Page 62 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
Nora and those thick, pale thighs straddling me, my cock buried inside her. Her hands on my chest, holding me down as she rides me, as she takes what she wants from me.
“No, please,” I beg, my voice a whisper as my balls draw tight and I approach that ledge. “I’m going to come.” My voice is strained even to my own ears and I hate it. Hate how badly I want to come right now.
How I wish I could come insideherand not my fucking hand.
My entire body tenses as my mind latches onto that image—of my cock buried in her as I squirm beneath her hold, not wanting to give in, but wanting to give her everything I have.
“Come for me,”she whispers in my mind, rocking herself against my aching cock.
“Give me all your cum, Daddy.”
I cry out as my orgasm hits me out of nowhere, hard and fast. My toes curl and my shoulders hunch and that heady euphoria strikes.
And then the shame hits like a brick.
I tear my hand from my pulsing cock, nearly jumping straight up, and I rush to the bathroom, if only to clean myself up. Part of me is worried I’ll run into Tommy since he’s home, and panic laces me. I’m not known to waltz around this place naked or anything, so that in itself would be concerning, but I don’t have time to focus on that right now.
I wash my hands, letting the shame and guilt course through me.
What have I done?
I wash my hands and get a damp cloth to clean my cock before I head back to the bedroom to dress myself in clean clothes, and then I see the lit up screen on my phone. Someone is calling me. I carefully approach it, worried that somehow she knows what I did. Even though I know there’s no possible way…
Except when I look at the screen, I see it’s Rush calling, and I quickly answer.
My brother needs a ride from the club. And I need a distraction.
With my phone in my hand, I tap back into my thread with Nora and I delete the photo and the video without a second thought.
There. I did it.
Except, I know it doesn’t negate what I did, and likely I’ll never be able to forget those pieces of Nora. They’ll be burned into my brain for all eternity. I shove them away, deep down into the pit of despair within me.
I dress and head out to my Lexus, my lead foot getting me to my destination in less than ten minutes despite the fact that I told him I’d be there in ten. When he gets in the car, I can tell something’s wrong, but I don’t press him. If Rush wants to talk, he’ll talk. It’s bestnotto push him, even though I’m dying to talk about anything to avoid thinking about what I did.
But Rush says nothing. And so, I say nothing. All I can do is focus on the road and the festering ache in my chest.
14
TOMMY
“You okay?”Zack asks as he pulls on one sock, sitting on the bench next to me.
I run a hand through my damp hair, smoothing it out. “Yeah, of course,” I say, but even I don’t believe me. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Zack glances up at me from where he sits, his eyebrows raised. “I don’t know, Tommy Boy, you seemed a little…distracted earlier. You missed two of my passes.”
I sigh, shaking my head. “You overshot and now you’re blaming me?”
“Well…yeah. Younevermiss my passes. You’re always tuned in to what’s going on around you. But tonight you were like…tuned the fuck out.”
I sigh, knowing it’s no use arguing with him when he gets like this. I take a seat next to him.
“Dude, why do you look so grim? You know you can tell me anything,” Zack says, and I hear the acceptance in his voice. I do know I can talk to him about anything. Not only is he myteammate, but he’s my best friend. And if there’s anyone in the world who knows me best, it’s him and Chloe.
And if there’s anyone I canconfidein, who I know my secrets are safe with…it’s Zack.
“You know Nora?” I venture carefully.
