Last Screw Before I Do (4 page)

His tongue
moved to caress my clit, then he entered me with a finger. Another
joined it, then another, his hand picking up speed to match his
tongue. I felt the heat inside me spike. My fingers wound into his
hair and I held his head still. My hips rocking, I ground my pussy
against his mouth again and again until I burst. I came hard in his
mouth, and once I had stilled he licked me clean.

“
Well?” I asked breathlessly.

“
I don't know about all pussies, but yours tastes sweet. And
now,” he said, raising himself up on his knees, “I want the full
test-drive.” His dick was in his hand, and as he pumped it I saw
the tiniest drop of his juice gathering at the tip. He bit his lip
again and came to me, hesitant as a teenager. I only nodded: I
didn't trust my words.

When we
connected it was fire, and when he pushed inside me I burned. We
moved together, his cock climbing higher up my wet walls; we moved
against each other, delicious friction leaving us both struggling
for breath.

He was a good
size, and long, and when his body met mine there was barely enough
room for him inside me.

He looked into
my eyes as he fucked me.

“
Fuck, it's so good,” he panted. I smiled and acknowledged his
compliment with a tight squeeze of my walls around him. He tried to
pull away, tried to slow the moment, but I wanted control. I
clamped my thighs around his waist and rode him, guiding his body
to meet my desires. His face tensed; cords stood out on his neck
from resisting what we both knew was inevitable.

“
You like being inside me?”

He nodded,
eyes squeezing shut as I continued to fuck him.

“
You like my pussy on your cock?”

He moaned.

“
Then come,” I said simply, and he let go. His hot cream
coated my cunt. He arched his back, his strong jaw clenched hard,
and he shuddered with pleasure until his prick was
empty.

He pulled out,
at once the shy boy again. Then he crawled up the bed and into my
open arms.

“
So?” I asked him. His face was buried in my neck, but I still
felt him smile. “I think that settles the question.”

Suddenly I sat
bolt upright. “You're not...I mean, you still...”

He pulled me
back to lie with him. “I still love men. And I still love your
brother. I'm good with settling down now. But,” he said, playfully
grabbing my breast, “I'm going to have to let him know who I really
am.”

“
Don't tell him it was me!”

He kissed my
cheek. “Not in a million years.”

I spent a few
minutes dozing on his shoulder until gently he roused me. “I need
to have a shower and get back to your brother.” He hopped off the
bed.

I propped
myself up on one elbow. “Where did you tell him you were going,
anyway?”

He grinned. “I
said I wanted to spend some time with an old friend. I had a blast,
Friend.” He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower
start up.

I stayed where I was. To think, after all those moments I'd
caught myself checking Marc out, after those flitting fantasies
where I'd imagined having him myself...and
he'd
been the one to get the ball rolling. I slid
under the blanket, listening to the hiss of the shower in the next
room. Tomorrow, my brother would marry his lover —
our
lover — and I'd have to content myself
once again with mere fantasies.

I ran a lazy
finger over my lips, then smiled. At least now I'd have no problems
imagining the way his muscles rippled under his smooth skin... or
the way his cock looked standing at attention. I'd helped Marc;
little did he know he'd be helping me back for years.

The shower cut off, and Marc strode back into the room. He
was still (
again?
) half-erect, and
I found myself getting excited. He dressed quickly, though, then
leaned over me and planted a very proper kiss on my
forehead.

“
You're the best sister-in-law ever,” he said. “Thank you.”
And with that, he left.

I attended
Lucas and Marc's commitment ceremony the next morning. I teared up
with the rest of the family, though in part my tears were for
myself. I'd barely tasted what Marc had to offer, and I wanted
more.

They were
pronounced partners, then the dancing began. Marc danced with my
mother, my father (much to everyone's surprise and delight), one of
my sisters, and finally me.

He leaned his
head close to mine and whispered in my ear. “It was really...
special... what you did for me last night. I can't thank you
enough.”

Crazy thoughts
chased each other around my brain until one escaped my mouth.
“Thank me by fucking me again.” Even as the words left me I felt
ashamed. How selfish could I be?

He held me in silence for a few minutes as we circled the
dance floor. I was kicking myself: I shouldn't have said
that.
Especially
there, at Marc and
my brother's wedding. I was opening my mouth to apologize
when—

“
I promised myself I'd be loyal to your brother. But the two
of you...you're so much alike. That's the next best thing, right?”
I pulled back and saw that grin of his again. “As long as we keep
it our little secret.”

I laid my head
on his shoulder and grinned through the rest of the song.

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