Page 51 of The Older Brother
“You like it, don’t you?”
I nod. I know he said I need to go slow, but he also promised he’d take me there tonight. It’s close to sunrise, and I want him to have me everywhere before I leave this room today.
He dips another finger inside, sliding both in and out slowly, stretching me. I arch my back to lift my ass higher, eventually crawling up to my knees while my forehead rests on the mattress. Rowan shifts in the bed, getting on his knees and moving to the space behind me and guiding my hips back until I feel his hard cock press against my ass. He pushes his fingers in again, deeper this time, and I begin to crave feeling him in my pussy too.
“You sure you want this?” he asks, working me with his hand, coating his fingers with my wetness and priming me for more.
I nod my head against the bed and moan out, “Yes.”
“I’ll be slow, easy,” he says, drawing his fingers out of me then replacing the fullness with the tip of his cock. The pressure is soft but wider . . . different, and I gasp in anticipation.
“Tell me if I need to stop,” he says, pushing into me slowly.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my mouth wide open against the bed, my breath gone. At first the feel of him hurts, the stretch more than I expected. But he rocks in and out slowly, entering me only a few inches at a time as he gets my body used to his width.
“Is this good?” His caution and care are sweet, but I’m craving the other side of him, and I want to rush to the place where he’s no longer being so careful with me. I back into him to force him in deeper, and it hurts, but only for a moment.
“Oh, you want this,” he says, his voice lower and gruff. The sound boils inside of me and makes my belly tighten with anticipation.
“Uh huh,” I cry, my teeth biting the sheet as I rock back into him again, taking all of him.
Rowan’s hands fly to my hips, and he holds me in place, forcing me to take the stretch before he begins to move again.
“Breathe through it, Baby. Be patient,” he says, flattening one hand on the small of my back as he leans into me and reaches his other hand around to my front.
He glides his fingers between my legs, teasing my pussy while filling me from behind.
“You are so wet, Saylor,” he hums behind me. I feel his cool lips press against my back as he coats his fingers with me, then sinks two of them inside.
“Gah!” I groan into the bed, the fullness so satisfying. He doesn’t thrust behind me for several seconds, instead fucking me with his hand and bringing me near orgasm. Eventually, he pulls out of me slowly, and my ass aches from the stretch and loss of him inside of me. I hear the slickness of his hand wrappedaround himself as he coats himself with my arousal and his saliva, then he glides his cock back inside, this time rocking in and out at a slow pace that doesn’t hurt but rather teases.
His hands grip my hips again, and he begins to pull me back into him as his thrusts grow harder.
“Touch yourself,” he commands.
I do, my body flat on the bed except for my ass that is arched up into him, his cock pounding into it while my fingers run up and down the swollen folds between my legs. I begin to circle my pussy and moan as I chase the sensation building in my core. The scream that leaves my mouth surprises me, it’s animalistic, nothing reserved about it. It’s proud, like an announcement that I am a sexual being ready to be satisfied. I am taking what I want. I come hard, and Rowan fills me from behind, the warmth a new sensation in a new place. When he finally pulls out of me, he tucks himself beside me and pulls my body into him, holding me close while he tickles my body with gentle strokes as I catch my breath.
“I liked that,” I say after a few quiet minutes.
His low chuckle is followed by his mouth on my shoulder. He bites me softly then kisses my skin.
“I know you did,” he says. “Now come with me. I’m going to bathe you.”
He sits up and drops his feet to the floor before lifting me in his arms and carrying me to the shower. The hot water soothes my aching muscles, and Rowan takes his time lathering my body with burnt amber body wash that smells like him. He leaves me to get dressed while I finish washing my hair.
“What’s on your agenda today?” I ask once I turn the shower stream off. I pull the towel from the hook right outside the shower door and wrap my wet hair in it just as Rowan steps back into the bathroom carrying a pair of cotton gym shorts and one of his old T-shirts.
“Thanks,” I say, my voice gravelly from the lack of sleep.
Rowan shuts the bathroom door and leans his back on it as he drops his hands in the pockets of his jeans. His head falls slightly to one side, a wet tendril of hair falling over his brow as he smirks.
“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” His gaze roams down my body but comes back to my eyes after a few seconds, and the longer he stares into my eyes, the more my body wants to squirm from the attention.
“I don’t know about that, but I’m glad you think so,” I say through a nervous laugh.
“Uh uh,” he says, stepping away from the wall and taking my hand as I finish pulling his shirt down my body. He turns my wrist over to press his mouth against the inside as his gaze flits up to me.
“You’re simply, easily, and naturally beautiful.” His eyes hold mine hostage for a long breath, and my chest shakes with my intake of air.
