Page 38 of Never Say Yes To Your Brother's Best Friend

I close my hand around Rick’s shaft, and he literally gasps. Yes, this man who looks like he can kick all the ass, who has never been surprised about anything in his life, draws in a surprised gulp of air.

“Jesus, Aspen, no, I—”

I lean forward and guide him to my lips. He’s salty and soaked like I’m soaked. He’s the hardest thing I’ve ever felt and held, and he’s like velvet. Cocks look kind of weird, I guess, but they’re actually very ingeniously constructed.

If I’m being honest, this kind of thing has always seemed a little bit demeaning. It’s a position that I couldn’t understand why anyone would like to be in. The guy has all the power. It’s lowering to be on your knees like this. It takes a lot of trust. I guess there are so many images out there where this is exactly that, but what’s happening right now is nothing like that. I do not feel demeaned in the least.

I want this. I want this so fucking badly that it seems like the most beautiful, natural thing in the world. Taking Rick into my mouth is what I want. I want to make him feel good, but it makes me feel good too. I’m basically going into full-on detonation mode between my legs. I like everything about this. The taste of him, the way he feels when I stroke him with my hand, the sounds he makes, and how his body moves against me as I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock. I love that when I look up, his head is angled sideways, and his eyes are closed. He looks like he’s focused and concentrating. Actually, he looks like he’s meditating, but I can see beneath the outer calm. I feel the tremble that races through his whole body as he holds himself back. He’s still, and he doesn’t work my mouth. Instead, he lets me taste him the way I want to. He lets me be in charge of his pleasure.

I like that he doesn’t make a noise, but his breathing becomes raw. It sounds like his lungs are being scraped against a cheese grater, minus how much that would hurt. He has to throw a hand up against the wall as though he would stumble if he didn’t.

His fingers flex and uncurl and flex up again. I watch everything before I close my eyes and take him deeper. I still work him with my hand, but I want more of him. I don’t want him to pull back or pull away, even if he’s going to lose control. The tremor is now trembling. His hips slowly move, just a bare minimum, but it feels like everything.

It feels so right when his fingers find a handhold in my hair. I steady him in return with a hand on his hip. I curl my fingers into his perfect, rock-hard butt cheek the same way I did a few nights ago on the stairs. It was life or death then. It was him going into a head-on freefall, and I was the only one holding him back. But this is a different freefall. This one is safe. I’m not here to hold him back. I’m here to help him lose control.

I should probably go slow because I’m not very experienced with this, but I don’t want to go slow. I want his whole dick in my mouth, as far as it will go, and I want it now. I want his saltiness on my tongue. I want him losing control, fucking my mouth, grabbing my hair. I want the kinds of sounds torn from his throat that tell me he’s going to lose it.

“Holy dick, Aspen,” Rick hisses.

Yeah, holy dick. That’s about right. But I don’t want that to be it. I use my other hand to stroke his balls before I cup them. He jerks, nearly bending in half, and I feel the wild shudder that rips through him.

“Holy blinking balls,” he rasps.

Blinking balls? Is that what they feel like for him? Like they’re doing Christmas light things, flashing on and off? That must hurt. I should make it better.

I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to ever stop. I want to keep pleasing him like this for…for a good amount of time.

I keep up with caressing his balls and doing whatever I can with my mouth. I take him as deep as possible and then pull back, using my tongue in tandem to lick around him. I don’t think I’m very good at this, but the way his hips start to thrust into my face says otherwise. He starts making noises like a cow stuck in the muck would make, and oh my holypackage,I like it.

I’m down here, enjoying this more than if it were me being touched and teased and tasted.

When Rick gets a little wilder, I open my eyes and tilt my head up to watch him. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than he is right now. His head is bent forward, and his long hair, which is normally neatly combed back, is flipped over his forehead and in his eyes. They’re closed, and his lips are moving, but he’s not saying anything. Maybe he’s just sucking in the air really quietly. I can’t hear him, especially considering that the running shower sounds like a roar next to us.

This is unbearably intimate, but he’s here with me, and we’re doing this. I’m honored it’s me. That I’m the one who gets to see him in this private moment of unguarded passion.

I watch him, touch him, and use my mouth on him until he tries to jerk my head up. He winces, and his jaw grinds hard, his teeth clashing together. “Aspen.” My name barely sounds human. In fact, it barely sounds like my name at all. I think this is the best way anyone has ever said it. “Aspen, I’m going to…”

“Yes,” I murmur.

“I seriously can’t…you’re going to have to…”

I make it pretty obvious that I’m not going to stop. I’m half terrified, but I want this with him. I want to give him something I’ve never given to anyone else.

The way he shakes is a moment I’ll never forget. I close my eyes and savor it. He’s gentle, even if I don’t need him to be.His hands cup my face, and he arches over me, shaking brutally before he comes in my mouth. His cock kicks on my tongue, and I swallow. Honestly, I thought it would be pretty gross, but it’s not gross. It’s different. I’ll say that. I should have known nothing about this man is anything less than beautiful.

It’s adorable how worried he is about me. After he’s spent and done shaking, he lifts me up and kisses my forehead, my nose, and my cheeks, and then full-on kisses me on the mouth. My whole body sparks up into a red-hot flame shower of burning incendiary delight. I would say it’s a pretty dangerous thing to do, but Rick is pretty used to living on the perilous edge of things.

He takes me into the shower while kissing me until I’m weak all over. The way his mouth guides mine, dancing with me and leading me into him—it’s an intimacy I haven’t experienced before either. His hands twine into my hair when we’re both in the shower. It’s as modern as you’d expect, with a glass door, an immaculate tile job, and a huge square showerhead that has the world’s most gentle and even spray. It looks like it’s never been used before.

Not that I notice it. I barely notice anything except Rick.

But I do notice that, of course, the water is still hot.

I’m definitely not a virgin, but I’m not the most experienced person in the world when it comes to sex either. However, I’ve never felt anything like this before. I expect to be hoisted up onto Rick’s hips and trapped between him and the glass while he fucks the ever-loving daylights out of me, but he kisses down my jaw, my neck, and my shoulders and then slowly spins me around. He takes my wrists and guides my hands over my head. My palms flatten on the glass. It’s been warmed up by the temperature of the water, even though it’s barely wet. It appeared clear before, but now that my palms are on it, I can feel the steam. I curl my fingers as though I can hold on.

Rick knocks my legs apart, not meanly, but not with the gentlest touch either. I don’t want gentle. I don’t want him to treat me like I’m made of glass because I’m definitely not. I arch my back and let my legs fall open. He makes a barely human noise, and then, thank everything in the universe, his fingers land on me.

I’m slippery and soaked. I’m probably so wet that my thighs are smeared with wetness. I don’t know. Now that we’re in the shower, I can’t tell. All I can concentrate on is the feel of his fingers gliding over my folds. He goes straight to my entrance and doesn’t stop. He pushes two fingers in, just a little bit. It stretches me, and it burns so fucking good.

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