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“You couldn’t handle me,” I say.
He slaps a hand against the wall by my head. Sutter’s got big eyes and his hair falls into them, making him all sultry and shit.
“Just a kiss.”
One thick finger nudges my jaw. I break like thin ice. His lips crush mine, and my back hits the wall. Sutter’s breath lights me on fire and I can’t breathe. I paw at his solid torso. I want him now, want him to take me right against this building.
This is good. It works out. If he fucks my brother that’s an unforgivable. I’ll be forced to give up my addiction and the banethrust into my life will be gone. Fuck my friends, I’ll give myself the intervention.
I go for his belt.
“How about a fuck? You got condoms?”
He reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket. “I was a boy scout. I always come prepared.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve already been treated to several of his preparedness lectures because I’m never prepared. Being paranoid is Sutter’s full-time hobby.
I almost make a quip about it, but I’m “Stacey” and I don’t know about his annoying insanity.
“Perfect.” I move to tackle his belt buckle, but I’m turned around instead.
“Don’t think so, Alderchuck. I’m in charge.”
Stacey would never let anyone take charge of anything. My brother comes across as mild-mannered, but try and tell him you’re going to do something he doesn’t want you to do. Sutter doesn’t know that. “You’d better fuck me hard, Sutter.”
He’s already unzipping my pants, yanking them down. Those coarse fingers of his scrape against my skin, igniting intense need. Fuck, his fingers alone have the power to turn me into an aching livewire of arousal.
“You’ll have so much trouble sitting, your shithead twin’ll feel it.”
As Stacey, I’d tell him off for that, but I’m also my brother fucking my, uh, brother’s repeat hook up so maybe my brother needs to come off as kind of a dick. Fuck, this is getting complicated. I’m too aroused to worry about insults right now.
“Just get your dick in me, asshole.”
There’s little prep. Just two of his oh-so-good fingers up my ass to grease the way with some lube.
“Yeah.Yeaaaaah,” I groan. It’s been days. Days too long. I’ve had to work and Sutter’s off doing whatever he does.
“You like that, huh? Just like your brother.”
“Don’t talk about my brother while we’re fucking.”
“Not fucking you yet.” My next insult is lost as a jumble of moans while his fingers torture me from the inside. I stick my ass out more, enjoying the in-and-out slide. There’s a jangle and the fingers leave.
“Sutter!”
“Gimme a fuckin’ second,” his gravel-rough voice says. “I need both hands to put the rubber on.”
“People walk by this alley. You need to hurry it up.”
He mutters something I can’t make out, but at least I feel his condom-sheathed cockhead at my entrance. I push back more, greedy for it. So hungry for his dick. It can’t be healthy to like one man’s dick so much.
Sutter teases, dipping the head in, greasing his dick along my crease. Then,shove, and in. Ahhh. Yeah, that’s the stuff. This cock is what dreams are made of. He grips my hips, slowly sliding in and out, not rushing like he should be.
It’s in the back of my mind that anybody could come out here. Anyone could park back here. Pretty sure the wine delivery’s coming today, to be honest. But fuck. I need this. Who knows when we’ll meet up again, or if we will? In a week, I’m going on the Meyer family camping trip. Not long after that, training camp starts. These fuck sessions over the summer have been scattered and tumultuous, every fuck volatile enough to be the last.
I’ve chased him out of my house with a butcher knife. He’s shoved me out of his apartment in nothing but boxers, clothes tossed at my head out the door. I never know if he’ll call me again, and I sure as fuck ain’t calling him. It’s against my constitution.
It’s also the last weeks of nobody knowing who we are. Not really. Sure, the odd die-hard hockey fan might be really into theAHL and notice us, but unlikely in Vancouver. This’ll be over for real then.
