Between Brothers

by Lauren Gallagher

  He groaned softly and nodded.

  “How do you want my pussy, Eric?” I whispered, letting the head of his cock just barely press into my pussy. “Slow and gentle? Hard and fast?”

  He moaned, then took a breath, but each time he tried to speak, I moved just enough to make him lose his concentration. Finally he grabbed my hips and growled, “I want to fuck you hard and fast, until you scream.”

  I snatched his wrists, first one, then the other, and pinned them to the bed beside his head. “Hard and fast?” I asked with a grin.

  His eyes flicked towards my hands on his wrists, then back to my eyes. Though he was easily stronger than me, he didn’t fight. Even if it was killing him, he was playing by the rules,.

  I took just the head of his cock inside me. He groaned with both pleasure and frustration. Leaning forward, I swiveled my hips and whispered in his ear, “Tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me,” he said. His brow furrowed and his lips parted. In my hands, his arms trembled. “Please, fuck me.”

  I rose off of him, then took just a little bit more of him into my pussy, moving as slowly as I could. “Tell me more.”

  He exhaled, lifting his hips to try to fuck me deeper, but I moved out of his reach. He groaned with frustration. “Fuck me hard and fast, baby.” He licked his lips and closed his eyes. “Oh my fucking God I want you now.”

  I took him a little deeper, then rose.

  He licked his lips again. “Fuck, I want—” But he stopped abruptly as I suddenly took all of him into my pussy in one quick stroke. His eyes flew open and he gasped. “Jesus Christ…”

  A moan threatened to escape my own lips, but I forced myself to stay in control in spite of the overwhelming desire—need—to fuck him as hard and fast as humanly possible. I rose slowly, as slowly as I could, then came back down. He shivered beneath me and moaned as my pussy yielded to his thick cock. I was barely in control, but he was long past that point.

  The muscles in his wrists twitched within my grasp as he clenched his fists. “You’re such a tease,” he groaned.

  “Am I?”

  “Yes, you are.” He looked at me as I rose off of him again. Through his teeth, he said, “I could easily—” I silenced him by taking him all the way inside me in another quick stroke. He released a helpless moan.

  Smirking, I said, “You could easily what?”

  He took a breath. “Throw you on your back and fuck the hell out of you.”

  That suggestion was oh so tempting, but I wasn’t giving this up yet. I loved the way he was begging, the way he was losing his mind. “You could,” I said, raising myself off of him with another long, slow motion of my hips. “But you won’t.”

  He met my eyes and I know he heard the challenge in my voice, but he didn’t struggle. I quickened my pace just slightly. His back arched and he exhaled as my pussy enveloped him inch by agonizing inch. His entire body was trembling.

  Leaning forward and flicking my tongue across his

  earlobe, I laughed softly as he took a sharp breath. I was almost all the way off of his cock as I whispered, “Why are you shaking, Eric?”

  He swallowed. “Because you’re driving me—” His words disintegrated into a moan as I took him all the way inside me again.

  I started to rise off of him. “I’m driving you, what?”

  “Fucking…” He took a shallow breath, licked his lips. “Insane.”

  “Good,” I said. “Then I have you right where I want you.”

  He looked into my eyes, scrunching his brow as if trying to comprehend what I’d said, but a moment later he closed his eyes and exhaled. His hips lifted off the bed to meet mine, but I adjusted my movements each time so that I was still in complete control of how deep and how fast we fucked. His breath came in short, shallow gasps now.

  “Faster,” he begged, his voice barely a whisper. “Oh Jesus, faster.”

  But I didn’t fuck him faster. I kept my slow, steady pace, taking his cock into my pussy inch by agonizing inch as he lost his mind beneath me.

  “Oh God,” he groaned. “Oh fuck…” He drew in a ragged breath. “Faster, baby, oh fuck…”

  But still, I didn’t. His entire body trembled, the cords in his neck taut and his eyes closed as he surrendered to me with each slow stroke.

  “Oh…my…God…” he growled. His breath caught. His eyes flew open and looked into mine, his brow furrowing as his lips parted. He was on the edge, right on the brink, but still it kept building, and still I kept moving slowly, so slowly as he released a throaty, helpless moan. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come…”

  That’s when I gave him everything I had, abandoning my slow pace and fucking him as hard and fast as I possibly could, and a second later, his back arched. He cried out, thrusting his hips upward and driving his cock deep inside me. I kept riding him as he roared and shook and cursed beneath me, kept fucking him until he wrenched his wrists free and grabbed my hips, forcing me to stop.

  He lay still for a moment, holding my hips tight as he

  struggled to breathe. I squeezed him with my pussy and he gasped, then moaned softly.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, licking his lips. “That was…” He looked at me, at his own hands on my hips, at the ceiling, at me again, and took in a long breath. “Holy hell…” Sliding his hands up my back, he pulled me down to him and kissed me. “You are a wicked, wicked woman.”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  He laughed. “Not at all.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “But rest assured, I am going to get even with you.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  “It’s a promise.”

  Twenty Six

  I walked into the break room with my empty coffee cup, and didn’t bother dropping my gaze as the Millers eyed me on my way in. They continued their gossiping without missing a beat, not caring what I overheard.

  “Oh, if his wife only knew about the way those two flirt,” Marilyn said, clicking her tongue.

  “You should have seen them the other day at lunch,” said Darleen. “The way they were whispering, I’d almost think they were planning something.”

  “Morning, ladies,” I said with a smile as I brushed past them and filled my coffee.

  Their heads turned as one towards me, pausing their conversation long enough to exchange brief pleasantries. On my way out, I couldn’t help but laugh at the conspiratorial way they discussed and analyzed our co-workers’ alleged relationship.

  I think every last one of them would have had heart failure if they knew that I, the quiet, shy girl in accounting who looked at the floor more than anything else, had a man pinned down and begging for more the night before. I grinned into my coffee cup. Oh Millers, if you only knew the gossip fodder lurking quietly in the accounting department.

  My good humor didn’t last long. Not five minutes after I returned to my cubicle, the inevitable stack of file folders slapped onto my desk, scaring about ten years off my life as it always did.

  “By five, of course,” Trudy said. She must have been in a hurry; she didn’t stay to watch me quietly fume.

  “Whatever, bitch,” I muttered when I was sure she was out of earshot.

  “What?” Colette’s voice startled me.

  “Oh, sorry.” I rubbed my eyes and gestured towards the files. “The Wicked Witch of Purchasing just left.”

  “I figured as much. You know, I would pay good money to see you tell her off one of these days.”

  “Yeah right,” I muttered. “I’d be too afraid of getting fired.”

  She snorted. “Come on, I think you’d get a promotion if you told that witch off.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

  “Please. There isn’t an employee here that wouldn’t gladly kick that woman in the box.”

  I snickered.

  “My God, I would have expected you to turn beet red over that,” she said.

  If you only knew what it took to turn my face red now, Colett
e. I shrugged. “Guess I’m not surprised by you anymore.”

  “Well, fuck,” she said. “Guess I’ll have to change my shtick.” She sat in the chair beside my desk. Her voice low, she said, “Seriously, if you tell that bitch off, I don’t think anyone here will condemn you for it. She deserves it.”

  “And I’m the only one who can do it?”

  “Of course not, it’s been done. But if Marisa the Church Mouse did it, it might get her attention. Or at least blow a synapse or two in her head.”

  Marisa the Church Mouse who had Eric Knight losing his ever-loving mind while she held him down on the bed last night. I laughed and shook my head, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  Twenty Seven

  Darren kicked his bedroom door shut behind us and pulled me into his arms. “So,” he said, guiding me towards the bed “Did you try taking control with Casanova?”

  I put my arms around his neck. “Try? Please.”

  He raised an eyebrow and laughed. “Obviously it worked, then.”

  “Quite well, if I may say so myself.”

  He put his hands on my hips and pulled me against him. “So he enjoyed it?”

  “From the way he came, it wouldn’t surprise me if my neighbors had to have a cigarette.”

  “Good,” he said with a slight nod. “That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

  “With as much as he enjoyed it,” I said, dropping my gaze and biting my lip. “It kind of…got my attention.”

  “How do you mean?”

  I shrugged, my cheeks burning. In spite of my comfort with him, it was still embarrassing to admit to having desires that went beyond what most considered “normal”. “I, well, I think I’d like to be on the receiving end of it sometime.”

  Running his hands up and down my sides, he kissed me. “I expected as much.”

  “What?”

  He smiled. “I had a feeling that once you tried it, you’d like to give it a try from the other angle.”

  “That was all part of your evil plan, wasn’t it?”

  Feigning offense, he said, “Marisa, I would never send you out to do something sexual with any ulterior motives on my part.”

  “Lying bastard.”

  “Hey, it benefits you either way.” He grinned as he kissed me again. “So you think you’d like to give the submissive thing a try, do you?”

  “Well, Casanova seemed to enjoy it,” I said, very nearly using Eric’s name, which I’m sure would have killed the mood.

  He paused, thinking for a moment. Then he trailed his fingertips up my spine. “What did you have in mind?”

  I blinked. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I have no qualms about helping you live out this little fantasy,” he said with a wink. “But there are so many different degrees of dominance and submission. I can just hold you down and have my way with you.” He laughed softly as my breath caught. “Or I can handcuff you to the bed. Pull your hair and throw you around. Flog you. It’s really up to you.” He paused, a devilish twinkle in his eyes. “I might even have a—”

  “No gimp mask.”

  “Damn.” He laughed. “So, just submission, or do you want to try some bondage?”

  I chewed my lip. A few weeks ago, that word would have made me visibly cringe, but I was intrigued. “That could be fun.”

  “Excellent,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to tie you up.” He laughed at the startled expression on my face, but then his expression turned serious. “Just tell me how far you want it to go. Whatever you want, short of a gimp mask, I’m game.”

  I considered it for a moment. “A little bit of bondage, maybe. And I think I like the sound of pulling my hair and throwing me around. Basically, you take control and do whatever you want to me.” I narrowed my eyes and gave him a challenging look. “Assuming you have it in you to get that rough.”

  He twisted my hair in his hand and said, “The question is, can you handle it?”

  “Whatever you can dish out. Bring it on.”

  “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” He laughed and kissed my neck before loosening—but not releasing—his grip on my hair. “In all seriousness, though, just tell me if I get too rough, if you want me to stop. I’m not in this to hurt you.”

  “I doubt that will be a problem,” I said.

  “Just in case,” he said. “You know how a safe word works, right? Just say it, and everything stops immediately, no matter what.”

  I nodded, as much as I could with the firm grasp he had on my hair.

  “If you want to stop, just say the word ‘red’.”

  “Got it.”

  He parted his lips as if to speak, but instead, he suddenly twisted my hair in his fist and pulled my head back. I gasped, more from surprise than pain. I hadn’t expected it, but I loved it. Through his teeth, he said, “You can start by sucking my cock.” The snarl in his voice—the uncharacteristic command—turned me on, and my knees buckled willingly as he led me down by my hair. I whimpered, almost silently.

  His demeanor softened, though his grip didn’t. “You all right?”

  I murmured an affirmative. My scalp hurt just a little bit, but I loved it. More than that, I loved the fact that he was in complete control, that I was going to do whatever he told me to do and I was going to like it.

  With his free hand, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I licked my lips.

  “You want that, don’t you?” he said with a laugh as he brought his cock out and stroked it, keeping it just out of my reach. “Do you want to suck my cock, Marisa?”

  I licked my lips again, trying to crane my neck, but he tightened his fist around my hair, triggering another whimper.

  “Say please.”

  Oh fuck, now you want me to speak? “Please,” I whispered.

  “Please what?”

  “Let me…” My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as he slowly stroked his cock just inches from my mouth.

  “Let you what, Marisa?” He inched closer to me. My mouth watered.

  “Let me…” I looked up, hoping that I would have an easier time talking if I took my eyes off of his cock, but when I met his eyes, I couldn’t even think. The intensity in his narrow blue eyes and the way his lip curled into a snarl that was as arousing as it was intimidating conspired to make my mind go completely blank.

  “If you want it,” he growled. “You’re going to have to ask for it.”

  I wetted my lips again. “I want…let me…” I swallowed. Somehow, I found my voice. “Let me suck your cock. Please.” He said nothing, just pulled me forward by the hair and gave me the head of his cock, no more.

  “That’s all you get for now.” Pushing his cock between my lips, he exhaled slowly as I eagerly took what he gave me. He pulled away, then came back, teasing my lips just as I’d teased Eric with my pussy, letting no more than an inch slide in. The more he withheld, the more I wanted it. I don’t think a man had ever tasted so fucking incredible.

  I tried to lean forward, to steal just a little bit more, but his fist in my hair kept me still. He pulled away, laughing at the frustrated sound I made when his cock slipped out of my reach.

  “I didn’t say you could have more.”

  “Please…”

  His snort of laughter infuriated and aroused me. “I don’t know, you tried to take more than you were allowed to have. You aren’t being very obedient.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, only slightly surprised by the sheer desperation in my own voice.

  “You won’t do it again, will you?” He brought me closer to his cock, so close that I could have licked it, but I didn’t dare. I didn’t even dare lick my own lips for fear of touching him and making him take it away again.

  “I won’t,” I said, barely moving my lips as he stroked his cock dangerously close to my mouth. “I promise, I won’t.” He drew back and I couldn’t stop the pitiful, frustrated sound that came from my mouth.

  “You do want more, don’t you?”


  I tried to nod. In spite of his vise grip on my hair, I stood a better chance of successfully nodding than speaking.

  “You want to suck the whole thing, don’t you? The whole damn thing?”

  “Yes,” I somehow managed. “Please.”

  His voice was barely a whisper—a hoarse, growling whisper—as he said, “I know how I can keep you from taking more than you’re allowed this time.”

  I gulped. Anticipation? Fear? Arousal? I had no idea. All I could do was repeat, “Please.”

  “You can’t take more than you’re allowed,” he said. “If I give you the whole fucking thing.”

  He didn’t give me a chance to react, to even comprehend, before he pulled my face to his cock. I took it all, easily—as easily as I could, given his size—and eagerly. Electricity traveled up my spine as if he were fucking my pussy instead of my mouth.

  I tried to move back and forth, letting him slide in and out of my mouth, but his grip on my hair impeded me. He must have felt my struggle, because at that moment, he loosened his fist, letting me devour him. I put my hands on his thighs for balance, sucking him harder and faster, taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I’d always loved going down on Darren, but he’d made me ache for the taste of his cock like I ached for my own orgasms, and if this continued much longer, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I came just from this.

  “Oh fuck,” he whispered. His fingertips gently kneaded my scalp and his hips moved slightly, in time with my own movements. “Fuck, just like that.”

  I moaned, and in that instant, his fist tightened around my hair and he abruptly pulled me away from his cock.

  “That’s enough of that,” he said, his tone one of playful teasing.

  “But…” How the hell was he so in control? I was going down on him, he was the one receiving, yet I was the one losing my mind?

  “That was just to give you a taste.” His voice darkened to a low growl. “Now stand up.” His fist echoed his command, twisting my hair just enough that I had no choice but to follow.

  He released my hair and stepped back. The sudden lack of contact was jarring, as was the intense way he stared at me. “Take your clothes off and lay on the bed.”