Tempestuous Relations (4 page)

Hallelujah.
Mason took his brother’s hand and rose to his feet on legs that trembled like jelly. He quickly stripped out of his jeans and tank top, casting them onto the floor in his haste to feel his brother’s hands on his naked flesh. “I’m all yours. Do what you want with me.”

By the time he was finished, Dom had removed what remained of his clothing as well. With his head held high, Dom stood before Mason as bare as the day they were born, confident in his nudity. Mason took just a second to look his fill. His wide-eyed gaze absorbed the perfect V of Dom’s torso and the silken skin stretched over lithe muscles. Unlike his own perpetually hard, pierced nipples, Dom’s firm pecs were topped with flat copper discs, making Mason wonder if his twin’s were as sensitive. The barbwire tattoos around each of Dom’s meaty biceps were things of beauty. So manly compared to the little red-tongued smiley face he’d chosen to have etched into his right hip when they’d gone together to get their first tats at eighteen. He couldn’t help but think how much sexier the tattoo would look against Dom’s more muscular physique. Although they were both roughly the same shape and size, Dom was clearly the more fit of the two, with a flat abdomen rippling with muscle and long, athletic thighs thick with sinew.

Mason had always felt like the smaller, more insignificant twin. His body was as stubborn as his mind, refusing to be bent into anything beyond lissome and lean. No matter how much weight he could lift or how far he ran, his frame refused to add any more mass or definition. His build would forever be described as that of a swimmer, although he rarely dipped his toes into anything deeper than the creek during summer fishing trips.

It was no wonder he’d always looked upon his twin as something of a god among men. Men would sell their souls to be sculpted into the same shape Dom had honed through nothing more than good, old-fashioned hard work and persistence. More importantly, he was just as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside.

“
Not to rush you along, but could you get your sexy little ass over here already? As flattering as the staring is, I don’t think I can take much more of it.”

“
Sorry.” Mason moved closer, walking into the warm circle of his brother’s arms. “But you can’t blame me for looking.”

“
Look all you want as long as you touch me, too.” Dom caressed Mason’s cheek, trailing his thumb over Mason’s lower lip. “I want to kiss you.”

“
Please…” Mason tilted his chin up slightly and parted his lips. The first touch of Dom’s mouth was nothing more than a light, tingly sensation. Barely hard enough to be considered a tease. The second pass was a little firmer; the third, an all out assault on Mason’s senses as Dom’s mouth pressed roughly against his own.

He grasped Dom’s biceps to center himself, feeling the muscles flex beneath his grip, and returned his brother’s kiss, twining his tongue over and around its twin.

Dom’s arms enveloped Mason and pulled him flush against his brother’s body. The hard proof of his unwholesome desire found and pressed against a similarly hard appendage, proving once and for all that the desire thrumming through Mason’s veins was mutual.

Dom’s calloused hands explored Mason’s shoulders and back, slowly working lower until his big paws were kneading Mason’s buttocks. His skin sang from the abrasive caresses. His asshole puckered every single time his cheeks were parted, allowing cool air to whisper over his entrance.

Mason had never been so turned on in his life. So much so, he feared he’d come from no more than a few well-placed touches. One inadvertent caress to his hole, a single slip of Dom’s finger over Mason’s greedy entrance, and he’d shoot like a geyser.

Before that could happen, Dom withdrew his mouth and arms from Mason and took a step back. He stared down at Mason with indolent, bedroom eyes. “Get on the bed.”

Mason didn’t need to be told twice. He fell back on the bed, scooted up toward the headboard, and spread his legs in welcome. Then, with what he hoped was a beguiling smile, he crooked his fingers in a come-hither motion. “Come and get me.”

Dom crawled across the mattress, prowling toward Mason on all fours. Once he reached Mason’s side, he dropped down beside him and tugged Mason over onto his side so they were facing each other. “You are so gonna get it.”

“
Promises, promises.” Mason leaned in close and flicked his tongue over Dom’s mouth, teasing as best as he knew how. “There isn’t anything you could do to me that I haven’t already dreamed about a thousand times.”

Without allowing Dom time to respond, Mason pressed his mouth against his brother’s and pried his lips apart. He thrust his tongue past Dom’s teeth and explored the moist cavity beyond, testing the severity of smooth enamel and the slick graze of tongue twining in search of friction.

Mason rocked his hips, pushing his cock against the smooth groove of Dom’s hip. Dom’s tool rubbed against Mason’s lower belly, leaving wet kisses on his skin. Before he could build a rhythm, Dom wiggled his hand between their straining torsos and took hold of Mason’s cock in a firm, callused fist.

The intimate touch scattered Mason’s thoughts and left him reeling for more. For so long he’d dreamed of this moment, of his twin’s hands and mouth on his body. He could hardly believe he was lying there beside Dom, being kissed to within an inch of his sanity, while his brother firmly stroked his cock with long, hard tugs.

Dom pulled his mouth away long enough to whisper, “That’s it. Come for me, Mason. I want to see you shoot before I fuck you.”

Pleasure pooled low in Mason’s groin and spread outward. His ass clenched, wave after wave of liquid shot from his cock. Wet heat spilled over Dom’s fist and splattered Mason’s groin. He whimpered, quivering through the final spurts, while sparks of white light danced in front of his vision.

Through it all, Dom kissed him and caressed Mason, keeping him hard. Finally, Dom’s kisses slowed and then stopped all together. Mason followed his brother’s lips, wanting more.

Dom cupped Mason’s cheek. “You look so beautiful when you come.”

Mason shivered. “Keep stroking me like that and you’ll get to see it all over again.”

Conceited bastard that he was, Dom smirked. “I could go for that.”

“
I couldn’t.” Mason nipped Dom’s chin and then soothed the minor abuse with a flick of his tongue. “The next time I come, I want it to be around your cock.”

Dom groaned. “God, Mason… Are you sure this is what you want? There’s no turning back if we go through with this.”

“
Fuck me,” Mason urged. “Please, Dominic. I need you.”

Dom moved into position while Mason lifted and spread his legs. Using the cum lingering on his fingers to ease the way, he slid two fingers deep into Mason’s ass and gave them a twist. “Jesus, you’re tight.”

Mason groaned. “It’s been a while, but I don’t need much prep. Just fuck me.”

“
If you’re sure…” Dom scooped the remaining cum off Mason’s stomach, used it to slick his erection, and then placed the fat head at Mason’s hole.

Mason’s pulse soared, exhilarated by the feel of Dom’s cock pressing against his entrance. Anticipation made his blood run hot. “Please.” Mason whimpered, tilting his head back to stare up at Dom. “I won’t break. Just take me.”

A flush crept up Dom’s neck and spread to his face, staining his cheeks with a pink hue. “Be patient. I want you to remember every…single…detail of this.” Dom bumped his hips forward, slowly forcing the wide crown through Mason’s asshole. “The night you begged me to take you and make you mine.” He advanced, burying his dick a fraction deeper.

“
Yes!” Mason squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by what Dom’s words implied. “Please…make me yours.”

Dom’s heavy weight bore down on Mason, pinning him to the mattress, as his brother’s thick length speared deeper within his back passage.

“
Oh yeah…” Mason moaned at the sharp burn of Dom’s thick tool spreading him open.

“
Almost there. Just a little more…” Dom stared down at Mason, his expression taut with pleasure. “You’re so damn tight…don’t wanna hurt you.”

“
Don’t stop,” Mason replied. “You feel so big….so good inside me. Waited so long for this, Dom. Need you to keep going, to fuck me like you mean it.”

“
I do.” Dom groaned, his eyelids drooping. He pushed forward with the last remaining inches and stilled, his large body vibrating with tension. “God help me, I want this too.”

Delight rocketed through Mason in response to Dom’s admittance. There was no way to describe how long he had yearned to hear Dom say those words. It seemed like his entire life had been spent longing for his twin.

Dom slowly withdrew a fraction of an inch and eased back inside, grinding against Mason’s ass. His gaze connected with Mason’s as he rocked his hips, retreated, and then forcefully shoved deep once again. Long, slow strokes increased in speed and friction. A gasp spilled from Mason each time Dom thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt.

“
Fuck, yes.” Mason grabbed his legs behind the knees and held himself open for Dom’s onslaught, wanting more. The pleasurable burn in his ass spread to his balls, teasing him with a taste of the friction to come. This moment was the culmination of every forbidden fantasy he’d ever had. He wasn’t ready to accept less than everything.

“
Like that?” Dom asked, slamming deep, over and over.

“
God, yes,” Mason panted. “Fuck me harder. I want to feel you in my ass next week, next year… Give me everything you’ve got.”

Dom set up a fast rhythm, pistoning into Mason with long, hard strokes. The bedsprings squeaked in rhythm with their fucking, putting a soundtrack behind their joined moans and grunts. Mason thrust back against Dom’s invading dick, desperate for the gratifying sting of his brother’s flesh sinking deep inside him. He wouldn’t ever be close enough to Dom, even if they were permanently locked together in the throes of passion. There was no end to the clawing need for Dom—his twin and now his lover.

Once would never be enough.

Dom ground against him, his cock rubbing Mason’s sensitive prostate on every pass. They both groaned when Mason’s body involuntarily clamped down around Dom’s shaft. Dom felt so good inside him, spreading him open and making him burn like no else who’d come before him.

Together, they pushed and pulled, working as one toward a common goal. Mason did his best to clench around Dom, wanting to please his brother as much as himself. The storm building in Dom’s turbulent eyes fed Mason’s desire and revved his longing to see rapture reflected through his mirror image.

Dom slammed into Mason, while Mason rocked his hips and accepted every inch of Dom’s thick cock within his aching channel. Passion the likes of which he’d never felt before flooded his bloodstream with endorphins, making his excitement soar higher.

Mason lifted his legs higher around Dom’s waist. He pressed his heels down against Dom’s ass, urging him on even as he fought to hold back his own climax. Although his body was greedy for satiation, he wasn’t ready for this night to end, the first of many he hoped to spend in his Dom’s arms.

Mason stared up at his twin, watching the nuances of Dom’s expression flitter from pain to pleasure and back again. Dom was teetering on the edge of climax and Mason could relate. He was close as well, so damn near to blowing that tension pooled low in his groin and itched at the base of his spine. All it would take was a little more friction.

Almost there.

He grabbed his cock, stroking from base to tip and back in rapid succession. Tension coiled in his groin and unleashed with a snap of pleasure strong enough to make him shout his lover’s name in the heat of the moment. Every muscle in his body clenched as seed splattered his abs and spilled down over the hand still pumping his prick.

Dom groaned and buried his face in the curve of Mason’s neck, breathing hard against his damp skin. “Mason—God help me—I never knew it would feel this good…feel this
right
.” He moaned, long and low, as his rhythm faltered. After several jerky strokes, his thrusts picked up speed and began to batter Mason’s ass all over again. Dom shoved home with a final, deep lunge. He grunted and held still, his face scrunching up as his dick jerked inside Mason, bathing his channel in wet heat.

Dom chanted Mason’s name as he came, filling Mason with the proof of their indiscretion. Mason had never thought of his name as particularly melodious, but it rolled off Dom’s tongue like honey, inflected with love and passion.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Mason buried his face in the crook of Dom’s neck and held onto his brother. He breathed in the scent of them together, musk and sex, and licked the salt from his twin’s skin.

Making love to Dom was unlike anything Mason had ever experienced at the hands of another lover. The irresistible heat was there, arcing back and forth between them like heat lightning, but so was a deep sense of connection that had always been missing with other men.