Page 44 of The Wrong Brother

He tilts his head, considering. “Bedroom.”

I nod and go back, moving his easel away from the doorway and clearing a space for it in the corner of the room. I move the armchair I like to read in over, closer to the bookshelf. Rafferty is standing in the doorway, watching me. Last I grab the stool that lives next to my shelves, an old holdover from college that has been home for a plant. The stool is perfect behind his easel and the plant actually gets more light on top of my shelf with its pretty vines trailing down. It’s as if everything is now where it truly belongs.

“There! Now I can read or watch you when you paint.” I leave it there and go to the kitchen, trying not to make any of it a big deal. We’ve whiled the day away and so much has happened between the two of us that it feels like more than one day has passed. I have an idea and I’m getting tingly thinking about it. Rafferty is leaning against the wall, watching me. It’s not even fair how good he looks, all long and lean and unaware of how much he affects me. I can feel his eyes on me wherever I go and their weight is as potent as his touch.

“Will you go out with me? To dinner?”

He nods. His tongue wets his lower lip and I have to remind myself why I want to leave.

“Can we maybe get dressed up a little?”

He nods again. I take him by the hand and lead us to the bedroom. I stand in front of my closet, surveying my options. I pull out a short, ruffled dress with a bodice that resembles a bikini with halter ties. It’s fun and flirty and I’ve never been brave enough to wear it. It’s been hiding in the back of my closet for a couple of years at least. I pull off my tank dress and I hear Rafferty drop onto the mattress, his suitcase forgotten. The way he sees me gives me confidence. I’m naked but not embarrassed. I walk to the dresser, pulling on a pair of sheer, lacy panties. Rafferty is staring, watching me in that way that is uniquely his.

“Aren’t you going to get changed?” I ask him over my shoulder. His green eyes are dark, his lips smirking.

“You expect me to get dressed and miss this?” I walk over to stand in front of him, feeling bold.

“I can help.”

He’s only been wearing shorts, it’s not exactly a difficult task. He humors me and stands up, letting me push his shorts to his feet. Where we are is no accident. I’m a planner. My closet door is mirrored. I’m kneeling in front of him, in nothing but lace panties, and he’s naked in front of me. This is a level of power I’m happy to have. I kiss his abs, working my way lower. I lightly scratch my fingers down his spectacular ass before I wrap my fingers around him using light pressure to tease with my hand and my lips. I run my tongue underneath, from base to tip, before taking him slowly into my mouth, teasing and tasting equally. I love the low sound he makes in the back of his throat before involuntarily cursing as I flutter my tongue along the seam under his thick cock head. Swirling my tongue over the tip and slowly, so very slowly sucking him in causes more noises that make me ache for his touch.

I was going to tease him—get him going a little before going back to dressing—but I find myself wanting to spoil him. We can play later. Rafferty deserves more. He deserves everything. Instead of moving from slow sucking to taking him deeper, I run my mouth underneath to the base, holding his hard cock up and stroking firmly while I move my lips to his balls. A wet kiss gets a little surprised gasp. A slow lick is rewarded with a low groan. I suck him into my mouth and his fingers are in my hair, gripping with a delicious sting.

“Fuuuuuck,” he rasps out.

I hum against him, enjoying his sharp pull on my hair and the warm ache between my legs. I lavish attention on his balls until every suck has him twitching in my hand then lick my way back up his shaft. Taking him back in my mouth makes me moan with pleasure and he pulls gently on my hair until I slide back to meet his eyes.

“You don’t have to—“ he starts but I cut him off.

“Don’t you take this from me, Rafferty Simms. I’ve been wanting to engage in a little cock worship and I’ve never seen a more deserving one. You’re going to let me enjoy every single inch of you until you cum, do you hear me?”

The corner of his mouth twists in a little half smile and I quickly make him lose it. I take my time, loving the feel of him in my mouth and the way I’m making him feel in equal measure. That sharp grip in my hair is back and when he particularly likes something, he unintentionally yanks, making me moan. My slow tasting and exploration have taken a back seat as his need takes over. He’s pulling my hair tight at the scalp and fucking my mouth with deep, hard thrusts. My eyes water and I relax my jaw even more. He’s muttering fuck, barely audible, as he begins to tense with every thrust until he growls and hot jets of cum hit the back of my throat. He’s straining into me and I slowly slide back, stroking him with the flat of my tongue until his fingers relax in my hair.

He drops down to his knees and kisses me deeply. His hands are back in my hair but he’s gentle now, massaging my scalp. One hand slides down my body, squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple before sliding into my panties. His finger strokes while his tongue does the same and I tremble under his touch.

“Fuck, Cat,” he murmurs between kisses. “That was…you’re incredible.” His fingertip is teasing where I’m already tender and this wasn’t my intention. If I let him, Rafferty will always make things about me. “Will you lie back and let me taste you?”

I shake my head no and stand up, turning back to my closet. Rafferty groans and catches my eye in the mirror. I shrug a shoulder, watching his eyes move from my ass to the reflection of my breasts.

“It can wait. I like delayed gratification.” I slip my dress on, still facing the mirror. “Can you tie me?”

Climbing to his feet he comes up behind me, standing close. He runs his fingers along the cups of my dress, pinching my nipples before tracing the ties with his hands and securing them behind my neck. He nips at my ear, smiling at my reflection.

“I like waiting too, Cat.” His voice caresses me, making me shiver with anticipation.

Tonight is going to be fun.

27

rafferty

Never in any of my many, many Catherine-fueled fantasies over the years did I imagine her to have this secret, naughty side. It is really fucking hot. It’s going to be a serious challenge to get through dinner with the picture of her kneeling in front of me in those lace panties burned into my brain. I’m up for it though. In more ways than one.

I try to match her vibe, pulling on nicer shorts and a short-sleeve button-down shirt. She runs her fingers through my hair, straightening it but I know her game now. She’s merely using it as an excuse to press up against me. During the drive over to Chinatown, she keeps it up with light touches and heated glances. We park and I “accidentally” brush against her breasts and very purposefully squeeze her ass.

We get our drinks, order, and talk comfortably, but the air is charged. Catherine crosses her legs and runs her foot along mine. I put my arm around the back of her chair and the moment she reaches out for her glass I slide my fingertips over the swell of her breast, underneath her arm. She bites her lip and takes a drink. I barely know what we’re talking about. I don’t care one bit about what we’re going to eat. Our food gets delivered and Catherine excuses herself. I watch her walk away, a glutton for punishment. I’m aching and there’s no way I can adjust myself without it being obvious. When she comes back from the bathroom she drops something into my lap as she sits—her panties. I bunch them into the palm of my hand, lock eyes with her, and bring my hand to my face to breathe in her scent. The panties go into my pocket and I dig into my dinner, watching her with every bite.

Catherine uncrosses her legs and tips a knee into the side of mine. I take another bite and look to my left, out into the restaurant. We’re at a corner table, no one is behind us. Someone could see, from the right angle I suppose, but that’s part of the thrill. I set my fork down and pick up my drink in my left hand while my right slides up the inside of her thigh. A little touch, a dip inside, and a swipe up. Ok, two. Two quick dips and swipes. Well, not that quick. There might have been some slow exploration in there as well. Catherine trembles and I slide my hand back out, bringing my middle finger to my mouth and sucking it clean while she watches.

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