The Better Brother

He was still moving too slowly for my liking. I kissed him hard and fast, pushing my hips forward until my wetness enveloped his dick. He groaned as he felt just how desperately I wanted him.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered against my lips.

“I want you,” I said again.

“Fuck.” Michael groaned and shoved his hips forward. In one motion, he was inside of me.

I gasped and whimpered while he rolled his hips slowly forward. He was torturing me, but I could tell it was getting harder for him to resist his own urges. As much as he wanted to take his time, his body was telling him something different.

Michael placed his hands on either side of me, bracing himself against the desk while he rocked his hips faster. With each thrust, he grew harder inside of me. My pussy was already aching for him and, in seconds, I came so hard that I thought my scream might break the window.

“Fuck yes, Michael!” I cried out.

The sound of his name on my lips changed Michael instantly. A dark need passed through his deep blue e

yes. His forehead creased. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a growl ripped itself free from his lips.

He grabbed me around the waist and flung me upward. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that he stayed inside me while we moved.

Michael hurled us against the closest wall, his hands moving to my ass and his entire body dripping with sweat. He pressed me against the wall with all his strength, slamming his cock inside of me with so much force that it knocked the wind out of me.

“Oh god,” I whimpered and held on for dear life.

My second orgasm came on faster than the first. A rush of pleasure flooded my pussy and coated Michael’s cock. He groaned and buried his face in my neck. His body shook and trembled while he held onto me tightly.

His fingers dug into my ass as he took me even harder.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he growled again, and I knew he was close.

I pulled his face to mine. This kiss wasn’t like the others. It was hungry and full of lust and emotion. I buried my tongue in his mouth to keep myself from screaming his name out again.

He kissed me back, holding me tight.

His cock spasmed inside me, and the feeling of it pushed me over the edge again. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me. My entire body clenched as we tangled together and our cries mingled in the air.

Michael thrust into me a few more times, letting the waves of pleasure wash over us both. I whimpered and wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, burying my face in his shoulder and biting down gently on his skin.

His arms were shaking as he slowly set me on my feet. My body immediately felt the loss of him as he slipped out of me.

“Come take a shower with me?” he asked. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The look in his eyes was unlike anything I’d ever seen. His deep blue eyes were dark, full of emotion and need. It was more than desire. It was affection.

I nodded and let him lead me by the hand through the house. We walked naked down two flights of stairs until we reached Michael’s bedroom. He held open the door for me and left me alone while he turned on the shower. I listened to the water run and looked around his room.

Part of me thought I should feel awkward. I was standing alone in Michael’s bedroom, naked and dripping with sex. Still, I’d never felt more comfortable in my life. I didn’t know what it was about him, but I had now had sex twice with a man I’d only seen on three occasions. It was so uncharacteristic of me, but I just couldn’t help myself with him.

When Michael reappeared, there was a soft smile on his face that drew me to him. He pulled me against him and kissed my lips softly. We backed into the shower, still holding onto each other. Our kiss never broke as the steamy water cascaded over our aching and exhausted bodies.

We fell asleep in Michael’s bed that night. Neither of us bothered to get dressed after the shower. We curled up beside each other and drifted easily off to sleep.

CHAPTER 10

Michael

Julie’s head was resting on my shoulder when the sun peeked through my bedroom window. I squinted and groaned, throwing my hand over my eyes. The movement woke Julie. She shifted slowly and moaned, sending shivers shooting down my spine.

“That moan is so unfair,” I said. My voice was rough from sleep.

“Why’s that?” Julie asked with her eyes still tightly closed.