Brother's Keeper (16 page)

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I’ve been known to have the occasional good idea, but this might be the best one so far. I threw out the idea of leaving Colorado Saturday afternoon and taking turns driving through the night not really expecting to get much support. To my surprise, not one person disagreed. And I was high fiving myself while hastily packing for the next hour. It seems no one really felt like hanging out for the evening, when we would just be rising early to hit the road Sunday morning.

By the time we finally hit Allendale at seven o’clock on Sunday morning, my body is on fire. The seventeen-hour trip home was plenty of time for me to work my dick into an absolute frenzy about seeing Rowan again. I’ve missed her all week, and closing every mile between us has culminated in the most exquisite sexual tension I have ever experienced. When I’m finally dropped off at my apartment, I must look like a ravenous dog to the guys. I hop the stairs two at a time and dump my bags at the entry.

As I enter my bedroom, I see her sleeping peacefully and deeply, and my heart breathes an incredible sigh of relief being back in her presence. The early morning light shines in through the window, illuminating her in the most sensuous way. She looks stunning, and in the quietness of my room I take my time studying her, itching to touch her but enjoying my private show all the same. Her hair is its beautiful shade of auburn, shining silkily from the early morning sunlight filtering in. It is long and cascades over her shoulders as she lies on her stomach. Her skin is smooth and pale. Her lips are soft, pink, and very supple, just slightly parted in sleep. Obviously heeding my drunken text message, she is completely and utterly naked. She has her knee bent slightly up, and the angle makes the round globes of her perfect bottom all the more appealing. I can’t help but imagine burying myself in her there as well and am suddenly alarmed at how fully I want to possess her, all of her, every last inch, every last entry, claimed and belonging solely to me.

I climb gently onto the bed next to her, determined to make up for my week-long absence. And as I trail my fingers over the skin of her calf, I study her face for the first sign of her waking. When her eyes open sleepily, shock and then absolute joy take over her beautiful face. She launches herself into my arms, determined to end our separation in an instant. I pull her body into mine, kissing her ferociously. Before long, she is straddling me, and her mouth has become greedy and desperate.

I allow my mouth to wander down to one breast, and then the other, always returning quickly to her mouth. I need so desperately to see her eyes, as though they calm my soul in some way. I pull my T-shirt quickly over my head as she starts fumbling with the zipper of my jeans. Our passion is healing to us both, and we are quickly carried away by it. I lay her swiftly on the bed as I pull my body up close to hers. My cock is pulsing in anticipation of her first touch, and as her hand slides under the waist of my underwear and meets the engorged head, my cock flexes and nearly jumps out of her reach. I make quick work getting out of my jeans as she starts to stroke and caress my rigid shaft. Her eyes watch mine, hungry, beseeching, and smoldering.

My hand slips effortlessly down to her hip, pulling her into mine so she can feel how hard I am for her against her pussy. I then push her hips back to the bed so I can expose all of her beautiful intimacy to me. She lets out a hiss of breath as my fingers make contact with her already soaking slit. I run my fingers down to her hole and don’t hesitate to thrust two long fingers deep within her. She lets out an unrestrained cry as shock at my hasty and forceful touch fleets across her face. But she adjusts quickly in her hunger, and I start thrusting, pushing, forcing my way into her body. Her incredibly tight passage clinches and contracts around my fingers as though her body wants to pull me within her just as much as I want to invade her. I don’t let up, pounding away at her tight channel. I sink my knuckles as deep as she can take, demanding her body comply with my need. She grasps my cock, controlled by her own desperate touch.

Soon nothing but our gasps, moans, and the sloppy wet sound of our movements take over the room. She comes quickly and with clenching stomach muscles trembling with her ecstasy. I find my release fast and powerful, shooting my cum all over her glistening pussy as she continues stroking my shaft, milking my body of every last drop of it. We collapse against one another, and I’m satisfied for the first time in over a week. It’s amazing how truly satisfying even this fairly innocent act can be with her. I’m exhausted from driving all night and from my hasty and vigorous petting. But I’ve not had nearly my fill of her, and find myself roused and ready for more within minutes.

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“Will you touch yourself for me?”

Shock. Absolute and utter shock. That is the look on my face. And while my mind is terrified and embarrassed by his question, my body betrays me and starts prickling with interest. But he can’t be serious. He wants to watch me do that? I don’t even know how to do that! I’ve never touched myself in that way. He senses my hesitation and fear and coaxes his wish further on my now terrified conscious.

He leans into me and kisses me gently before continuing. “It’s just me. I’ve seen every inch of your body, and there is nothing you should feel self-conscious of in front of me. Will you try it for me?”

I start to object, unable to face the idea of him seeing me in that way—unable, in fact, to face the idea of touching myself that way. “Logan, I don’t think I can. I … just … I don’t know how to … and I’m really nervous. Please, don’t ask me to do this.”

“I want you to try it for me. If you get too nervous, you can always stop.” Still, he must be seeing the hesitation as he continues again. Persistent man! “Do you think I would hurt you?” He waits for me to shake my head, which, of course, I do. “Do you think I would ever do anything to humiliate you?” Again, he gauges my reaction with unbridled desire in his eyes. I finally shake my head again, conceding to try. With a deep and shaky sigh, I commit to his little game.

With my tentative agreement, Logan wastes no time proceeding. He climbs from the bed and stands by, watching me. His eyes are smoldering sex, and I can’t help but think this is going to turn into the very epitome of un-sexy.
Hope he’s ready for one hell of a lame ass show.
His penis is hard and erect, and I wonder how it is possible he can find this sexy in any way—me, in all my glorious idiocy, naked, anxious, clueless, and truly the most un-sexy being in the world at the moment.

He starts instructing. “Lie on your back in the middle of the bed.” I exhale a deep breath out.
So far, so good. I can handle this…
“Now spread you legs as wide as you can.”
Holy shit–no I can’t!
My stomach clenches in fear and panic as he studies my face. I find I’ve stopped breathing, and he, sensing my fast-fading commitment, leans down to my ear, quickly reassuring me in the way only he can. “I’ve wanted to watch you pleasure yourself for so long. I want to see your small delicate fingers rub your clit the same way I do. I want to see those fingers inch into your tight little pussy, soaking themselves on your cum. I want to see them shiny and slick with it. Give … me … what … I … want. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
Okay, so maybe this is kind of hot.

As always, he’s blatant in his description, and it has me hot as hell. I’m already starting to drip with wetness at the mere sound of his voice, and I realize I do want this. His words are intoxicating—his description enticing. The look of longing in his eyes is the only encouragement I need. He makes me feel beautiful; God only knows why, but he does. And on a slightly steadier sigh, I open my legs to his eyes—wide but not wide enough.

With a look between demanding sex god and patient partner, he reaches down and pulls my knees further apart in an obscene angle. I can’t help but be reminded of the poor dead frogs we pinned down to dissection trays in Biology class—their legs splayed by their oh-so flexible joints. But one look at Logan tells me he wouldn’t appreciate my analogy at all. In fact, one look at Logan tells me he sees something far sexier than a dead frog on his bed. Yet, it is me that has him so intoxicated and aroused. His hand goes mindlessly to his penis as he continues to gaze at the junction of my splayed legs.

In a voice husky with desire, he continues his instructions. “Now use both of your hands to spread your pussy lips for me. I don’t want even one inch of your body to be hidden from me.”

Oh, dear God.
I’m aroused at this point; there is no doubt about that, but can I really do this? He can’t possibly think this view of me is going to be anything but hideous, but then our eyes meet, and the heated look in his eyes tells me instantly I’m the one mistaken. He knows exactly what he wants and exactly what he’s asking for. I relax a bit more at his obvious desire for this. And as I swallow over the very large lump in my throat, I oblige and slowly reach my hands between my legs and part my slick, wet lips.

The air on this most tender part of my body tickles and arouses me further, and then there’s the look in his eyes that undoes me altogether. Whatever reservation I might have had initially fades to the background of my mind. His expression is carnal, animalistic even. Absolute abandon and obsession have taken over him, and his eyes are mesmerized by the sight of my body. However difficult that may be for me to understand, it is so very obvious on his face. And I commit fully to his every wish.

He approaches the bed and sits by my feet. He leans his weight on his arm as he lounges to get a better view. My breathing hitches at his examination of my most intimate area. My body screams for his hands and for his mouth to be on me, but he doesn’t touch even one inch of me. He continues to stroke his cock with his hand as he lounges on the bed, studying my every inch.

“Now stroke your clit.”

My hesitation has left me completely, and I don’t waste a moment running my finger over that tight swollen bud, sending a shiver over my body that causes me to jerk and cry out in response. God, I really do want this. But God, I want his touch more. I keep stroking my slick, wet clit while I continue to get wetter and wetter. I can feel my wetness seeping down between the lips of my vagina, and I’m suddenly embarrassed. But the sudden sharp inhale of his breath tells me he not only sees every last response of my body but also savors it. Our eyes meet for a moment before a slight reassuring smile crosses his face. He reaches out to my waiting pussy, and my body, so starved for his touch, is set on fire. When his finger touches only the small bead of my wetness that has escaped from my body, he brings it to his mouth slowly as I look on in wonder. He licks the wetness from his finger, continuing to study me.

His next instruction comes in a husky voice laden with need and unrestrained arousal. “Now push your finger into your pussy.”

I slide one finger into my wet warmth. The sensation is incredible. I’m soft and smooth as silk—wet, and yet searing hot. The channel is tight and hugs my finger deliciously. It feels nothing like Logan’s larger and more intrusive touch, but it is arousing all the same. Before long, he wants to see two of my fingers, and I don’t waste a second before plunging another finger into my warmth. It still doesn’t compare to the length and size of Logan’s fingers, but it reminds me of his touch.

I thrust in and out so he can watch, and as I do, he gruffly comments on a shuddered breath. “Oh, God. You’re so beautiful.” As his breathing comes in spasms, and his hand’s movement on his dick quickens, he gives me one last instruction. “Now make yourself come.”

And I do. It takes no time at all before my moans become louder and harder to control. I come intensely with my fingers still thrusting into my hole, and the fingers of my other hand still rubbing furiously on my clit. As my orgasm subsides, he climbs up my body, hovering above me on his hands and knees. He continues to stroke his dick faster and braces himself with his free arm against the headboard. As I watch without touching, his orgasm starts to build, and in one final stroke, he comes, emptying himself on my chest. He strokes every last ounce of his cum from his cock before he starts to crumble around me. He collapses to my side and pulls me tenderly into him.

One last comment remains. “Did you like making yourself come while I watched?” My cheeks warm at his words, and his question needs no response. And with a knowing gentle smile on his face, he leans into me, kissing me tenderly and slowly. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion, but he is still slow to leave my mouth. Eventually, his lips slow and finally leave mine, and he rests his head next to me.

Now it’s my turn to comment. “Welcome home, Logan.”

“Glad to be home, Row.” And there is that beautiful smile directed at me alone. He drifts off to sleep as I enjoy the quiet and comfort of his body next to mine once again.

I lay next to his warmth, thinking about him for what feels like hours, enjoying every moment of my thoughts. I
am
the beautiful woman. For the first time in my life, I actually believe it. And I don’t care if nobody else thinks I’m beautiful, because in this moment, I know Logan does. Eat your heart out Amys of the world…

Chapter 15

When I wake, I’m alone and finally rested. The alarm clock beside the bed tells me it’s nearly three in the afternoon. I can hear Rowan tinkering around in the kitchen, which is never a good thing. But I take my time getting up, just wanting to savor the memories of this morning. She was terrified, but she gave me what I wanted. She trusted me, and it was such an incredible turn on. I need her to give me what I want from her, and I want her to know beyond all doubt when she does, she won’t regret it. The trust she showed in me fed my soul and my need to have her, possess her. But in the same breath, I need her to possess me, too, and she does. She gives me willingly what I need and owns me because of it.

The sight of her touching her own body in exactly the way I wanted was amazing. Her hands on her pussy were incredible. Watching every stroke of her delicate fingers was enough to unglue me. And God, the sight of her seeping her moisture while I watched so closely was my undoing. The image of her thrusting her fingers into her dripping wet pussy would make me a happy man for a long time to come. Those fingers stretched her hole, and seeing her fingers glide past the taught skin of her entrance made it nearly impossible for me not to sink my hard cock into her without a moment’s hesitation. Not making love to her is one of the most difficult challenges of my life, but I’m blown away by how incredible every other touch, taste, scent, and sight is. It’s as if not making love to her and taking her pussy with my cock has heightened my desire for her in every other way. I don’t feel cheated of any part of her. Instead, I feel as though I’m lucky as hell to experience an intimacy I’ve never appreciated as much as I do with her.