Page 66 of Love Thy Brother
It shouldn’t have surprised me that his cock was as gorgeous as him, and it didn’t any more than the fact he apparently had inkeverywhere.
Whatever. I reached between us and wrapped a hand around both of us, grip tight and sure, jolting at the resulting shockwave.
Rubi planted a hand over my head. “Holy fuckingfuck.”
He bucked into my grasp, taking me along for the ride. I grit my teeth, fighting for composure, but it was a lost cause. So many false starts and broken dreams. So many uncertainties, but never about this. We couldn’t remember our first time, but maybe we didn’t need to.
Maybe all our second times would be better.
Rubi thrust down, claiming the rhythm I’d started, amplifying it with every rough drive. Sweat built on his inked skin. On mine. His breath became ragged. My pulse exploded.
“Riv. Fuck.” He drove harder, commanding every action, his heavy weight consuming me. “Goddamn, I’m gonna blow my fucking balls off.”
Me too, boo. Me too.I clutched at his shoulder, my hand gripping tighter and tighter to his cock and mine, my hips rising as his descended. He let loose another deep, pleasured groan, and it tipped me over the edge.
“Shit.” Muscles ablaze, my back arched. Head pounding as every drop of blood rushed south and perfect pressure swelled inside me. “I’m—”
I came, making a royal mess of myself, but I was too obliterated to care. Tooobsessedwith watching Rubi fall apart.
His gravelled curse.
The final, violent drive of his hips.
The hottest come face I’d ever fucking seen.
Fucking... just fuck. He was almost regal as his come joined mine on my hand and my shaking abs. I was a trembling mess, but there was an elegance to every jerk that rattled his body. A charm that only this dickhead possessed.
I love him.
My blistering climax faded. Physicality eased off, leaving me with my noisy brain and overflowing heart. Over the last few weeks, I’d misplaced the lid I kept clamped down on it, and every thought and feeling I’d always feared simmered at the top.
But in this moment, none of that mattered. He’d promised he wouldn’t leave and, idiot for him that I’d always been, I believed him.
Rubi kissed my forehead, both cheeks, and my lips. “Okay? All right? We’re okay?”
I blinked at his sudden anxiety. Reached for him the same moment he reached for me. We came together in a messy hug and I held him tight, feeling his hearthammeragainst my chest. “We’re okay. Fuck, we just survived nuclear orgasms.”
Rubi laughed, shaky and breathless, pulling back with a tentative grin. “Speak for yourself. I feel like I had a fucking heart attack.”
He lifted his bulk from me and climbed off the couch, disappearing into the kitchen, but he was back before the instant panic in my gut became anything that mattered.
Grinning, he tossed his clean, damp boxers at me.
I sat up, caught them, and wiped myself off. “I’m not washing them again.”
“Fine by me.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“I prefer perverted.” Rubi scooped up some stray clothes from the floor. “When’s Ozzie coming back?”
“Tomorrow. And I dare you call him that to his face.”
Rubi’s grin widened a touch. “You know I never flounce a dare.”
“That why you have hieroglyphics on your dick?”
“It’s a rune.”
