Quadruple Duty

She made a noise, and I glanced up over the smooth expanse of her body. Sammara was whimpering, biting down on her own knuckles in an attempt not to be heard. I reached up with my free hand, pushed her fingers away, and clamped my palm down over her mouth instead.

“MMMmmmPPPhhhh!”

She bit down on my palm, even as she gushed into my mouth. Her orgasm was silent, secret. The whole thing a forbidden pleasure. Maybe that’s what made it so good for her — that we were partners in crime, exploiting a technicality. A loophole to get her off…

When she freed me from the prison of her strong, slender thighs, I slid up and kissed her some more. Sammara’s tongue went everywhere, licking and sucking on mine, tasting herself on my lips. She was lost in lust. Totally consumed in the moment.

Her eyes met mine, and a question passed silently between us. We could both feel the iron spike of my hard-on, trapped between our bodies.

“We can’t,” she whispered. Her eyes were sorrowful and apologetic. “We… we shouldn’t….”

“I know.”

I was in agony, aching to be inside of her. More ready for it than I had been for anything else in my entire life.

But she was right. It would be a betrayal. And if I wanted this whole thing to work — which I did now more than ever before — it couldn’t start off with a betrayal. Especially of my brothers.

Going against every instinct in my body, I pushed myself up and away. My own release would have to wait.

“I’m sorry,” Sammara said breathlessly. “You know I—”

“It’s cool,” I stopped her. “I get it.” Leaning in, I kissed her on the forehead. “Actually what you did was sweet. It shows inner strength. Loyalty. The other guys would be impressed.”

She looked suddenly terrified. “You’re not going to tell them that we—”

“No, of course not.”

“Okay,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Good.”

Between my legs I was still throbbing. I tried shifting everything around, to make it more comfortable.

“How’d it go with Ryan?” I asked.

Sammara’s smile returned. “Good, I think.”

“You think?”

“Well either he hates me, or he hates the fact that he doesn’t hate me.”

I laughed. “Sure sounds like Ryan.”

“Yeah.”

She stood up and smoothed her T-shirt back down over her ass and legs. She didn’t bother putting her panties back on, though.

“I reminded him that you all agreed to try this,” she said. “That you put thought and work into it, and for it to happen, he has to give it a fair shake.”

“Fair enough.”

She shifted, crossing one leg over the other. There was something else.

“Then Ryan told me something.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

All at once she seemed hesitant. A little reluctant to continue.

“Spit it out,” I laughed. “You can’t go back now.”