29. Fischer

29

FISCHER

I don't know what it says about me that what I saw in that picture opened up a Pandora's box of desire inside me that I didn't know existed. I've never seen myself as passive or submissive. In my career, I've been ambitious and bold. Raging against whatever fear or insecurity that might have stopped me. I have a constant need to prove myself.

With Matthew, I feel almost hopelessly outmatched. He has lube in his shower . Silicone-based, which proves he knows his lubes. His bathroom trash can was all tissues and used condoms. While he rarely speaks explicitly about it, I know he gets laid a lot. He's one of the sexiest men I've ever come in contact with, and while there was a glimmer of all his potential when he was in his early twenties, it's fully developed now.

He may not be everyone's type, but he exudes sex appeal. It's in the way he moves. His eye contact. The gestures he makes drawing attention to certain parts of his body—mouth, neck, chest, even his hands. It's in the way he uses his voice, the words he chooses. I've never been totally blind to it; I only never assumed any of it was meant for me. It puts me on the worst edge.

"Prove it, huh? I'm not sure you want to dare me, princess," he says, his fingers behind my waistband, working to open the fly of my pants. "I'm sure you're sore."

"I'm fine," I say, already flashing back to last night. The way my skin responds to his touch—his breath. The way my cock jerks at his words like he's capable of enchanting it.

"I'm just as happy sucking you," he says.

With my cock out of my pants and pointed directly at his mouth, I'm not in a position to refuse or make a counteroffer. He proceeds to debauch me in a way I've never experienced even in my wildest encounters. With my right leg slung over his shoulder, he eats my ass and sucks my cock with unleashed abandon. It feels like his mouth is everywhere, and all I can do is hang onto him and the seat of the chair and try not to send us toppling with my total lack of control over my body.

I writhe and buck, shout and groan while I try to resist the way my nerves threaten to overload. It's impossible . My fast, shouted orgasm doesn't stop him. He just recenters his mouth on my hole and leaves me shaking and blathering nonsense. He is utterly fucking me up .

He stares up at me. Grounding me. While my sanity teeters on the brink, he's here, tethering me to him.

If we were intense as a pair before yesterday, we've managed an exponential change. I don't know how we're going to manage to keep this thing between us quiet. It's amazing we've gone this long.

It makes me wonder what might have happened if I hadn't gone back to work after the accident. If I'd taken a local job and not met Nicole. Would I have ever kicked him out of my bed?

He forces three orgasms from me in the chair over more than an hour spent on his knees. I'm a drooling mess, sweating through my sweater and limp all over. All I can think about, though, is his dick.

It's huge in his pants with only a small wet spot from precum. If he'd actually come, he'd be soaked.

"I want you," I tell him as I use his offered hand to help me up from the chair.

He wraps his arms around me and gives me a long, deep kiss. "You've got me."

I palm his crotch, and he stifles a grunt. "Oh… What do you have in mind?"

"Anything."

"I don't know if I feel comfortable taking advantage of you like this," he says with a self-satisfied grin against my mouth.

"What better time to take advantage of me? I mean, I guess you could wait until I fall asleep."

He smirks. "Don't tempt me."

"Let me suck it."

"You want my cock in your mouth?"

"Yeah," I whisper, rubbing my palm firmly over his bulge again. "I used to give great head."

"I bet you did. I'm not sure I've ever seen a sexier mouth."

" Fuck , Matty…I want it."

"All right, but let me make this easy on you."

"You don't have to take it easy on me."

"That's not exactly what I said."

It turns out it wasn't what he meant either. It's only easy in the sense that I get to lie down. On the bed, he straddles my chest and feeds his long, dripping cock to me, inch by thick inch.

Now this, I have some experience with, remote as it is. I can take a cock in my throat. It's been awhile though, so there's the expected adjustment period where I cough and gag a few times to get him where I want him.

Once we get all the angles right, he braces his hands on the window sill above me and fucks my face. His hips slowly flex and thrust, and I keep my lips firmly wrapped around him, stroking him whenever I can with long licks of my tongue.

" Fuck …you have a dirty mouth, princess."

My eyelids flutter as I take his relentless assault.

He's so hard, it feels like swallowing a sword, and even though he doesn't go fast, it's no less brutal on my throat.

"You want my cum?"

" Mmhmm …"

"I'm close," he tells me. "You feel so fucking good. Shit ."

I wrap a hand around his ass and stick my middle finger, my longest, directly into his hole.

"Fuck!" he shouts.

Nailing his prostate and applying pressure to it, he shudders and gasps. "Holy shit."

He grabs me by the back of the neck and shoves himself in deep. His cock gives a rough throb and spills. Heat fills my throat, cum slipping down like warm cream. He sounds broken by the orgasm, and his body nearly bends in half as he pants through gush after gush. He backs up enough to let me taste it, and I love him for that.

I suck at his crown, licking his slit and savoring each new, sticky drop. His cum is thick and rich, lacking in bitterness, maybe because he prefers tea to coffee, but maybe because how could anything coming out of him possibly be bad when he's so good?

He finally slides out of my mouth and moves to lie beside me. He turns me to kiss him, seeking the taste of himself on my tongue. His growl is primal and possessive, and it does things to my body chemistry that might scare me later but feel exactly right for this moment.

"I need to get the fuck away from you," Matthew says.

"You absolutely don't."

"How am I supposed to function knowing you're alive and breathing somewhere I'm not if I don't start practicing?"

"Don't worry about that." I kiss him again, unable to get enough.

He wraps himself around me, and I return the embrace with equal strength. We kiss again and again, each one heavier and hotter than the last.

Like we're making up for lost time.

If I think about that too hard, I might break.

I don't want to think about anything.

Not the fact that I may be falling for him. Not the fact that he's never had a romantic relationship for more than a few months. Not the fact that we're legally brothers or that being together would be complicated in ways I don't want to consider.

It's easier to think of us like we are now. Inevitable .

Inseparable. Together.