The Better Brother

I reached forward and grabbed him by the belt, yanking him closer as I quickly worked his pants off his body. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back just enough for him to attack my neck with his lips.

“Oh god,” I mumbled as his tongue lashed against my skin.

He pushed me backward until I bumped into the bed. In one motion, we fell over, and Michael pinned me down with his strong body. I moaned as his lips moved lower, his tongue teasing my nipples one at a time.

I writhed beneath him, lifting my hips to grind against his dick. He grunted, thrusting forward and quickly losing control.

Unable to wait another second, Michael ripped my panties off my body and threw them to the side. His boxers followed close behind, and soon, he was staring down at me while I stroked his thick cock in my hands.

“Fuck.” His voice was deep with desire as he twitched in my hand.

“Condoms are in the drawer,” I said, pointing to my bedside table, silently thanking God that I even still had the damn things.

Michael flew forward. He tore open the top drawer and grabbed a condom. I barely knew what was happening as he adjusted me beneath him and slid the condom over his length. My head was spinning, and my heart was pounding in my chest.

I could feel my wetness dripping onto the bed. I wanted him so badly. I’d never felt such a primal, animalistic need before. I had to feel him inside of me.

Michael didn’t make me wait long. He positioned himself above me. All the urgency drained from his body as he stared into my eyes. My room was dark, but I could still make out the dark blue of his eyes as he slid forward and buried his cock deep inside me.

“Oh,” I gasped and lifted myself to meet him. He grunted and slowly rocked his hips back and forth.

I could tell he was trying to take his time, giving me a chance to get used to it, but that wasn’t what I wanted. My body took over. I rammed my hips upward, slamming into him and making him groan with pleasure.

Michael gripped my hips hard, pulling me to him and pounding into me roughly. All he needed was my silent okay for him to lose control completely. He fucked me hard, making me cry out with pleasure and hold tight to the bedsheets.

My first orgasm built quickly and spilled over even faster. My knuckles were white as I held onto the sheets for dear life. My moans were deep and earth-shattering. I didn’t bother to hold back. My legs trembled, and my pussy tightened around Michael’s dick.

“Holy shit.” He groaned and pulled out of me for a split second.

In one quick motion, Michael pulled me up and positioned me on his lap. We held onto each other while I slid down on top of him. He buried his face in my chest, kissing and biting my tits hungrily. I groaned and threw my head back, bouncing my ass up and down while he squeezed it roughly.

It wasn’t long before I felt my second orgasm coming. I tried to hold back, but when Michael bit down on my nipple, I came undone.

“Fuck!” I screamed and rode him harder, bucking up and down and crying out with renewed pleasure.

“You sound fucking amazing,” Michael said. “Come for me again, baby.”

I giggled, but Michael wasn’t kidding. He flipped me onto my back, staying inside me the whole time. He pinned me to the bed with all his weight. I gasped and wrapped my legs around him while he pounded into me harder and harder.

I could feel him seeking his own release. He was so close, his cock already beginning to throb inside of me. I raked my nails down his back, making his eyes roll back in his head. A cry of need ripped itself free from his chest, and just like that, I came again.

“Oh, Michael!” I screamed his name as my body convulsed with ecstasy.

Michael finished at the same time, throwing himself forward and collapsing against me. We were both dripping with sweat and sex as we held onto each other tightly. The three orgasms made my body weak and exhausted. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think.

It wasn’t until Michael pulled himself away from me that I slowly came back to my senses. He laid down beside me and wrapped his arms around my shaking body.

“Holy shit,” he said. “Holy fucking shit.”

“That was…” I began, but I couldn’t find the words.

“Uh huh,” he said with a deep laugh.

We both erupted in laughter as we held each other. It wasn’t long before we started talking, falling yet again into our easy banter.

Michael had to leave an hour later. He had work in the morning, a conference call first thing. As we said goodbye, I felt a weight fall into my stomach. I didn’t want him to leave, but when he kissed me, I knew I’d see him again.

CHAPTER 6