The Better Brother

I needed another damn drink.

“Another round?” I asked as the bartender passed by. He nodded and quickly poured me another shot of whiskey. Josh got his second beer, and we lapsed into an easy silence.

My attention was focused elsewhere within seconds. Josh barely noticed as a blonde walked slowly past us, but I couldn’t have missed her. She was gorgeous and clearly on the prowl. As she walked by, I swiveled around on my barstool and watched her.

She glanced back at me, her blonde hair falling gently over her shoulder. My eyes met hers for a second, and I knew she was the diversion I needed. I came into the city to forget about work, and this girl was the perfect distraction.

“Here.” I stood up and pulled my wallet from my pocket. Slapping down a few bills, I turned to face Josh. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Where are you going?” Josh asked.

I nodded at the blonde. She was sitting against the back wall with a few friends surrounding her. They were talking in her ear, but her eyes were still focused on me.

Josh just rolled his eyes and grabbed his beer. I grinned and slapped his shoulder as I walked away.

***

“Oh fuck.” Her head rolled forward when my fingers found her clit. “Right there. Yes. Oh god!”

“You like that?” I asked. I slapped her ass, sending vibrations through my dick.

I was deep inside of her, taking her roughly from behind. My fingers massaged her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the brink. With each moan she released, I pounded on her harder and faster.

Her perky little ass looked amazing as I gripped her hip with one hand. When she came, it was with an earth-shattering cry of ecstasy that fueled my own desire.

“Scream for me,” I demanded. “Scream for me again.”

“Fuck!” Her voice was shrill and needy. “Holy shit! Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”

Words failed her as pleasure rocked her body. She screamed out my name and collapsed onto the bed. I grinned and pulled out of her just long enough to flip her onto her back.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I said.

She giggled and brushed her hair out of her face. I grabbed her legs and pulled her forward, thrusting my hips at the same time. In one motion, I was buried deep inside her all over again. She gasped and moaned with renewed pleasure as I took her harder than before.

Her tits bounced, and her eyes rolled back in her head. It was mere seconds before she was bordering on yet another orgasm.

“Michael!” she screamed. “Oh, Michael!”

I could hear the people in the next room bang on the wall to silence us, but I didn’t care. In my hotel room, nothing mattered but my own release. If little miss blonde wanted to scream her head off, that was what she would do. So long as I got what I needed, my neighboring guests would just have to get over it.

“That’s it, baby,” I said. I rammed my hips forward and groaned. I was so close that I could feel my cock begin to throb.

“Yes!” she screamed and came again, her pussy tightening around my dick.

“Fuck,” I groaned and released myself, hard and fast.

I gripped her hips and hunched slightly forward, letting the waves of pleasure wash through my body. She was panting beneath me, trying to catch her breath. When I pulled out and fell onto the bed beside her, I could see her knees trembling. The sight brought a sly grin to my lips, but it didn’t last long. Once my needs were satisfied, I just wanted to sleep.

“Well,” she said simply, after regaining her breath. “I should get out of here.”

“All right.” I nodded and inwardly praised her for getting the hint. I hated when girls, especially those I picked up in bars, thought that sex meant the beginning of something. Clingy girls annoyed me more than anything else.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said. She pushed herself out of bed and began searching for her clothes. “That was a lot of fun.”

“Thank you.” I grinned. “You were fucking amazing.”

“I try.” She winked and pulled her dress over her head.