Brother's Keeper (21 page)

We eventually get down to work, and I again engross myself in my tasks. I collect the branches that have fallen in the yard and pile them high on the fire pile before cleaning the gutters and then mowing the yard. When we’re finally done for the day and ready to head home, I’m practically pulling out of the driveway before my car door is even closed.

I stop at the grocery store when I hit Allendale and stock up on everything I need for the meal I promised Rowan. The checkout line is slow, and I silently curse the dawdling cashier for keeping me away from Rowan for even longer than I’ve already been away from her. When I finally come through the door with my groceries, Rowan is working on homework at the kitchen table. Her hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, she’s wearing the reading glasses that make her look so fucking sexy, and her skimpy tank top and ever loose pajama pants. I no longer have to wonder what she hides under those baggy pants as I’ve seen every inch of figure, but they remind me of the early days of our time together, when I wondered incessantly about her body.

She helps me put away the groceries, and as she does, I start to peel her clothes off of her. As she reaches to put an extra box of pasta on a high shelf, I pull her tank top up and over her head before she can object. And as she bends to drop a box of dishwasher detergent under the sink, I slide her pants and underwear to her ankles, kissing both cheeks of her ass as I do. She’s now naked and eyeing me suspiciously. But she wastes no time playing my game and starts stripping me of my clothes as well.

When we’re both naked and the groceries put away, we set about cooking. I’m hard as hell the whole time watching her move around the kitchen. And she’s spending an awful long time focusing on my cock rather than anything else, including watching where she is going. And when I catch her running into the kitchen counter because she’s staring at my penis rather than minding her feet, I can’t help but laugh. She blushes furiously before blaming me for her little accident.

I manage to pull off salmon fillets, though having an erection for the past hour is fast becoming excruciating. And as we sit to eat, I struggle to think about anything but her and what I want to do to her body. Her breasts taunt me from across the table as I try to force myself to eat. I’d like to say the salmon was good, but as I was so focused on her tits I can’t really say what it tasted like.

Once dinner is over and the table cleared, I pull her back to my shower and we end our weekend the same way we started it. I wash her body as my erection brushes, nudges, and quite frankly, tries to invade her body anywhere and everywhere it touches her. She finally reaches for me and starts to stroke up and down on my shaft, lathering soap as she goes. It is the touch my body has been waiting for, and once she’s done washing and rinsing me, she kneels and takes me deep in her mouth. I’m beyond eager and keep inadvertently clutching her hair in my fists and pumping her mouth hard, too hard. Every time I try to reign in my thrusts, I fail miserably and find I’m right back to fucking her mouth harshly and invasively. Her eyes are uneasy but trusting as always. I finally give up and pull from her mouth, not wanting to scare her more than I have already, or worse yet, hurt her. I offer a quiet apology as I shake my head in frustration at myself. I’m again reminded of just how much I loathe the feeling of humiliation.

She stands watching me, and I offer her what explanation I can give. “I’m just coming undone. I’m sorry. I can’t stop, and I don’t want to be too rough with you. But I’m either going to fuck the hell out of your face or your pussy and neither is okay.”

She raises a good-natured eyebrow in mock contemplation, and at her smile I start to relax once again. But I’m terrified to touch her. Rowan naked in my kitchen for over an hour after an incredibly long weekend away from her was too much torment for me to handle, and now my restraint for her is perilously close to non-existent. She stands quietly by, waiting for me to give her some sort of direction while I will myself to get a hold of myself.

After thinking and watching her for a long time, I come up with a plan—likely ill-advised, but a plan nonetheless. “I’ll make you a deal. If you promise not to fuck me, I’ll let you tie me up and have your way with me. However tormenting it might be… At least then I don’t have to worry about being too rough with you or doing something I’ll regret.” Again her eyebrows raise, and I’m suddenly afraid this might not have been my best idea ever. But she’s in a good mood and ready to play. She holds her hand out to me, and as I reach out to shake hers, she winks at me. Quite the vixen tonight, isn’t she?

*

The phrase,
“don’t write a check your butt can’t cash”
is running through my head. I’m innervated and electrified at Logan’s suggestions, but what the hell do I know about tying a man up and having my way with him? What does that even mean?
Okay, I can do this.
Besides, he’s used to me making an ass out of myself, and it’s never seemed to bother him before. Let’s just hope this time is no different.

So, with the tables turned for the night, I lead him out of the shower by the hand. I dry our bodies, and his engorged cock jerks every time I brush against it. He’s not kidding. The pained look on his face tells me he’s struggling to behave in any sort of decent manner. Maybe I should tie him up sooner rather than later. I lead him to his bed, and he lies down in the middle with no direction whatsoever. I spy my toe shoes peeking out of my bag on the chair by the bed and quickly pull the satin ribbons from each shoe. The material is silky smooth but strong, and I can only hope this constitutes an appropriate restraint. And as I approach the bed and Logan sees what I carry with me, his incredibly harsh breathing tells me I’m definitely on the right track. He holds his wrists up to the headboard, and I start securing him to the slats with the satin ribbons. Once done, I look at him—insecurity written all over my face. I have no idea what he expects me to do, and I’m suddenly feeling excruciatingly inadequate.

As I start to fidget and panic that I’ve gotten in way over my head, Logan, as always, rescues me. “Come here and kiss me.”

Well that’s easy enough. I lean to his mouth and kiss his soft warm lips. When I meet his eyes again, he asks for more. I don’t hesitate. This I can do. I take his mouth again and start to explore with my tongue. As I glide my tongue over his bottom lip, his breath hitches. I start to relax the more I taste his mouth and feel his passion. I move down his chest as he watches me. I touch his chest, running my fingers over his nipples. They are rock hard, and I lean my mouth to taste him. I lick trails across his chest before nipping his nipples lightly between my teeth. He gasps, and I bolt upright afraid I’ve hurt him.

He reassures me that I haven’t. “Don’t stop. Your mouth feels so good.”

I return to his nipples and let my teeth catch on them as I graze my mouth over his pecs once again. When his breath hitches again, I’m more confident it is for the right reasons. I sit up and let my fingers trail down the side of his chest, brushing so closely to his exposed underarms. His skin shudders, and he pulls against the ribbons securing him to the bed. But his eyes are hungry and focused on mine. He lets his eyes drop to my exposed breasts, and he licks his lips subconsciously at the sight of my naked chest. I lean up to him again, but this time I pull myself up higher on his body. I don’t press my breast to his mouth, but I let it linger above his mouth. It takes only half a moment for him to lunge up to my nipple, pulling it deeply and harshly into his mouth. The strong and incredible suction of his mouth makes me cry out. I’m not sure if it’s pain or pleasure or falls somewhere between, but it’s intense, and I don’t even consider pulling away. I don’t want him to stop.

After he’s left my first breast bruised and raw, I offer him my other, and he just as egregiously devours that nipple as well. Once he’s lessened his grip on my nipple and has taken to laving around it with his tongue, I pull away and return to his body. This time, I start a bit lower, and at the first touch of my tongue on his stomach, his muscles start to twitch. I start to brush my fingers along the tops of his thighs. His body is tight and straining against the restraints. He’s ready for my mouth, and his eyes implore me dangerously.

I move between his legs, and he opens them wide for me, and I take in his glorious body from this most amazing view. His eyes are dark and carnal, and they belong so perfectly to his beautiful face. His chest is well formed and his nipples are still hard as pin heads. The strength of his arms is easily seen in his up-stretched body. And trailing my gaze down his trim stomach, I’m taken aback by the quivering of his tight abdomen. His stomach leads perfectly to his hips and his incredibly large and distended cock that juts up between his hip bones. His thighs, also strong and lean, are as tense and tight as the rest of his body.

As I meet his eyes once more, he begs. “Please. I can’t wait any more.”

Not one to be cruel, I lean instantly to his cock and part my lips to take him within my mouth. He cries out at my first touch, and his hips start to thrust upward to meet my mouth. I pull back and start to stroke his balls in my hands, and he drops his hips back to the bed. Once he’s back under control, I return to his cock again. I push my mouth over the head and down his shaft. My mouth is filled, and I open my throat to allow more of his length. I force my throat to stay open as I continue to sink his cock to its hilt in to my throat. I suck deeply, while his moans intensify, before I turn to using my hand on his cock. I rub up and down his shaft, while I pull the sensitive head of his cock in to my mouth.

Soon he’s panting and fighting to keep his ass on the bed. His heels are dug in to the sheets of the bed, and his legs are pushing and straining hard against it. When he comes, it is with hot streams of cum to the back of my throat. He cries out loudly and harshly as his body curls in on itself. As he pulls his head and chest up, his wrists pull and threaten to break the restraints on the headboard or perhaps the headboard itself. His orgasm continues to rack his body, and his stomach muscles ripple as they work. When he finally collapses back to the bed, I crawl up his body and straddle his hips. My own wetness touches his still engorged cock. My need is so strong it is difficult not to slide along his length and push myself back down on to him, but I heed the terms of our agreement and control my own need to impale myself on him.

But he’s not quite as trusting of my motives, and a look of warning flashes harshly across his face. “Untie me.”

“Do I have to?”

“If you want to come you do,” he retorts, or was it a threat?

“Well, you don’t need your hands for everything.”

He eyes me suspiciously. “That’s true. Did you have something in mind, my dear?”

I do, but I have no idea how to be so bold. So I just beat around the bush, hoping he’ll catch on. “Maybe like Ann Arbor?”

He relaxes, understanding I have no intention of having sex with him. “What about Ann Arbor? We ate some good food, we listened to some good music, we did some shopping. It was a lovely evening. It was one of my favorites ever, actually.”

I can’t disagree with that. He’s feigning confusion like a pro and enjoying my discomfort immensely.

I take a meek stab at the truth. “I was thinking about
after
the Farmers’ Market.”

But he refuses to give in. “Oh, you mean the walk we took at the pier. Or were you thinking about watching the stars on the beach?”

Two can play this little game. I give him my best impression of a bored smirk before pushing off from his stomach and moving to leave. But he’s fast, and before I know it he’s wrapped his legs around me, playfully pinning me to him.

He looks at me with his penetrating stare for a long moment before giving in. “Fine. Have it your way. Were you thinking lighthouse style or beach blanket style?” And there’s that magnificent smile again.

“Up to you. You’re much more skilled in these things than I am…”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I enjoy shocking the hell out of you every time we’re together. But if the choice is mine, lighthouse all the way, baby.”

Cue magnificent smile again, and I melt. I also get wet at the mere memory of the lighthouse. But the technicality of the act starts to set in, and I’m suddenly worried I might have to be a contortionist to pull this stunt off.

Logan, as always, seems to be reading my mind and instantly reassures me. “Don’t worry. You won’t suffocate me. Put your knee at my armpit and your other foot up to the head of the bed. You’ll figure the rest out from there.”

He loosens his hold around my waist with his legs and slowly, nervously, I start working my way up his body to straddle his face as he watches me closely. I do as he says and brace myself on one knee and one foot, holding the headboard for support. He’s correct: it puts me right at his mouth, and in a similar fashion to the lighthouse. I start to thrust to his waiting mouth. With a hand braced against the headboard, I move. I push with just enough pressure for him to get a good hold on my clitoris but not so much to make him uncomfortable.

His mouth may be occupied, but his eyes are all I need to see to know he’s enjoying himself immensely. But I miss his hands and his fingers, and the more my body builds toward orgasm, the more I crave that touch, that penetration. As I near my release, I reach swiftly to one wrist and pull at the ribbon, freeing his hand. He knows what I want and wastes no time sinking two fingers deep within me as my body starts to shudder. As my orgasm subsides, I pull my body back from his mouth as he continues to move his fingers in and out of my pussy. God, he’s good at this.

I stay in place until he slowly withdraws his fingers for the last time. He reaches up, releasing his other wrist, and then swiftly lifts me by my hips and replants me on his lap as he sits up to meet me. He kisses me gently and slowly. He tastes of my scent, and I love that he enjoys my taste so much. It makes me feel so cherished and beautiful. We stay this way for what feels like an eternity. He’s now calm and satisfied, and I take my time kissing my wetness from his chin. He takes his time caressing my back and bottom—running his hands gently over my skin. His cock is nestled between the lips of my sex, but he makes no move to pull himself away from me.