Page 8 of The Brothers Next Door

“Later. I’ll be fucking you more than once tonight.”

I uttered a low groan, suspecting and fearing that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.

“Where are the condoms?”

I pointed to the drawer in the night side table. “Everything should be in there.” Though, until this moment, I’d wondered why I’d even bothered to unpack my few sex essentials.

He turned from me and I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning as I looked at his round, hard ass. It must have taken a shit ton of squats for a man to get an ass that perfect. Placing the condoms, plural, on the top of the night side table along with lube, though I had no clue why he’d even need lube. Between my excitement and two orgasms I was drenched down below.

Returning to me on the bed, he slid between my legs, bracing a hand on either side of my head. His eyes were filled with desire as he looked down at me, giving me a glimpse of the passion that was in store for me.

Nate lowered his lips to mine. I exhaled as our lips touched, my arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down to me. My hands explored the hard lines of his back and shoulders as our tongues dueled. My legs wrapped around his waist and I pulled him down to me.

I groaned as his shaft slipped between my folds and he rocked against me. The head of his dick rubbed against my clit, sending me into a frenzy of need. Just an inch lower—he was so close to penetrating me, and I wanted it so badly. Why prolong the torture?

“I need you in me!” I gasped as he released my lips and began running a trail of kisses down my neck, periodically biting at the tender flesh.

“You’ll get what you need, baby, soon.”

The torture continued to the point where I was attempting to impale myself on his shaft. The cruel bastard wouldn’t allow it. He pulled up from me as his lips worked their way along my collarbone. I heard the crinkle of a wrapper and a moment later, he was returning to me, his dick probing my entrance.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he demanded.

“I want it. God, I want it.”

“And you need it?”

“YES! Please!” The words had barely left my lips when he was slamming into me, to the hilt, his cock stretching my core to its limits. I cried out, my nails digging into the hard muscle, leaving deep crescent shapes in his shoulder blades.

“Damn, you’re so tight. It’s amazing.” He remained embedded within me a moment, until I couldn’t stand the inaction any longer and began to move under him, urging him to begin thrusting into me. He waited an extra moment, before giving me what I needed, slipping out until he was barely breaching my entrance and then slamming back into me. Over and over, he pounded into me, taking complete control and bringing me along for the ride.

The desire within me coiled, knotting my stomach and bringing me to the point of near orgasm. Just at the moment of my cresting the summit, he pulled out, grabbed my hips, and flipped me over to my stomach. Grasping my hips again, me pulled me up onto my hands and knees before him. Anticipating what he was about to do, I grabbed a pillow and placed it under my pelvis, helping to stabilize myself as he slipped himself back into my pussy.

He thrust into me, one time, two times, with me backing into him with each movement, needing it harder and deeper. But my body froze as I felt his finger pressing against my back entrance. I clenched at the intrusion. Whoa, okay. Not sure if I’m completely on board with this.

Buried deep within me, he leaned over me, his teeth nipping at my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

Telling me he’d be gentle only helped a minimal amount. I forced myself to relax. Tonight was about getting wild and releasing the old with the new. It was about pulling myself out of my comfort zone and experimenting.

Lifting himself from my back, he reached over and grabbed the lube. Flipping open the top, he poured an ample amount of the liquid onto me and stroked me with it, making me tingle. I moaned softly and bucked back against him, not sure if it was because his dick was still deep in me or anticipation of what he was about to do.

He pressed his finger past the muscle protecting my backside and into me. There was a slight burning sensation, but it was manageable. My fingers dug into the blanket under me, but to my surprise, I wanted more as I hissed out the word “Yes…”

He chuckled and gave me what I wanted, adding a second finger, and slowly, gently, he began scissoring his fingers, stretching me, preparing me for his cock as he continued to pleasure my pussy with his shaft. I moved against him, growing light-headed as this foreign pleasure was driving me near insanity with need.

“Give me your cock. I want it in my ass!” I said and froze for a moment. Had I actually just begged him for it? Surely I had because his fingers slipped from my backside along with his dick from my core. I suddenly felt incredibly empty and needier than I’d ever felt before.

Lining his dick to my back entrance, I inhaled as he slowly, gently, began to press himself into me. His dick was larger than his fingers and I once more felt the burning of being stretched, but the fire within me was stronger. With lust racing through my veins, I bucked back against him, plunging his dick fully into me.

Nate groaned. The sound was loud and feral as his fingers dug into my hips. I took a minute to adjust as his girth was much worse than I expected, but as he began to gently thrust into me, the pain faded, giving way to my primal need for him. It was less than a minute before the feelings started to become too much and I began to feel overcome by the pleasure.

“Nate, oh God, I… Don’t…” I couldn’t think of anything to say, words were lost on me. He slammed into my ass one final time so hard that it sent me sprawling forward onto the mattress. His cock throbbed and with a low, growl-like groan, he released. The feeling of his release deep within my ass sent me spiralling over the edge and I came with him.

“That was…”

He lowered his weight onto me, brushing his lips along the side of my neck, and whispered into my ear. “That was just the beginning to a night you’ll never forget, baby.”

I wanted to reply that he was a little too cocky for his own good, but didn’t. Mostly because I had a feeing he wasn’t bragging, but telling the truth.

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