“You don’t sound happy about it,” I remark, taking a sip of my coffee.
Needs more sugar.
Gavin stands, grabbing a small white jar, and placing it in front of me. How the fuck did he know I needed more sugar? I swear I didn’t think I made a face when I took a sip.
“I like you where I know you’re safe,” he says, which just has all different parts of me squealing.
“Well, I’m right here,” I say, standing up and walking between his legs.
He adjusts his body to accommodate mine, his strong legs spreading wide as I grip his firm shoulders.
“You are. Right here, safe at my house.” His hands grip my hips and I search his eyes, trying to find some puzzle pieces to slot it all together.
We don’t feel like just friends, not after the other night. None of this feels casual, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to be the one to change the pace of things and potentially ruin everything.
“Safe in your house, ready to do anything you want me to do,” I whisper.
He fists the way too large shirt covering my body and drags me closer, causing me to stumble against his body. I expect him to tell me to get on my knees and fuck my face, but instead he tugs my face down against his.
The legs of his chair scrape against the tile and I find myself straddling his lap.
Gavin and I have never had sex this way. He prefers fucking me from behind, or at least I thought.
He kisses me roughly, it feels like a claim in a way, that I’m his, and isn’t that a dream?
There’s no toys, no bondage, no club. It’s just us and it has my arousal climbing by tenfold.
I nearly dig my nails into his shoulders, like I’m holding on for dear life, praying that this moment doesn’t end. To my surprise, it doesn’t. He just keeps kissing me, his large hands grabbing my hips like a lifeline.
There are no dirty words, only our mouths on one another as he lifts the shirt up slightly, before freeing his cock from his briefs. He drags the head through my wetness and I stretch on my tiptoes, slinking down on every inch he gives me.
He doesn’t stop kissing me and it isn’t rough or rushed sex, either. I’m nearly warming his cock as I sit on his lap and we make out like we just discovered the act of french kissing.
Gavin grabs my ass, making me shift against his length. I’m moaning into his mouth, just as he’s panting into mine.
This feels different. This feels like everything I knew but was trying to shove down. The sex without feelings was good, phenomenal even. But this? This feeling curling around my heart and squeezing while our bodies are connected feels revolutionary.
I’m falling in love with both brothers and have no idea if they feel the same. They have the power to break me, and that scares me even more than this feeling I couldn’t stop if I tried.
But when we part from our kiss, Gavin nearly lifts me up and down on his hard length and I look into his eyes.
I’m not sure it’s unrequited at all.
That look in his eye, and his hand sliding between us to rub against my clit, has me falling over the edge in every way possible.
Gavin follows suit, bucking his hips and fucking into me, a masculine whimper slipping through his lips as he rests his head against my collarbone. I keep my arms wrapped around him.
Neither of us moves until his cock is soft and I shift my body so that I’m sitting on his thighs.
“You should come to The Bahamas for Labor Day with us. It’s something we do every year with our family,” he says, and I’m surprised.
He said nothing during sex and the first thing he said post-coital bliss is that he wants me to fly out of the country with his family.
I swallow thickly and search his eyes. “The semester starts before labor day.”
“My parents have a private plane. You wouldn’t miss any of your classes and it’s over the weekend.”
“You want me to come?”
