Page 39 of Enemies with Benefits (Finding the Right Brother #1)

"Yeah, well, let's see that same energy when I finally convince you to have your turn," he said, smacking my chest with his knuckles hard enough to send a reverberation through my muscles.

"Ow," I grunted, wanting to hit him back, but still afraid to move.

"You deserve worse than that," he said, eyes narrowed. "You're lucky I know you're just a clumsy virgin, or I'd tell you to fuck off."

"I'm not a virgin."

"A gay virgin."

"I'm not gay!"

"This is gay sex."

"If we're both bi, wouldn't it make it the truest bi sex there is?"

"I...stop making sense while your dick is inside me."

Which brought me back to reality, and I was suddenly no longer distracted by his predicament and anger.

I was now firmly aware of the tight heat gripping me fiercely, and where it had been so fierce it felt like a death grip that would skin me if I dared to move, it was now simply a force that threatened to tip me over the edge.

A shiver ran through me as I stared down at where our bodies were now joined, and I realized that I was actually inside another man.

Not just that, but I wanted to be even deeper, and I wanted to see and feel the way he reacted as I fucked him.

"Think you can handle going slow?” he asked with a cock of his brow. "Or do I need to take over and ride you?"

"Ride me next time," I grunted, slowly pushing forward.

It wasn't like I wasn't used to having to take it slow, I was well aware of my size after all.

That slowness, however, was an agony I hadn't expected.

All I wanted was to feel myself completely embedded inside him, and I found a new reason to wish my dick was a few inches shorter so I could get to that point sooner.

"Next time," he said, his breath coming out practiced and careful as I took my time. "Already thinking about the next time."

"Shut up," I told him roughly, trying to focus.

Mostly on taking my time, because if I focused on the feelings coming from what we were doing, I was going to lose it.

Either lose control and push into him far too fast because every instinct inside me was roaring for just that, or lose it and come right there, which would have ruined the entire thing.

I had no idea how long it took before I was completely inside him, but it had taken far too long for my liking.

I didn't know when I’d started holding my breath, but I felt myself exhale as my hips pressed against his body.

The feeling was...intense. I couldn't remember a time anyone had ever gripped me like that, and it had been long enough since I'd last been with someone that I'd forgotten how warm it could get being inside another person.

"Goddamn," Mason breathed after about a minute, his body squirming slightly as if trying to find a comfortable position. "It's been a minute."

"Really?" I asked in surprise.

"What? Most people take one look at me and automatically assume I'm going to be the one doing the fucking. I don't get to experience this as often as I'd like."

It only then occurred to me that it was enjoyable for him, though I'd never understood why having someone shove something up your ass was enjoyable.

Then again, it clearly was, otherwise why would either of us be here?

Mason definitely was not the type to...roll over and take something for the sake of someone else, especially if it was uncomfortable.

"So, uh, you planning on doing something or are you just going to sit there and stare at me?” he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

I blinked, coming back to the moment and looking at him. I realized that the squirming I'd seen earlier had been the same impatience. Clearly, I’d been willing to wait longer than he was, but when it came to whether it was time to start, I had to defer to the one being on the receiving end.

I wasn't going to argue, which was a miracle, but there would be plenty of time for that later.

I gripped his waist and held tight, using my hold to pull back slowly, to get a feel for what I was working with.

His body continued to grip me, but it was far from the tight hold of before, but still more than enough to send small shockwaves of pleasure through me.

Halfway out, I slid back in completely, repeating the motion until I was almost completely out and back in just as slowly as before.

My pace allowed me to savor the sensation as I rocked back and forth, getting to experience fucking someone's ass for the first time.

That degree of care allowed me to keep control, feeling fantastic without threatening to send me over the edge like I'd been half a dozen times in the past ten minutes. I could have probably kept the pace and rhythm up all night if I’d been allowed to.

"Jesus Christ, are we fucking or not?" Mason growled, breaking through the haze that had filled my thoughts.

I snapped my head up, scowling at his dirty look. "Are you the one doing this, or am I?"

"If you don't actually start doing something then I am going to do it, one way or another," he said, grabbing his dick, which, despite his annoyance, was still rock hard.

He waved it at me, and I didn't need him to say any more, I knew the 'threat' for what it was.

Well, it was a threat as far as I was concerned, and he knew it.

Then again, even if he was threatening to take control, that was enough of a threat, which he also knew.

Seriously, fuck him for knowing me that well. Not even people I’d dated knew me as well as the man I had spent years in mutual hatred with, how fucked up was that?

With a growl of annoyance, I snapped my hips and buried myself from tip to root in one swift motion.

I was rewarded not just with the sensation of finally fucking him, but also the choked gasp that was forced out of his mouth.

Grinning, I gripped his hip with one hand and placed the other onto his chest, effectively pinning him in place.

I ground down into him, making him give another gasp that quickly melted into a low groan coming from the depths of his chest.

From there, I kept pounding into him, rough enough that with anyone else, I would have been worried that I was going too far.

Considering I had been far rougher fighting him, and he wasn't exactly complaining, I kept going.

Not once did he push me away or make me slow down.

In fact, he seemed to be getting off on the rough treatment as much as he was getting off from my dick slamming into him.

I didn't realize what he was doing until it was too late, but he'd managed to reach down and begin stroking himself, his breath coming in sharp bursts.

His muscles tensed quickly, and I could feel a quiver in his legs wrapped tightly around me, as if trying to keep me from getting too far away.

Then he gave a groan and his body went taut, the muscles around my dick gripping even more fiercely than before, and I felt the last, thin threads of my self-control give way to the pleasure that had been building from the moment I'd entered him.

My body locked up, and all I could manage was one last thrust, my body somehow going rigid and yet completely limp.

A low groan quickly built in intensity and rolled out of me as I poured into him while Mason splattered his chest. I couldn't remember the last time it had felt so good, pleasure rocketing through me, bouncing around and taking over every sense, wiping out all thought.

When it was done, we were both left gasping, his chest rising and falling rapidly while I was left to pull out of him weakly.

I barely noticed my own mess as I pulled out, just enough to realize that I must have exploded inside him if it was following me out.

With a sigh, I flopped my butt down onto the bed and sat there, sagging as I tried to get my breath back.

"So," he began a few minutes of silence later, "did that do anything to change your mind?"

"About what?" I asked, trying to get my brain around whatever he was talking about.

He snorted. “About whether or not you're strictly straight, because I'm going to be honest, that was the least straight thing you did."

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, yes, are you happy? Fucking you, officially proved I'm not straight."

"Well, that too. But I meant the kissing part," he said, sitting up to join me at the edge of the bed, snatching up a shirt from the floor to wipe his chest and stomach. "I could maybe accept a guy just being curious if he was down for fucking around. But kissing? That's a whole new level."

I watched him wipe himself, absorbing what he had just said, and thought about it.

There was no denying that he had a point.

I'd known that some line had been crossed, but I hadn't had the time to think.

There was a certain intimacy that came from what, at face value, seemed like the smallest, most innocent of acts.

It wasn't like I had ever balked at kissing a sexual partner before, but those had all been women.

On some level, I must have been aware of the importance because I had never kissed him until today, and just as interesting, he had never tried to kiss me either.

"Mmm," he groaned, giving a stretch. "Don't think too hard or you'll stress yourself out."

"That's your advice? Just don't think about it?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at the lack of responsibility.

"I said don't think too hard," he said with a shrug. "Obsessively thinking about shit doesn't do anything but stress people out and give them no answers. So why bother?"

"So what should I do instead?" I asked, realizing I was genuinely curious what he thought.

"I think you should enjoy the fact that you just wrecked the living shit out of me," he said with a laugh. "And that with the night free, you have no other obligations. If you want, we can chill here for a while and maybe find the energy to go another round later."

"Seriously?" I asked in surprise, glancing down at him. "Even after...that?"

"You mean after you fucked me stupid?"

"Is that a compliment?"

"Oh yeah. You're still a bastard, but you're a bastard with a damn fine body and dick, and you fuck like a champ."

"I've never had complaints."

"I bet, though I'm going to try not to think too hard about that."

"What, why?" I asked as he stared at me meaningfully, and then I thought about it and winced. Right, his sister. "Oh. Yeah, uh, forget I asked."

"Deal...so?"

"So?"

"Jesus, are you going to hang out here for a while with me or not?"

Something inside me said there was a lot more to that question than first appeared.

Of course, to find out that meaning, I would have to peel back the surface and start rooting around.

At the same time...what was the point? I had already tried to do that a few times when it came to what had been going on between us, and it had yielded next to nothing.

Any answers had come from...well, doing what he had just said, not thinking too hard, and simply going with whatever happened.

"Sure," I said with a shrug as if the answer didn't feel like it bore the same weight, if not more, than the question itself.