Chapter Fifteen

Colin “Where is she?” I asked as my brother came into the room. His skin still gleamed from his exertions, and he was stark naked. I averted my gaze from him and opened the fridge to fill a glass with sparkling water for our guest.

“In the living room,” he said absently, and I watched him as he poured a glass of water from the tap. He guzzled it down in one long drink before he filled the glass again. “I can handle her tonight if, you’d prefer.”

He turned to me, a fresh glass of water in hand. I set the glass of water down on the island between us. The room was filled with stainless steel appliances, even the cabinets were stainless steel, and the floor was hard oak. The walls were tiled in black square tiles, and all in all, it looked modern, but it always felt cold. It wasn’t my favorite room in the place.

“I’ll be fine. What’s her name?” He hadn’t given me any information and for a moment, I wondered if he wanted her all to himself. I looked at him, noticed the way he wouldn’t look at me, and knew something was up. He’d never, in all our years, not met my gaze.

“Celia. Haven’t learned her last name yet.” Keith got a look on his face, a faraway look before he smiled ruefully and spoke again. “She should be called Celia Fuckalicious. She just blew my mind. Sure, she was a virgin before earlier.”

“I see,” I said it in a steady voice and waited for him to go on, but he didn’t. “Anything else I should know?”

“She’s ready for it, brother. Too bad Grant cut his hair so short or I’m sure he could have a turn at her too. He’ll have to wait another week or so.”

“Or we could cut our hair tomorrow.” I offered, but he shook his head.

“Nah, she likes pulling on it too much.” Which meant he planned on keeping up this charade for a bit longer then.

I wasn’t really interested in the little game he and Grant had come up with so long ago, but it was a way to get off without getting attached. Not something I really wanted to do.

“Fine then. Here, cover yourself up.” I said and handed him the robe I had on. I was naked underneath, but my nudity didn’t bother me. “Is she hungry?”

“Yeah, she is. I’ll order some takeout from the place up the road. You see to her. She’s probably wondering where I am.” He took the robe and put it on, and then carried his glass of water upstairs. I poured a glass for myself and carried them into the living room.

She’d found a blanket to wrap around herself, one of the things Grant usually took care of. He didn’t have that feminine touch, but we’d all had our turns falling asleep on the couch, so he’d made sure we had blankets available.

“How are you?” I tried to make sure I didn’t sound too different from Keith, but he had a way about him that I couldn’t exactly replicate. He was more emotional than I was, and I kept myself in check a lot better than he did.

“Fine. Thanks. Is that water for me? Great!” She took the cold glass from me and sipped at the water.

I sat down on the couch and tugged another blanket from the back of the couch to hide my nudity. If she had been a virgin, she was probably still reeling from all of this. I wasn’t exactly dead inside. I could be a caring person and considerate of others. Especially with others I was about to have my way with.

Her body wrapped around me instinctively as I found her lips and desire welled inside of her. Her right arm went over my chest as she moved over my solid frame.

“Keith.” She sighed his name against my lips, a slight moan escaping her open mouth.

I smiled as I took her right breast in my hand and hefted the weight of it. I was impressed with her assets and wanted to tease her desire until she begged me for more.

The nail of my thumb flicked over her sensitive nipple and she gasped at the rough touch, but her hips pressed into me as her right leg slid over my legs.

I hissed in a breath as the sensation of her leg pressed into my cock sparked a jolt of pleasure. I tried not to thrust into the soft flesh of her thigh and heard her moan again. Damn, the sweet sounds she made were going to drive me mad with the need to fuck her.

“Keith,” she sighed the name again and I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I’d wanted to take my time, as Keith had, but I wasn’t going to be able to maintain that amount of control. Not when the way she said his name made me want her to gasp mine in the same way. Or even better, have my cock between those plush lips as she sighed it.

I lifted her over me, her legs spreading to cradle me in the heat she hid there.

“I’m not too heavy?” she asked, and I knew she was sensitive about her weight.

“No, baby. You feel fucking fantastic there.”

Celia’s smile was worth a thousand days of thirst, I thought, as she looked down at me.

Her long, delicate fingers cradled my cheek before she kissed me deeply, her soft lips hot from her need.

She worked her other hand between us, took hold of my cock, and stroked me into a state I haven’t felt in a very long time. Especially not from a hand job.

She was amazing, as Keith kept promising us she would be, so I let her have her way, for now.

“Celia.” I eased my lips along her jaw for a moment, before I took her lip to taste her, to inhale her. “Let me fuck you, or I’m going to come in your hand.”

She looked at me with uncertainty, but I gave her a look, one that said she should obey, and she took a deep breath. Her bottom lip sucked in between her teeth as she reached for my cock again, and her eyes sought for mine. I watched her as she moved until I felt her opening, and then I let her have what she wanted while keeping my gaze on her. I watched her as she slid down onto me, her eyes opening wide with every inch she took.

“You’re so fucking big. Fuck, I didn’t know I could be this full!” She smiled and sank down onto me a little bit further. She didn’t even have all of me inside of her yet.

But I knew she’d just taken Keith’s cock, so she could take mine. We were all the same size, after all.

She let the blanket she’d clutched around her fall away as she finally took that last inch of me and shuddered. But it was a shudder of pleasure, not disgust, and I felt my cock twitch as rapture took the place of her uncertainty.

I decided I liked that look and would do whatever I could to make sure it was on her face often.

The blanket bunched around her hips as she rode me, her body untutored, but going on instinct. I let her set the pace until she began to pant with pleasure, and then I took over.

I watched her move on me, the way her breasts swayed as she rotated her ass on me, fascinated by the way she moved, even when I guided her movements with my hands.

She was gorgeous, I decided and began to thrust up into her harder, giving her what she wanted the most. This woman was perfection. I knew it as her slick walls pulled me inside of her heated depths. I wanted to make her mine and I wanted to make her beg me to fuck her, but right now, I’d lost all control and she was the one that would hear someone beg.

If I let my control go too much.

I’d had other women in my life, I’d even fucked some my brothers didn’t know about. None had been able to make me lose control until Celia came along. What was she I wondered as I looked up into her sweetly discomposed face, and saw my desire, my lack of control matched.

Her nails bit into the skin of my chest as her pussy tensed around me suddenly, and the sharp points of her short nails dug further into my skin as she screamed Keith’s name.

I pulled her down to me, to swallow her scream, to drive her higher by sucking her dark red nipple into my mouth to give her more. I loved their color, the fact that they were so blatantly aroused and wanted to use them to arouse her even more.

The swirling of my tongue around the tight bud made her keen loudly, a sob of pleasure as she went even higher, her pussy squeezing ever tighter.

I heard her moan my name - my brother’s name - and couldn’t hold back any longer. I let myself go as her heat swallowed me into a world she’d created with her sensual body. I rode through the explosions, certain my cock would blast off my body the orgasm was so strong, but it held on. I lasted longer than normal, too, the quick shot pleasure that normally came with orgasm was prolonged as her walls swallowed around me, time after time.

I sighed her name, softly, imperceptibly, but I knew I’d done it. Fuck, I was in trouble. Only something happened, something that had never happened to me before. Celia fell onto my chest, and kissed me deeply, her walls still rippled around me. I couldn’t help it. I cried out as I felt hot jets shoot from my cock all over again, making me gasp her name over and over as I emptied into her. I’d wanted to make her mine, but I think she’d just made me hers.

I stayed silent as she broke away from me and panted on my chest. I stroked her back gently as I tried to figure out what had just happened. She was mine and I was hers.

I’d give her the world if that’s what she wanted.

“Thank you for inviting me over.” She murmured against my neck, her lips a sigh against my neck as she finally came back to life.

“I wanted you so much, Celia. I needed to see you.” I pushed her up from my chest and gazed up at her, wild hair and all.

“I wanted to meet you too, you know?” She said as she let me have my fill of looking.

Her finger stroked my lips and awareness shot through me. I was still inside of her, still hard as a rock for her. Even after I came twice.

“Well, you have me all, baby. Take what you want.” I pulled her back down to me and kissed her with whatever wild, crazy shit had taken hold of my brain. I was a goner, and I had a feeling this would last for more than one night. Which meant I was in a fuckload of trouble.