The Air That I Breathe (The Game 3.5)

Soon after, my dick disappeared into his hot, wet, perfect mouth.

I couldn’t stop shivering. Maybe it was called shaking at this point, but I wanted him so goddamn much that I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“That’s it,” I breathed. “From now on, we make our own rules, baby brother.”

He hummed in agreement and sucked me harder, hollowing out his cheeks with every pull.

“Fuck.” I was gonna lose it way too fast. My breathing was already out of control.

Reese had a plan, though. I saw him reach for the lube, and I instantly knew. I parted my legs for him and leaned back a bit more.

I was never gonna forget the image of my twin brother sucking me off and coating his fingers in lube to use on my ass. Every now and then, he opened his mouth a little wider, and I got to see his tongue sliding along my cock. It was the sexiest fucking thing.

“We were born to take care of each other like this,” I rasped. “Let me see you suck the pre-come from the head.”

He shuddered and did as told. I almost came right then and there. The tip of his tongue swept over my head before he closed his lips around me and fucking suckled. At the same time, he slid two fingers between my ass cheeks and rubbed against my hole.

I moaned.

We knew each other too well and didn’t need to ask what the other wanted. He wanted to give it to me hard, and I wanted to feel the pain. And he’d get the same treatment from me at some point. He started with his middle finger and entered me in a single movement, and I—fuck, fuck, fuck—couldn’t lose it yet. My God. I had to make it last a little longer.

The burn was supposed to stave off the orgasm, not the goddamn opposite.

The second finger helped slightly, though nowhere near enough.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he whispered. “That’s gonna be my cock soon, Riv. I’m gonna push all the way in and come so fucking hard in you.”

I nodded jerkily and started panting. “I’m losing it.”

He quickly sucked me into his mouth again, redoubling his efforts, and chose that moment to push a third finger into my ass.

I cried out from between gritted teeth and gave in to the pleasure and the pain. I couldn’t believe how heady the combination was. With a tight grip on his hair, I began fucking his mouth and meeting his fingers. Too much, not enough, too much, not enough. I rode that razor-thin line until I started coming.

“Swallow me, baby brother,” I groaned breathlessly.

Sheer bliss exploded within me and killed every ounce of the pain for a moment.

This was heaven.

This was a beginning.

Christ, we were gonna fuck like animals.

There was no recovery time or break to speak of. As soon as my orgasm had subsided, Reese released my dick and reached for whatever lube he had left. His urgency spurred me on, and I made the call to turn my back on him and kneel on the tiled seat.

“I wanna see you,” he protested.

“How? If I sit on the edge, your knees are gonna hit the wall before your dick even comes near me.”

“Fine. But one day, I want you to ride me.”

“I have a feelin’ we’re gonna try most positions in the very near future.” I planted my elbows along the edge and pushed up enough so my ass was above the surface. He was already standing on his toes to keep the water from washing away the lube.

It wasn’t ideal, but it worked. Reese stroked my hip as he pushed the head of his cock against my opening, and I closed my eyes and did my best to relax. Impatience grew rapidly inside me, and it was like, if I didn’t feel him in me soon, I’d get angry.

I gasped when he pushed a bit more, and it morphed into a groan while he sank all the way in. Fuck, that hurt. On the other hand…I couldn’t believe it. Feeling my twin like this, having him inside me, breaking down the last barrier—I could weep from the relief.

I felt his quick, shallow breaths hitting my neck. He lowered us into the water slowly so he could stand properly, and my knees hit the bench again.

“I’m not gonna last long,” he croaked. “It’s too good, Riv.”

“I don’t care. It’s just the first time.” I reached for his hands and wrapped them around me, and I arched back as much as I could to be able to kiss him.

He leaned in quickly and kissed me hard over my shoulder. “I can’t describe it,” he muttered breathlessly. “And it’s you. Us—this, right here—is what it’s about.” He squeezed me tightly and let his hands roam my chest, my abs, down to my cock, and up again. “I wanna say I love you, but the words don’t mean shit in comparison.”