Page 20 of Run to Me
“You clearly want to do it with someone. When you imagine yourself as one of the guys on the screen, who’s the other one? Who’s touching you and making your thighs shake?”
“Jace . . . I . . . this is crazy.’
“Answer the question, baby brother.” I brush the tip of my pinky over his cock head, sparks dancing between us. His eyes fall back in his head, his lithe body arching.
“You,” he says almost too quietly.
“I can’t hear you.” My lips press to his ear and I blow along the skin of his neck.
“You, Jace. It’s you I see. It’s always you.”
I wrap my fingers around his cock, loving the feel of his skin against mine, and stroke him slowly. He jerks forward, moaning softly. “You don’t have to pretend today. I’m right here.”
I don’t know what’s come over me but I really have become one of the men in the video, taking charge and making the first move. Unable to resist the way his body responds to me, I continue driving him crazy with my hand, palming his cock fast. Kicking his feet forward, he reaches for my shirt and I tug him away, not wanting him to see the evidence of what I just did.
I don’t care what anyone else thinks of me, or how they see me, but I’d rather hide my worst sides from him for as long as I can. “You’re so perfect, you know that? From the inside out.”
“Can I touch you too?” he asks.
“This is about making you feel good, not me. You’re the one who needs this right now.” And I need you, I want to say, but I lock the words in my throat, not ready to be so vulnerable and honest. Not ready to put everything out there only to not have the sentiment returned.
“Touching you would make me feel good too.” His face flushes and he pants, thrusting into my hand, chasing everything I’m offering him.
“Next time, okay?”
“Okay.” He doesn’t push me or look back at the TV. We keep our eyes on each other and he grabs onto my face, shoving his tongue in my mouth and lazily dragging it over mine. His desperate sounds vibrate over my tongue and mouth, slipping inside me. Every part of him owns me at this moment. His lips. His pleasure. Especially those fingers tugging at my hair as he shakes from his orgasm.
His mouth stills against mine, warm breath brushing my lips as he presses his head to mine. Laughter spills from him and he kisses me again. This time it’s slow and lazy, his nose gently rolling over mine as his hand falls down to my chest, fingers clinging to the fabric of my shirt. “We shouldn’t have done this.”
“Do you wish we could take it back?” I run my fingers through his hair, slowly releasing his softening cock.
He shakes his head. “No. Not for one second. Do you?”
I trace the seam of his swollen lips with my thumb. “Not for one second. I feel like I was always meant to be pulled to you in this way and I’m tired of fighting it.”
“Does this mean you think I’m cute then?” His eyes crinkle in humor, lips stretching into a grin.
“Yup, and that’s why I went for it.”
We both laugh, laying in bed for a little longer, turning off the movie and kissing some more. As soon as we hear the honking sound from my mom locking her car doors we break apart, and Nate grabs his clothes from the floor, running to our shared bathroom.
“Boys? You home?” My mom shouts from the living room.
I rush past Nate, smiling as he wipes the cum from his stomach, and make my way to my room. Straightening out my clothes, I open my door and stick out my head. “Yeah. We’re in our rooms. Nate’s showering, I think.”
“Have y’all eaten anything?”
“Not yet, why?”
“How about we order some pizza then?” A smile plays on her lips.
“Sounds good to me. I’m sure Nate’s hungry too. Is Dad going to be home soon?”
“Yeah. He said he’s an hour away. “Have y’all changed your minds about joining us at your aunt’s new lake house this weekend, or do y’all still plan to stay home?”
I didn’t know Nate had opted to stay home. Neither of us ever cared for Aunt Tracey and her spoiled-rotten kids, and don’t get me started on her spineless husband. “I still plan to stay here if that’s okay. You know she doesn’t really want me there.”
“And she knows you’re our son and a part of this family as much as the rest of us. Besides, she promised to behave herself, and you boys will be too busy swimming. You’ll barely be inside the house long enough to notice any of us.”
