The Air That I Breathe (The Game 3.5)

“Mmm, g’night.”* * *Reese didn’t write any songs the following day, thank God.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that we spent most of the day fucking and drawing as many orgasms out of each other as we could.

What we didn’t have in stamina, we made up for in recovery time.

He ambushed me in the shower first thing in the morning.

I got to fuck him for the first time in the kitchen while he’d been busy making us breakfast.

Then we got dressed and went out for a run together that ended at the local gym, where we spent an hour lifting weights.

I had to trap my dick in the waistband of my boxer shorts after watching him remove his shirt. Sweat poured down his defined abs, and he had a flush that reminded me of our morning when I’d fucked him.

On the way back to the house, we stopped at Roasters for lunch. Reese sat down in our booth at a weird angle and let out a not-so-manly yelp, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Hard.

“Shut up,” he grated. “It’s your fault.”

“Literally.” I tore off a wing from our rotisserie chicken and bit into it.

He huffed and snatched up a cornbread muffin. “Man, I need a shower.”

Same here. We hadn’t exactly planned on going to the gym, so we hadn’t brought anything.

We had a long walk to get to Pop’s too, but we were about halfway there.

“I can’t wait to go home,” I said with my mouth full of chicken. Then I grabbed my side dishes before he could steal them. Or the cornbread muffin, at least. No one wanted to steal steamed vegetables. “We should put together a hockey team again like last year,” I said. “I wouldn’t mind some rink time before school starts.”

“Word,” he agreed, peeling the skin off his chicken. He handed it to me, and I was quick to throw it in my mouth. That shit was divine. “I gotta borrow Pop’s truck when we get back. I wanna make pork chops for dinner.”

“Fuck yeah.” One of my favorites. “There’s something I gotta do before you head off with the truck, though.”

“What?”

“You.”

Fuck me if that flush didn’t reappear on his cheeks, and he grinned and shook his head.* * *The second I was back inside my brother, all was right in the world on a level I hadn’t thought existed.

The bed creaked as I gathered his legs over my hips.

For a moment, all I heard was our shallow breathing. Then slowly, we came to life. He dragged his fingers over my back. I kissed his neck. We became more fluid and moved together, bit by bit finding our way. I shifted my forehead to his sternum so I could look down between us, and it was the hottest sight. His abs clenching, mine too, his cock straining, my cock disappearing below his balls and into his ass, the lube shining.

“I’ll never tire of this,” I mumbled.

“You better not,” he sighed with pleasure. He liked the pain as much as I did; that much was clear.

I began fucking him a little faster, and the bed creaked a little louder.

“I wanna see my come trickle out of your ass later,” I said. “I wanna see it. Swipe my fingers through it.”

He groaned and gripped his cock. “I love how fucking filthy you are.”

He brought it out in me.

He turned me into this obsessed bastard who couldn’t get enough of his brother’s body.

“I want us to use each other all the time,” I admitted, seeking out his lips. I kissed him deeply, hungrily, pushing my tongue into his mouth. “Take care of each other, get each other off.”

“For as long as we breathe,” he panted. “No one can take you away from me.”

“Fuck, Reese,” I growled. As addicted as I was to hearing him talk like that, it was bad enough to be eighteen as it was. He was gonna make me lose it too damn fast.

He continued to rile me up too. While I fucked him harder and grabbed at him rougher, he stroked himself off and admitted that he couldn’t wait to feel his twin’s cock shoot in him again. He begged for me to fill up my little brother good and proper, the way only I could. And after dinner, he wanted to bend me over the couch and fuck me with porn on in the background. And tonight before bed, he wanted us to suck each other’s cocks until our mouths were full.

I shuddered and bit back a moan. The orgasm built up rapidly and made me tense up all over.

“You’re so close,” he rasped. “Come with me, Riv. I’m gonna blow too.”

Jesus Christ. My mouth watered, and I peered down between us again, wanting to see when he lost it. And I was quickly rewarded. As soon as ropes of come started bursting from his cock, I was shoved over the edge and into my climax. I pounded his ass roughly and let go with a loud curse.