Page 53 of The Wrong Brother

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful, Cat.” He grips my hips and guides us backward, toward the bed. He’s turning, I can only assume to have me lie down, when his foot connects with something and there’s a loud buzzing racket. He stumbles, apologizing, and my face heats up to burning levels because I know what the noise is and there’s no way I can get to it before he does. Sure enough, he pulls the box out and one of my vibrators is rattling around inside. I bite my lip, a crazed giggle threatening to break free, and he turns it off before looking at me. His raised eyebrow and downright hungry expression only add to the heat I’m feeling.

“Oh, Kitty Cat,” he rasps in that tone his voice gets in times like these, a tone that immediately makes my body react with want and need. “Why haven’t we played with these yet?” I can’t decide whether I’m more embarrassed or turned on. He sits the box on the bed and rifles through it, pulling out a large, vibrating dildo. He slides the robe off of me, hanging it carefully over the bench at the end of my bed, and hands me the dildo. “I want you to lie back on the bed and show me how you get yourself off.” His tongue glides over his lower lip and I feel it, as if his mouth is on me. He moves to sit across from me, in my armchair.

“Only if you do the same.” I lift an eyebrow in a challenge and his smile is somehow filthier.

“You’re on.”

I climb onto my bed and relax back into the pillows, watching him undress. He sprawls back into my chair, limbs loose and cock rigid. I sit up long enough to squirt a little lube on my big friend and move the box to the floor. I don’t need it obstructing my view. There’s something incredibly erotic about sliding my fingers between lips and spreading that natural lubricant while he watches, his hand fisted around the base of his cock. I tease myself for a bit, swiping gently and breathing deeply, Rafferty’s eyes heavy on me. I watch a bead of precum grow on his tip and he slides his thumb over it and drags it down his shaft, stroking slowly. I turn the vibrations on the lowest setting and slide the dildo up and down my pussy, lingering over my clit, taking in the way Rafferty twists his hand over the tip with every upward stroke. I’ll be adding that to my repertoire.

His twisting strokes speed up ever so slightly as I guide the dildo down and take it inside of me. My knees drop wide and I press my heels together, loving the way he squeezes more at the sight.

“Tell me what you’re feeling.”

I feel inexplicably shy, but I don’t want to be the reason this stops and with Rafferty I can be more. “Mmm,” I hum out. “The vibrations feel so good. It makes me think of how it feels to have you inside of me, stroking deep and hard.” His eyelids flutter closed for a moment and I feel powerful.

It’s not going to be enough like this, slow and gentle, but I refuse to let that make me feel shy. I start stroking the dildo in faster and harder, arching up into the sensations. Rafferty wraps two hands around his cock in a motion that massages his balls before each upward-pulling stroke. I’m filing that one away too. His movements speed up in time with mine, which only turns me on more and makes me need to go faster and harder. I’m no longer sliding the dildo out but keeping it in deep, the strokes short and quick. I can feel what I can only describe as pinpoints of electricity, gathering inside, leading me closer to the edge like guide lights along a footpath. Eyes closed I chase that feeling, the pinpoints spreading with every hard impact of the vibrating tip.

I open my eyes as the weight on the mattress shifts and Rafferty settles next to me. He keeps his hands to himself, letting me see what he does when he’s alone, but now his voice is in my ear.

“I want to see you fuck yourself until you cum, Kitty Cat.” I moan, hips lifting up off the mattress, as his voice caresses me. “Don’t stop. I’m stroking and squeezing my cock, wishing it was you. Are you imagining it’s me, ramming into you mercilessly?” I nod, biting my lip as the pinpoints grow to a wave, pushing me toward the edge. “Harder, Cat. Just like I would.”

My voice is high and breathy, calling out over and over that I’m going to cum while I watch Rafferty’s hands squeezing and twisting and stroking his cock, matching the rhythm of my dildo. I push the vibrating tip deep and hard, holding it in place as my body tenses and arches around the waves, straining until I pass the edge and the ground drops out from beneath me. I cry out, voice loud and ragged, eyes on Rafferty. I’m still riding the pulses of pleasure as his hips drive his cock into his hands and he jerks, roaring out, jets of cum hitting his chest and stomach.

I barely manage to flip the switch on the dildo, turning it off before dropping my hand and letting it slide out of my body. Rafferty slides his hand over mine, weaving our fingers, and I can’t help but sigh in contentment.

“That was so fucking sexy, Cat,” he murmurs in my ear. “As soon as I’m able to move, I’m going to rinse off in the shower, and then I want to lie here and kiss you until we have to stop to eat or we fall asleep. Whichever comes first.”

I’m pretty sure I make some sort of sound in agreement. Maybe. It’s hard to tell. I guess I’ll know for sure when he comes back. Hopefully, I’ll have floated back into my body by then.

33

rafferty

The party weekend, D-Day as I’ve been thinking of it, is right around the corner, looming like some anxiety-inducing specter. I don’t know if I should be counting down the days, ready for it to be over so we can move on to real life, as a couple, or if I should be dreading it because it means the end. At the very least, I don’t want my dread to sour the days leading up to the party or add to Catherine’s stress. I’m avoiding thinking about it, delaying my mental breakdown for later, when it’s more convenient. I’m sure my therapist would love that.

It’s mid-day and I’m killing time, trying to decide where I’ll go to get out of the sun and heat for a little while before all of my back-to-back afternoon clients. I hate shopping but anywhere in the Ala Moana Mall is air conditioned and that is sounding pretty appealing right now. My phone buzzes in my pocket, vibrating against my thigh.

The Bro:Meet me for lunch?

The Bro:I was thinking Highway Inn

Me:I’m around the corner, see you in 10?

The Bro:see you in 10

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen my brother during the day on weekdays. I know he’s been working from home to stay with Mina while she’s recovering, but when Catherine went over there to give him a break he hadn’t left her side, even to shower, in days. That makes the restaurant choice make sense though—it’s across the street from their apartment complexes.

Griffin is already waiting when I walk up. Dark circles under his eyes, uncharacteristic stubble, and a general air of exhaustion indicate the kind of week he has had. When we touch foreheads in greeting I can tell he’s recently showered, so that’s something.

We’re seated quickly and order without preamble, not talking until the waitress leaves. I don’t even get the question asked before Griffin is explaining himself.

“Auntie breezed in and shoved me out the door. She said I was to take a break, eat some lunch, and not come back until she is able to smother her daughter with attention and wash the laundry.” He shakes his head, drinking some ice water. “I don’t know why she thinks the laundry needs to be done. I was on top of it. Everything is taken care of.” He looks frustrated.

“I don’t think it’s a reflection on how well she thinks you’re taking care of Mina. Auntie deals with stress like you do—by being busy. She’s probably already realized you’ve taken care of the laundry and the cleaning and the meals,” I exaggerate every item on the list, finally getting him to smile the tiniest bit, “and now she’s over there driving Mina crazy by putting all of that energy into her.”

He smirks. “She’s going to hate that.”

“Yeah, she is. Mina, having to admit weakness, being forced to let other people take care of her? She might as well be in hell.” That makes him smile but then his expression turns inward.

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