Page 38 of The Brothers Next Door

Once the temperature was to my liking I stepped into the bathtub, I allowed myself a few seconds of indulging under the stream of water before offering her a hand to help her in as well.

I stepped back, allowing her to move forward under the stream. Within seconds the water had covered her, the stream of water shimmering on her body as it rolled down her womanly curves.

Grabbing the shower puff, I squirted a dose of body wash onto it and stepped up to her again, and began to gently scrub her body, starting with her shoulders and slowly working my way down. Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes when I reached her breasts. I took an extra minute to circle each nipple until they were both standing perfectly erect and they protruded between the suds.

Carrying on lower, over her stomach and to her groin, I paused a moment, waiting for her to ask, plead, and beg me to continue. My hand hovered there waiting.

“Darrin.” My name came past her lips and it was like an adrenaline rush to my cock. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she could get me hard.

My hand dipped lower and I began to massage her pussy with the bath puff, making sure I applied extra pressure on her clit, making her groan in pleasure. As I teased, I could feel her begin to wiggle on her feet, so she reached out and grabbed onto my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my flesh as I concentrated on getting her off.

“Oh fuck, Darrin, if you don’t stop…” She placed her forehead against my chest and her breathing became forced. I may have been torturing her, but little did she know that I was in equal agony myself.

“What? What if I don’t stop?” I increased the speed and she cried out, her nails leaving deep crescent shapes on my shoulders.

“I… I will… Oh God…” Her body trembled against mine and she moaned.

Smiling, I removed the puff from her, grabbed her shoulders, and spun her around, slowly. She was unsteady on her feet, but I kept her upright. Squirting some more soap on the puff, I began to scrub her back.

Once I finished with her ass and the insides of her thighs, she turned back around to face me, and took the puff from me. “It’s only fair if I return the favour.”

My jaw clenched as I endured the agony of her hands over every inch of my body. I swear my dick was so hard it could break bricks at this point. I wanted her but my brother and I had a deal, no sex with Layla unless it was us together. I planned on keeping to that pact, even if it killed me, and in this case it just might.

Her hands worked the lather over my chest and down my stomach. To my relief, she avoided my penis and knelt before me, running the puff over my thighs and calves. Her mouth was less than an inch from my cock. All I had to do was a slight thrust forward and it would be slapping across her lips. I’d have loved to see her take me into her mouth. Fuck, that would be an amazing sight.

She was truly going to kill me. To stop myself from doing something I shouldn’t be, I turned so she could scrub down my back.

This time she worked her way up, from her crouched position behind me. When she reached my buttocks, I clenched. My entire body froze as I prayed she continued up further—maybe then I’d lose this blasted erection. Of course, that would end up giving me blue balls. One evil for another, I guess.

But she didn’t. In fact, instead of moving on, she dropped the puff and it fell to my feet as she wrapped her dainty hand around my erection and began stroking me.

“Oh fuck.” It felt so damned good, and she seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to drive me insane. Placing my palms on the wall, the water beating down on my back, I groaned out my pleasure.

She was just jacking me off. I’d done the exact same thing to her just moments before. That wasn’t sex so it was within the rules of the agreement. Right?

The pleasure increased and I found myself moving within her hands. Maybe I should have let her give me head. Oh damn, but this was just as good. Closing my eyes, I lowered my head, concentrating on the feel of her bare breasts pressed up against my back, in conjunction with the feel of her hand milking me.

The pressure within me rapidly increased. I was coming to the point of ejaculation insanely quick, but in my defense, I’d been erect and ready to go well before she had her hands on me.

“Layla. Jesus, slow down…”

She ignored me, in fact, she sped up. The woman was going to kill me. But she wasn’t, and if dying from the pleasure was the price I had to pay for this moment, then I’d die a happy man.

And then I was there… The point where I couldn’t think or function beyond feeling the pleasure. My body tensed. I was as solid as a statue. And then it came, a release so hard that I shuddered and my body went limp.

“You’re going to kill me, woman,” I gasped.

She giggled, releasing my dick, and kissed me on the shoulder. “Would it be worth it?”

I turned and smiled. “Oh yeah.” Lowering my head, I kissed her. “Layla Chambers, you’re an amazing woman.”

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