Page 83 of Cherry Picking
“You liked the last one. Thought maybe we’d try some more.”
His thick, meaty hands dig into his thighs, stroking up and down the toned muscle as he watches me choke on any possible words.
God, I want to fuck him.
And fuck him I do. Fuck him in that tiny scrap of lace, balls bouncing as I pound into him, Griffin’s breathy “ah ah ah” as we try not to be overheard.
Sex is incredible, but it’s folding over him, covering his mouth with mine and swallowing every punched out mewl of ecstasy he can’t contain that does me in.
I’m rough, and it’s quick because I’m pent up. Haven’t gotten off in days, not meaningfully in weeks. I need this orgasm as badly as I need Griffin beneath me every goddamn day.
“Let me have it, baby,” I whisper into his neck as I suck a deep bruise below his ear. “Let me feel how much you missed me.”
The hair trigger Griff can’t seem to shake detonates, and he grabs my face and kisses me like it’ll never happen again. Like it’s never happened before, and he’ll die without it.
He clenches tight around me, and I see the cum dribble down his shaft when I look down, pulsing against the confines of the panties. The sight triggers my own orgasm, and I slam into that pleasure center one more time—making his back bow and his eyes roll—before letting go and filling his ass with cum.
Neither one of us dares move as the high settles, hazel eyes staring into gray, our labored breaths synched, and we come together like sunshine after the rainfall.
I’m the one who stands when Griffin begins to doze off. Who wipes us down and heads quietly to the door to grab a wet rag from the bathroom.
When I swing the door open, standing there with his feet planted, eyes turned down, and a deep red flush going from his ears down his sleep-shirt, is Parker.
Did he hear us?
The way his eyes dart past me to the bed, to the sliver of Griff visible from this angle, and how the scarlet on his cheeks darkens, tells me that’s a resoundingyes.
Traumatizing my little brother wasn’t in my plans this holiday season, but seeing his owl-eyed expression on the other side of the door gives it away.
“I wanted to give you a present,” he says, voice thick and small as his eyes dart from me to the naked—but thankfully beneath the sheets—man in my bed.
He’s got a long tube slung over his shoulder that clatters to the floor as his fingers twitch.
I reach down to pick it up, to say something—an apology, and explanation—but his retreating footsteps hurry down the hall before I even make it upright.
With a sigh, I shut the door and carry the tube to the bed, perching on the end and slowly opening it up. It’s the same cloth material we were working on the other day, only rolled and folded to fit inside.
Instead of unraveling it, I squeeze it in my palms and drop my head to rest on my knuckles.
Fuck.
“You should go talk to him.”
Griff’s presence appears at my back, a warm, steady hand providing support.
“My brother just heard us having sex.”
The soft brush of lips meets my shoulder, followed by a breathy chuckle and fingers wrapping around my torso. “Go talk to him.”
“We’re more of a space and tease them in the morning kind of family.” Though, I know I won’t be teasing Parker about this. I’ll be lucky if I can look him in the eyes for as long as I’m staying here.
“Nope.” Griff gives me a squeeze and hops off the bed, locating a pair of shorts from the floor and throwing them on. “C’mon. We’re gonna make him some hot cocoa and a microwave s’more, and you’re going to face this.”
“Do I have to embarrass us further?”
“Yup. Perks of being an older brother.”
And then he’s out the door like it isn’t almost one in the morning.
