Page 45 of The Wrong Brother

“I think I’m done eating,” Catherine whispers.

“Doesn’t look like it to me,” I grin. I take another slow bite from my plate. She leans forward, putting a hand in my lap while reaching to take a bite from my plate. She rubs her hand over my cock with delicious pressure and I groan around my fork.

“This is good,” she winks.

Finishing our meals is sweet torture, every bite accompanied by covert, teasing strokes. I finally push my now empty plate away and she does the same, her eyes never leaving mine. Our waitress walks up and Catherine hands her a card. “My treat,” she tells me, “but I know you’ll be paying me back.”

My cock tells me signing the receipt takes an eternity but my watch says we’re leaving four minutes after Catherine handed over her card. Why isn’t teleportation a thing? I turn and press her into the side of the brick building with my body, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. With my face close to hers, tickling her delicate skin with my beard, I slide a hand under her dress, squeezing her bare ass before moving it between us and teasing her clit.

“I want to push up into you right here, just outside the streetlight. I want to kiss you until you’re all I can taste, all I can breathe in.” Her blue eyes are wide and she gasps as my fingers continue to tease. “I want you to have marks from the bricks on your skin that I can kiss better later.” I lick a light trail up her neck. “But that’s not how this game is played.”

I take her hand and calmly walk back to the car. Ok, I’m faking the calm, but she doesn’t need to know that. Her breathing is shaky and her hand trembles in mine. We don’t talk on the short drive back. So much of my body’s energy and blood supply is in my crotch right now I don’t think I could form a coherent sentence. We step out of the elevator on her floor and Catherine walks backward, in front of me, unbuttoning my shirt as we go. I unlock the door, clumsily, and we continue inside. She strips off my shirt and shorts and I narrowly avoid tripping and crushing her. The lights are all off inside and the city lights are glimmering outside the big windows. I grin, feeling wicked. Oh, I know exactly how this is going to play out. I stalk towards her, backing her into the window before I untie her halter, letting her dress fall, and exposing her perfect breasts. I nuzzle her nipples, tickling and sucking until she moans, dropping her head back against the window.

“Are we still playing, Cat?”

“Yes?” She barely whispers and it sounds like a question.

“We are?”

“Yes,” she answers more firmly.

“Good answer.” I let her dress slide the rest of the way down, soaking up the sight of her incredible naked form, backlit by the Honolulu lights. “Do you trust me?”

She nods, her skin flushed. I kneel in front of her, sliding my palms underneath her and up, flat against the window until she’s using my biceps as a seat. I lick up her folds, her spicy-sweet taste making my dick twitch. I stick with teasing her: soft flicking on her clit, tiny nips along her lips, slow laps from back to front. She rolls her hips into me, gripping my hair in her hands. I don’t want fatigue to speed this up so I drop one arm, using it to loop her leg over my shoulder, then do the same with the other. Once I have her sitting comfortably, I stand up. She grips my hair tighter and it feels amazing. Now I have her ass in my hands and a better angle for all my tasting. I want her to build slowly, a little torturous, but in the best way, drawing it out for both of us. Once she’s writhing against me, I introduce the things I know drive her crazy: tapping, sucking, and circling pressure with my finger. I hum against her, adding a layer of vibrations and letting my beard scratch against her sensitive skin. She moans and I flick my gaze up, my eyes widening. Her head is tipped back, waves cascading down her back and over her shoulders. Her long, delicate fingers are spread out, kneading her breasts.

“Fuck, Cat, don’t stop doing that.”

She drops her chin to look at me, biting her lip. “Youdon’t stop.” I have no intention of stopping. She keeps squeezing and rolling against me and I suck her back into my mouth, fluttering my tongue against her. I’m almost disappointed when her back arches and she shudders, throwing her arms out to brace against the window. I wasn’t ready to be done. Still, I keep lapping at her as she sighs through the aftershocks. I slide her back down my body and she locks her legs around my waist before I can set her on the ground.

“We’re not finished.” She rubs herself against me and her wet pussy on my cock is almost too much for me to take. I push up into her slowly, not wanting to rush the feel of her stretching around me.

“Shit,” I gasp out. “That was hours of foreplay and I can still taste you. I’m not going to last long.”

“Thank fuck, I’m still tender from this afternoon and you feel too good to drag this out.” She stills, tightening against me. “This not moving is doing things to me, Raff. I don’t know if I can take it. Please? Fast. Hard. Now.”

I press her into the window, thrusting deep and hard. We’re kissing sloppily with tongues and teeth. Her nails are scratching down my back and squeezing my ass. I’m driving into her, my climax hurtling through me at warp speed. I can feel her tightening around me, squeezing me with every thrust. She’s panting and grinding into me while moaning out something about not being able to take cumming again. Even with that, she can’t seem to stop herself, her inner muscles tightening around me and pulsing as she holds me tight, biting around my collarbone. I groan, the squeezing and pulsing enough to make me let go in ecstasy. Once I feel I can safely move again, I check behind me, take a step sideways, and collapse into a chair. Catherine is burrowing into my neck, leaving little wet kisses wherever her hot breath touches. I want to stay like this forever. I lean back, exhaling.

“There’s an ass print on your window.” She giggles, checking it out over her shoulder.

“That was…” she sighs. “Wow.” She rests against me, nose to nose. I tip up to press my mouth to hers. I can’t get enough of her taste, the softness of her lips, the way she responds to me. “You’re not trying for another round already, are you? You’re still inside me.”

“No, no. You wore me out. But I could kiss you forever and still want more.”

“Mmmm,” she hums against my lips, “that sounds nice.”Could she mean that?

We kiss for a while longer, lips connecting as I run my hands through her soft hair, up her sexy curves, down the planes of her back. I still feel like I need to pinch myself having Catherine Brookner in my lap.

“We’ll need to get up eventually and then there will be a mess.”

She shrugs her shoulders. “That’s the price of being spontaneous. There’s an easy solution though, shower friend.” She says it playfully, her words accompanied by a smile, but a sharp slice of doubt cuts into me. She made a point to mention being shower friends before our first time and now again. Every time something pushes us closer, Catherine brings up the type of friends we are. Is that intentional? Fuck. I want to trust that this is more but maybe she’s reminding me to maintain that boundary. Maybe I’m really and truly falling for her and she’s politely signaling that we’ll only ever be friends.

28

catherine

We’re clean and dry and snuggled up in my bed. I asked Rafferty not to go and he stayed. There’s something so natural and right about sliding into bed next to him and resting my head on his chest. He’s always touching me in some small, sweet way. Like right now, he’s holding the hand of my right arm that’s stretched across his chest and running his other hand up and down my back. He makes me feel special and desired. I notice, although I don’t let myself think about it too long, that the tattoo on the inside of his left bicep lays over his heart when we’re like this. I want to ask him if that’s intentional, but I don’t want to ruin anything by adding unnecessary pressure. This is more than enough for now. He kisses the top of my head and I snuggle in closer.

“I’m not sure how to talk about this without implying something negative about you that I don’t mean but…you are not how I expected you to be, Cat. At all.”

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