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Adrian choked on the last bite of his omelet, coughing. He finally caught his breath and took a sip of water. “Don’t… Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” I asked, hiding my grin as I started clearing the table.

He shook his head and stood to help. “Don’t play innocent with me. You don’t do it as well as you think you do.” As he set the plate on the counter near the sink, he looked at me, leaning a little closer.

Hinting at a kiss?

“Of course I do,” I assured him. “Because I really am fucking good at it… Or would it be, I really am good at fuck—” I made a face at him, setting the dishes I was holding down and meeting his gorgeous eyes. “All right, that one’s too cliché even for me.” I gazed at him for a moment, feeling tension bleed out of me as I did.

But fuck if I knew what to say.

I kissed him instead, capturing his lips with mine and starting out slow, gentle, before ramping up to something demanding, possessive. I didn’t want him to go anywhere. I wanted to make good on one of the many things we’d agreed to that morning.

When I pulled away, Adrian curled against me and let his head rest on my shoulder. His breath teased my skin, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight.

When he spoke, his words came out low and hesitant. “What time do you have to work? I was thinking… Well, I wanted to… I thought maybe we could, or you could—” He broke off and took a deep breath, but I let him talk instead of interrupting, enjoying the way he rambled. “Do you want to be Master later tonight or tomorrow?” He laughed, and I liked that too. “Did that sound as stupid out loud as it did in my head?”

“Not ‘til four.” I slid my hand down his back to grip his ass, still marveling at the way he just… let me do it. More than that, he wasn’t just letting me do it. He wanted me to do it. “I think this needs to be my pup’s choice,” I murmured against his hair.

Because I was still afraid he was going to back out at any minute, and I never wanted to wonder if he really wanted it or if I’d steamrolled him.

Adrian’s head came off my shoulder, and he glanced at me shyly before looking down at the floor. “I like it when you’re Master. Tomorrow, maybe? Since you’ll probably be home late tonight?”

Nodding, I kissed his forehead. “Sure. We’ll do something easy for now. Movie or something.”

Adrian relaxed in my arms and smiled tentatively. “Yeah, and then like last night… I mean, sleeping together?”

“Mm, I don’t know,” I replied, marveling at this — at him, at the situation, at the sheer impossibility of it all. “Sleeping together sounds amazing, but… I’m saving myself for marriage,” I said, deadpan.

Inwardly, my heart was racing. I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with my arms around him and my nose in his hair, but then, there wouldn’t be much sleeping going on.

Adrian laughed. “I hate to break it to you, but I know that ship has sailed. Want to try again?” He gave me a grin and cocked his head. “You’d better not have a better offer for tonight.”

“Better offer?” I scoffed. “Not unless Zac Efron calls, in which case, you’re royally fucking screwed.” I paused, then offered the expected joke, “Well, he’s really freaking screwed. Or I am. I might even give him a chance at this ass.”

Adrian’s mouth fell open. “You’d…”

His shock pleased me more than I’d have expected. Usually, people thought I was a bottom just because I was lean, because my partners tended to be larger than me. It wasn’t my thing, but that didn’t mean I was going to turn away an experience. “Can’t know what you like if you don’t try it,” I told him.

Adrian’s mouth finally closed. He swallowed before finally finding his voice. “Did you like it?”

I wanted to shrug, to blow it off like I normally did, but I couldn’t help but think of how he’d looked when I’d dodged his questions before. So instead, I thought about it, answering with more care than usual, “Not really.” I did shrug then. “Could’ve been the guy, though. Might be willing to give it another go with the right person,” I gave him a pointed look and quirked a brow, “but I’d rather be the one taking his ass.” Bold. Far bolder than I had been, considering I was talking about fucking my brother’s ass. I didn’t bother to stop there. Instead, I grabbed his ass with both hands, yanking him against me. “What do you think, big brother?” I purred against his mouth.

He swallowed and just looked at me for a moment. “Before you walked in on me, I couldn’t imagine it… it feeling good to bottom, but I never thought about topping a guy either. Even when the idea still scared me, which it still kinda does, I was always the bottom. Is that wrong?”

I shook my head, sliding my hand up to the small of his back, then under his shirt so I could rest my palm against smooth, warm skin. “Nothing wrong with liking what you like, Adri,” I told him, kissing him gently. “Happens to work out for us, doesn’t it?” I paused, then asked — and fuck, I hated the wobble in my voice — “I mean, I know that’s… that’s kind of…”

God damn it. I never stammered!

Adrian blushed and gave me a shy nod. Snuggling even closer to me, he laid his head down on my shoulder again. “I like that it works out for us. I liked it when you played with my tail. It was weird but once I got used to how it felt, it was… nice, um, good. I mean… I’d do it again. With something besides the tail.”

My breath caught, and I abruptly started to harden in my pants. There was so much I’d wanted to do today, but the idea of showing my brother that I could bring him a world of pleasure in an entirely new way…

At the same time, I was scared that if we rushed too much, it would just be over — that it would only go so far, then there’d be nothing left. All of it would just be… gone.

“Then maybe we’ll see if I can blow your mind with just how good I can make you feel,” I said. “But unless you want me to do a caveman impression and drag you into your room…”

Adrian got still. “Is caveman like being Master? I liked that.”

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