Page 63 of Gemini
He lifted my legs and pressed his hips into me, his cock rubbing against my wet pussy. “How about this? Does this feel good? If I slide in just a little, baby…oh, f-fuck.” He pressed his cock into me and slid in a few inches, stretching me out just at the surface. “Yeah, that feels real good, right?” He slid a little deeper as if unable to help himself. My hands pushed at his chest, but a voice inside me begged for him to go deeper. “I bet it does…I bet it feels amazing. And if I go slow…like this.” He groaned as he slid further inside me, and I whimpered in response. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Like that.” He slipped out of me then back in. “You got it, baby, you can take it.”
It hurt a little and I realized it was because he was large and I hadn’t taken someone his size in…hell, I couldn’t remember when. But even through the bits of pain, the pleasure was excruciating, my body tightening with every pump of his hips.
“You feel so fucking good.” His pace quickened a little, his body shaking, arms now on either side of my head, his weight sinking down as he stretched me until he no longer could, his breathy moans growing louder as his cock filled me completely and he pumped harder. “Oh god, you feel incredible.”
He slipped out of me then pulled me up until he had me on his lap, facing him. “I wanna see you riding me.” His fist was in my hair, his other hand gripping my ass. “Put me back in—fuckme, that’s it. Now look at me.” I caught his eyes. “Come on, baby, you can do it. Move for me.”
I was never one to be shy or naive in these situations, but Leslie made me feel like a damn virgin. My face flushed, my throat went dry as my nails dug into his shoulders. I slid along his cock, uncertain at first until I found my pace and quickened it.
“That’s my girl.” I could see him grinning. He slapped my ass, making me flinch. “Yeah, that’s my good girl.”
I rode him and it hurt, but in a good way, a way that made my body tighten more, the heat coiling between my legs. I could feel how wet I was, dripping and sliding off his cock. I could hardly see his face but I could hear his shuddering breaths and groans, his hand gripping my ass, directing me to go faster as if he couldn’t take much more.
“That’s a good girl,” he kept repeating with each moan. “That’s a good girl. Right there. Fuck me…Fuck me. Yes…Yes. Make me come. You’re going to make me come. Fuck…fuck!” He tensed under me, his body shuddering and I felt his cock throbbing hard as he spilled inside me. The feeling made me gasp as another little orgasm slipped out of me, a wave hitting me in the dark, making me throw my head back.
Leslie’s arms slipped around me as he held me tight, his face in my chest to stifle his shout. I fell onto my back as he moved on top of me, almost crushing me with his weight, his face buried in my neck.
“Yes...yes…Lena,” he spoke between breaths as he clung to me. “Lena, baby, I—”
I laid there, too stunned to say anything. Uncertain if I had heard those words out of his mouth or if it had just been my imagination.
I love you.
His hand drifted to my throat, but didn’t squeeze, it engulfed me as if holding me. He remained on top of me, breathing hard, his face on my shoulder as if he were afraid to move. When he eventually lifted himself up and our eyes met, the look he gave me told me it hadn’t been my imagination.
In a way, a part of me knew, but hadn’t believed his feelings could be that strong. I thought it was just a mild crush, an infatuation. But now I knew better.
Before I could even think of something to say, Leslie released my throat then rolled to his side, taking me with him as he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me to him. His hand drifted down my back, in a slow, loving movement. We listened to the rain pelting against the roof of the van, his face close to mine.
“Baby, you were so good,” he whispered in my ear, his hand sliding up my back to entwine in my hair.
Tears stung my eyes. I wanted to say something back, but I was scared this wasn’t real. That he was somehow tricking me.
His breathing seemed to slow and, for a brief moment, I thought he’d actually fallen asleep. I didn’t move, afraid to break this moment, wanting to believe he meant every word.
The achy heat from my orgasm began to turn into a dull throb between my legs. As my pulse slowed, I started to come down from the shock of what just happened, and a slow creeping guilt began to settle in.
I started to pull away. Lez held me as if he really didn’t want to let go.
“Leslie…”
He sighed and let me go. I slid back, feeling how wet I was and somehow that made me feel more guilty.
I had plenty of friends who slept around, and I had my share of one-night stands. But it wasn’t my style to play games. And yet I’d done just that. I’d chosen to go with Leslie, to let myself beselfish and give in to his touch when I knew Dom would gladly give me any attention I could want. But I had to have a taste of the bad twin. After everything, I couldn’t stay away.
Leslie, however, was practically glowing for fuck’s sake. Did he not care for his twin’s feelings at all?
I grabbed my clothes and started to put them back on when Leslie reached out.
“Hey, relax a little. Lie with me for a moment, won’t you?”
“We should probably get back, don’t you think?”
I tried not to notice the disappointment in his eyes. “This doesn’t have to be a smash and go. The movie is still going, and the rain sounds like it’s starting to stop—”
“Shouldn’t we find out what’s up with your brother?”
He frowned as if confused. Before he could open his mouth, his cellphone went off in the pocket of his jeans. Grabbing it, he looked at the screen, then glanced at me, smirking. “Speak of the devil.”
