep his balance in Declan’s haste. I turn on the water and then work on mine as Declan does his. When we’re in the shower, I’m not sure how our positions got fucked up, but I’m somehow between them.
This doesn’t concern Declan in the least. He reaches behind me, momentarily pressed against my front with his. The fact that this is my twin brother does nothing to chill my burning blood. What it is, is a hot body, wet and rigid, against mine.
He pulls Simon to my back and wraps Simon’s hands around my chest. Declan drops to the floor and he looks up at me, his hand wrapped around his dick.
I groan. With Simon’s hands on me, even though they’re barely moving (and not at all in a sexual way) has me stroking my aching dick as if this is my last orgasm before I die. But my gaze is locked with Declan’s and our jerks sync up.
More than that, the arousal in my body fuses with his and the twin groans we release are loud in the tiled space around us. Simon chuckles behind me and presses his face to my neck.
I can feel his lips on me, though innocent, and it’s a drug. I whimper. Declan whimpers. I can’t look away from my brother’s eyes. It’s almost like looking in a mirror. It might feel that way more if he wasn’t on his knees but standing in front of me.
This should feel gross. Awkward. But fuck, it feels good.
The acknowledgment of that has me coming. I twist just slightly, spraying my release over his shoulder. Declan moans and I realize he’s coming too. I fucking shudder.
* * *
I wakewith a start and grip my dick. Fuck.
“Seriously, what the hell, Damon?” Declan asks, laughing. But I don’t miss the strain in his voice.
We’d only done that twice. The first time was during our junior year of high school; afterward we apologized profusely to Simon because that was stupidly inappropriate, and we didn’t want to ruin anything with him. And the second just as we started college. Declan and I hadn’t really figured out how we were going to hook up. It sucked, needing something you didn’t understand and didn’t know how to ask for.
Was it going to be weird trying to find guys to hook up with together? High school was enough of an experiment to know that’s exactly what we needed. Hookups were best when we could do it together. But that left the challenge of figuring out how to accomplish that.
