Page 114 of Broken Brothers

“Ever since I met you, actually. How does that make you feel?”

“You waited that long?”

“Would you use a hammer at first glance?”

“Yes?”

I just laughed. It was nice to fall into the flow of basic conversation every once in a while. Especially with a girl I liked.

A girl I was beginning to like a little too much. But as someone to watch out for or as a romantic interest? Damn, Chance, you got some shit to figure out between the three ladies in your life.

“Well, I’m not breaking out a hammer here,” I said. “Things are too calm and too peaceful.”

“For sure,” Claire said.

She and I locked eyes, and I did the only thing that felt perfect for the moment. I leaned in to kiss her.

But unlike before, when our kisses might have devolved into passionate, animalistic, rough sex, I just lingered there a bit. I daresay that my kiss was a little romantic. I daresay that my kiss was showing my true side.

I think Claire got that sense too, because as gently as she could, she pulled back. She gave me a smile, but I knew what that pull away meant.You’re getting too close for comfort. Remember this works well because you are on the same page. Don’t jump ahead.

“What are you going for, Chance?” she said.

She said it as flirtatiously as she could, beginning to unbutton her shirt. My eyes lit up and my cock got rock hard. I wanted her, sure… but goddamn, for a girl so pretty, she could be so bad.

“You know the answer to that,” I said as I crawled forward on the couch.

“Do I?” she said, her hair fluttering over her face. “I’m not so sure I do. Can you show me?”

I got the message. I didn’t need any more hints. I didn’t need to say anything else, either. I just moved over her, kissed her much harder, and pressed my groin into hers.

Her hands reached down to reach into my pants as she tried to stroke me off. I moved a little more slowly than normal, still with the force of a man in control but not quite like the animal that I was in prior engagements. Claire would see that I had a soft touch as well as a rough one, and that the key laid in the delivery of it all.

Rather than tear at her clothes, I made sure to remove them garment by garment, kissing her on the newly exposed skin that had been there to cover her in the cold air of New York City. I waited until I heard the soft moans, until I saw the hair on her arms, until I saw the quivers of her limbs to move on to the next feature of her body.

Even when I got her naked and I was naked too, even when I could have gotten inside of her, I took my sweet, sweet time.

Claire, on the other hand, got driven absolutely mad by this. I knew she wanted me to fuck her badly, so much so that she was reaching down to push me inside, but I kept it at a distance. This got her sweaty and red so fast I was amazed I hadn’t considered the idea sooner. Granted, I had in other relationships, but I guess I was just apprehensive about doing it with Claire.

Not anymore. Not after tonight.

“Goddamnit Chance get the fuck inside me!” she finally screamed after I’d kissed her neck and her breasts.

“Is that so?” I said, but I went in slowly.

Oh, this was so delicious, watching Claire turn into a kind of sex-crazed devil who justhadto have me inside of her. She grabbed my ass and tried to make me move inside her faster, but I was too strong for her.

That was the funny thing that Claire didn’t realize. Just because I used my strength and dominance to control her didn’t mean I would always treat her as a rag doll to be tossed around. Some nights, she would be like my porcelain doll, to be handled with extreme care as if she might break.

Of course, that turned her into the opposite, but that was half the fun. Two opposing sexual forces, united as one but never quite able to mold perfectly. It was that tension that made this so damn fun.

At one point, she tried to flip me over so she could get on top, seemingly unsatisfied with the pace of it. Well, who was I to refuse a lady such a request? I rolled my hips, never letting her fall off me, but I quickly realized even if I wanted to retain some control, her being on top eliminated any such possibility.

To say that Claire rode me was an understatement. She grinded on me like she would have died if she hadn’t had sex that night. She went at me like a horny teenager, so out of control that she slipped off me more than once and I legitimately worried she would smash into me. But she always stopped just in time and went back at me.

The intensity was such that already, just in this second position, I could feel myself coming. I held it in as best as I could, trying to get Claire to orgasm, but there was only so much I could do with a woman this sexually charged.

She put her hands into my chest, digging her nails in, as her face became so red I almost had to remind her to breathe, Ifeared she would pass out. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed at her command as all the sensation in my body centered into my groin. I could feel the cum rising in me, ready to blow out at any second.