Page 40 of Never Say Yes To Your Brother's Best Friend

“Okay.”Yes, yes, yes. Okay, okay, okay. Please, please, please.

Rick grasps my hips again and does more than thrust slowly. He finds a rhythm where he can probably feel all of me, and I know for sure that I can feel all of him. He’s beyond hard, long, and thick inside me. I’m going to die, and it’s going to be amazing. In the next minute, he sets a pace that turns me into a roasted marshmallow over a campfire. He’s the campfire. And he’s right. I do need him to hold me up. One more stroke and I burst into flames, shattering into pieces. The world is fire and marshmallows and more marshmallows and then more. My bones turn into sugar, and my skin is white light.

I don’t expect Rick to be able to come again so quickly, but he pulls out, makes the smallest choked noise, and comes against my back.

We’re so quiet, but our bodies are screaming loudly. The world is covered in crystalized water droplets, and everything sounds so loud. The shower spray, our breathing, our frenzied hearts.

I turn around slowly and set my hands on Rick’s heaving shoulders. Then, I look up into his face and see that he’s already closing himself off. He’s going to retreat and hide behind that blank slate.

I kiss him softly. “You know what we need?” More of this. That’s what we need. But no, not right away. Not right now. I don’t want to literally kill us. “We need something mundane. Something normal. We need to get out of the house. Let’s go for a walk.” I run my thumb over his bottom lip. I wish he’d suck my finger into his mouth and bite it, but he shakes his head.

“No,” he says.

“Let’s go to the park again.”

“Not in the daylight. There are children there, and we don’t have any children with us. We’d be creepy.”

Right. Yeah, that’s probably not a good thing. “A different park then.”

“No.”

“Let’s just go for a walk then,” I say.

“No,” he repeats.

“We could go to a movie.”

“No.”

“The beach?”

He shakes his head again. “Especially not the beach.”

I’m not going to let him frustrate me, and I’m not going to let him win. Except in the shower. Or in bed. Or anywhere else in the house. And only in that way.

We could go to the one remaining bed in the house, and I could sit on your face.My nipples become another ten percent harder than they already are, which puts them somewhere around one hundred and eighty percent hard.

“We can go for groceries,” I suggest.

“We have—”

“Okay, well, you have to pick one of those options! It’s healthy to get out of the house. You need to do that more. You don’t even like this place.”

He opens his mouth to give me more no’s and protests, but the words dry up, and he sighs with a hint of a caveman grunt at the end. It rolls on, that caveman sound. It’s so hot, and his frown is so smoldering and delicious that I want to jump into his arms and have him drive me up against the glass the way I first imagined.

“We’ll get chicken,” I say, trying to coax him into it. I want to be playful. I’m not very good at it, but I darned well want to try.

“Fine,” he huffs. “Fine.”

“Because you know I won’t stop bugging you about it until you go with me?”

“Yes, that’s exactly it.”

I grab the bottle of manly body wash off the ledge that’s hollowed out in the tile. Then, I pop the cap and squirt a stream onto his chest. We both freeze. His lips part, and his left eye twitches. I grin, put the bottle back, and rub until suds appear all over his chest. I thought our fun in the shower was done, but I was wrong. This is fun. Touching him, cleaning him, learning his body, and memorizing him is fun.

“Holy balls,” he grinds out. He’s already hard again. His dick must be one of those super dicks from another dimension.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Holy balls.”

---