“Which one?” he asks with another lazy thrust that steals my breath.
He reaches the hilt—well, as far as he can reach inside me anyway. When I look down, I see there’s still a few inches of his massive cock sticking out of me. Then he rolls his hips expertly so that I feel pressure at the start of my cervix. And it makes mespasm with unexpected pleasure, like he’s found another G-spot when he hits one of those sides.
He reaches down and strums my clit with his thumb—slow circles that wind the tension tighter—until I’m writhing beneath him, making inarticulate sounds.
I’m a millisecond from climax when he suddenly pulls his hips back and removes his thumb, leaving me gasping and trembling from want.
It takes several more moments for my head to clear enough to remember what we were talking about. There was something important I was trying to ask. I blink blearily up at him, finally grasping the thought.
“R-R-Romulus!” I manage to stutter triumphantly. “What are we going to do about R-Romulus?”
Remus’s face sours immediately, his expression darkening. “I don’t see that we need to do anything at all about him.”
I suck in a breath and attempt some fortitude, trying to gather my scattered wits. “When you’re not here, he is. I’m getting to know him, and I wish there was some way for the two of you to just talk it out so we could find a way to all work together?—”
“You know what?” Remus says, bending down low so that his voice is a raspy whisper in my ear. “I think that’s enough talking for now.”
And then his thumb moves back to my swollen, aching clit and starts strumming in earnest.
“But don’t you think?—”
That’s as far as I get before he does that thing with his cock again—hitting all my buttons at once and thrusting upward while he really works my clit, pressing downward with just the right pressure.
Until I’m consumed with sensation and pleasure and the man on top of me. Nothing exists but this.
He kisses my lips and then down my neck, where he begins to suckle my pulse point—tongue and teeth and suction—in a way that, combined with all the other sensations?—
I scream out my release into the night, not caring anymore who hears. It pulses on and on, the most endless, deep pleasure that wracks my entire body in waves.
Remus pulls out of me with a groan but keeps working my clit with his hand, drawing out my orgasm. He hugs me against his body with his other arm, and I grasp him back desperately, my hand reaching blindly for his shaft. I want him inside me again, climaxing with me. Now that I have the birth control, I’m not worried about pregnancy. Layden said that unlike human birth control, it starts working instantly. I want to feel him come and see the release on his face.
When my fingers glance against his cock, it’s still stiff as a board—hot and pulsing. Yet he pulls away from me.
I’m still shuddering with aftershocks when he rolls to the other side of the bed.
“Remus,” I reach for him, confused and sated and wanting more.
“I can’t,” he says, voice choked with strain. “Last time it took me from you.”
He slants his face down but lifts it back up so I can see his pleasure-strained eyes—dark and desperate—as he tucks his hard, veined shaft back into his pants with obvious difficulty.
“And I’ll do anything to stay.”
“Baby, come here,” I say, opening my arms. He did all that and isn’t even going to come? Is he holding his pleasure at bay so he can stay awake? So he won’t switch back to Romulus?
Oh my god. So many emotions choke my chest—gratitude and guilt and something that feels dangerously like love.
I want to hold him tight all night long. And longer. Maybe even forever. A thought that should probably scare me more than it does.
But he was right. Everything makes sense when we’re like this.
He pulls me into his arms instead, and I melt against his chest. I think about what he said about doing anything to stay. I should ask him if he has anything left in the flask he got from Layden. I should leap out of bed right now to get it, in case he disappears this very moment.
But... won’t that just make it like when I first met him? Yes, I’d get him for an extended period, only to lose him again for god knows how long when it runs out.
Isn’t it better to get to know the usual rhythm of his and Romulus’s switches so we can all learn how to actually live together? If we actually want this to last.
Remus might not want to talk about his brother, but after the heights of pleasure he just sent me to, all my thoughts and worries are suddenly rushing back in like an unstoppable tidal wave. I’d rather start sorting out how we might actually make this work long-term.
