My Brother's Best Friend (14 page)

As my body relaxed, Devin looked up and smiled. “You are so sexy right now.”

“Really? I don’t even know what I’m doing. I just know that felt amazing.”

Devin climbed up on the bed after shedding his jeans and boxers and came to lie beside me. “Wait until you experience this next part.” His mouth captured mine and again my body was on fire. My hands reached up and wrapped around his neck as he positioned himself above me. I knew what was about to happen, but I wasn’t anxious. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.

Devin continued kissing me and as I waited, I realized he didn’t want to do something I wasn’t ready for. As he began to kiss my neck, I ran my hands down his back. “Devin, please, I’m ready. I want this. I want you.”

It was enough to drive him over the edge, and he plunged into me. I gasped at the feeling and as he began to move in a rhythmic way, my body responded on its own accord, matching his movements, driving us both to the edge and over.

When we were both finally spent, he pulled me closer to him and held me in a gentle and caring way.

Maybe I really did want him to care for me. Could I possibly love Devin?

I didn’t know what to say when he finally lifted himself on his elbow and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “How do you feel?”

I decided to be honest with that much at least. So I smiled genuinely and looked up at his face. His brow was slightly furrowed, and it made me smile wider. He was nervous, anxious even, to know what I was thinking. “It felt amazing,” I told him. “You were wonderful. I didn’t know that it could be so explosive.”

Devin smiled and kissed my forehead chastely, then said the thing I wanted to hear least. “I’m glad I could give you such an experience.”

I suddenly realized this had just been about teaching me something and for some reason my heart sank. He was vastly more experienced than me and for him this was probably just 'standard issue' with all the girls. It hurt so badly. I wanted him to really care about what just happened.

My smile faded, and I suddenly became conscious of the fact I was still naked. I turned slightly and reached down to pull the sheet over me.

“Is something wrong, Christy?” He could sense something was different.

I just smiled, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “No, nothing is wrong. You gave me something that I won't forget, something that has helped me. You gave me the perfect lesson.” I felt him stiffen but thought it was because he was cold out of the covers. “What do people normally do after they’ve, well, you know?”

Devin didn’t say anything as he shifted to sit at the edge of the bed. He pulled his jeans off the floor and pulled then on. “Well, usually after both reach their climax, a couple would enjoy each other’s company, lying together under the covers and maybe they would even fall asleep in each other’s arms. But since I’m just your teacher…” His harsh tone made me flinch. “I’ll let you wash up and get dressed.”

I wasn’t sure what was going on. I watched as he walked out of my room and shut the door without even looking in my direction. For the second time that night, my heart sank and I couldn’t help feeling like whatever happened was my fault. It felt like prom night with Eric. He had just gotten dressed and left with no word to me.

I followed his directions and took a shower, longer than I intended to, and walked back into my bedroom wrapped in my towel. I was replaying everything in my head, and I couldn’t help but flush from the heat of thinking about his soft caresses and his passionate kisses and his expert maneuvers. It was right then that I realized what had happened.

He had said, “After both reach their climax” the couple lies down together. He had made me climax twice but what had I done for him? Did I even rouse him while he was in me? What if he was upset with the lack of attention I paid him? I was so consumed with what I was feeling I didn’t even bother asking about his needs.

I thought back to what had transpired just an hour ago and the heat rose within me. I didn’t want to leave things the way they were, but even more, I just wanted to be with Devin again. Even if he thought it was just some lesson. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, his mouth kissing me. I wanted him.

I tightened the towel around my body. All the lights were off except the light seeping under Devin’s bedroom door.

Hesitantly I raise my hand to the knob and opened the door. “Devin?” I whispered.

I popped my head into his room, and he looked up from the computer in his lap. He was propped up against the pillows under the covers.

“What is it, Chris?”

“I don’t want to leave things how we left them,” I told him, referring to his lack of satisfaction.

Devin shook his head. “Yeah, uh, I don’t either. Maybe this would be best said if you didn’t come here in just your towel.”

I smiled. “This just makes it a whole lot easier.”

“What do you—” I dropped my towel before he could say anything further. “CJ,” he groaned. “What are you doing?”

“I came to give you what you gave me, Dev,” I said, walking up to the bed and leaning down toward him. I climbed onto the bed, the sheet still between us and leaned forward. Our lips touched and his hands closed the computer and set it on the side table before taking my face gently. He kissed me, and I remembered why I had come to his room in the first place. My hands trailed down his smooth chest as I straddled him.

Devin groaned, and I smiled into the kiss. My hands trailed down his chest as he began to kiss my neck. I momentarily forgot my mission. I forced my eyes open and pulled back a little. Devin’s eyes opened as he realized I was no longer in the range of his mouth, his delicious devouring mouth that made me melt like butter.

Focus.

I smiled as I moved my hips over his growing hard on. Devin sunk his head back on the pillows, and I took that as my opportunity to give him what he had given me. I began to kiss his neck and slowly moved down while still gyrating my hips.

“You’re killing me, Chris,” he groaned as I moved further down. I positioned myself to remove the sheet but before he could thrust into me, I slid down. Devin looked up, disappointed, and I smirked at his expression then lowered my head.

His gasp told me what I was doing was what he wanted, even if he didn’t say it. His hands moved to my hair as I continued to suck on him. My tongue ran down the length of him, and he groaned.

“I want to be inside you, baby.” His voice sounded desperate. “No more teasing.”

“You don’t want me to finish?” I asked, taking him in my mouth once more.

His hands gripped my hair, and I knew he was close to release. But before I could finish, he bent down and lifted my head. “I want to be inside of you. I want to feel you tight around me,” he said, caressing my cheek. “I want to make you feel what I feel, CJ.”

“I’ve already felt it. You gave me that feeling earlier. I wanted to do the same for you.”

“You never have to do something because I do it to you,” he said, pulling me down by him. “Now, let me love you.”

His lips crushed mine, and I moaned as his tongue explored my mouth. His hands caressed my breasts then his mouth closely followed. I raked my hands through his hair and then ran them down his back.

“Please,” I whispered.

One simple word, and Devin was inside of me. Our hips moved together like we were made for each other. I wrapped my legs around him, and he began to thrust harder. I moaned, and my breath began to come in short gasps. The same ecstasy was building to an almost explosive eruption.

“Devin!” I screamed. His lips crushed mine as we climaxed together.

Devin collapsed on top of me, and I slowly caught my breath. My hand reached up to play with his hair as he placed soft kisses on my shoulder. I moaned softly then Devin chuckled, a weird feeling while still connected to him. It was an intimate connection, something I knew you wouldn’t do if you didn’t care for your lover. It put a smile on my face.

Devin lifted his head. “What’s the smile for?”

I shook my head.

“So you’re happy?”

I nodded. “Can I stay with you?” I wanted to feel like a real couple, not just some teacher and student. I wanted to know what it felt like to wake up to the person you loved.

Devin kissed my nose lightly and nodded. He put his hands on either side of me, ready to pull out, but instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Don’t go yet,” I whispered.

“Chris, we just had sex twice, both times without a condom. It was irresponsible, I know, and I shouldn’t have put you in that position.”

I smiled just a little, keeping my legs around him even as he rolled over. I kissed his tight lips. “I’m on the pill. You don’t have to worry, you don’t have to apologize. Don’t make this out to be something dirty, just love me with the same heat as before,” I said, my face hiding on his shoulder.

“You’re too irresistible for your own good, Chris. Now just lie with me, there are other ways to love you,” he whispered.

I lifted my head and kissed his lips before climbing off and settling in beside him.

“Now just sleep, you’ll be tired in the morning.” He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me and for once I felt complete, like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.

And that’s when I knew I was lost, lost to the world. I was a goner. I was completely and utterly in love with Devin Malone. And the worst part was, that I knew he was pretending. But our pretend world was much more appealing than a world without him in it.

M
y phone chirped at work the next day. I hoped it wasn’t Mitch saying he’s coming back early…

Nope, it was Devin.

Hey.

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Sent from someone who misses you.

Hey, back at you, but

who exactly misses me?

There are a lot of people

I know who could miss me.

Is that so? Well, if it helps you

to remember, I’m the tall one with

brown hair who knows you had to cover

up a hickey on your neck this morning.

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Sent from the cause of said hickey

Hmm. I do remember something about a

tall man with brown hair…I’ll have to

give it some more thought. But in the

meantime, someone here misses you too.

You are so incorrigible, CJ.

You will never give up, huh?

I’ll just have to make you remember tonight.

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You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into

The past week had given me a glimpse into what Devin really is like, and he’s nothing like I described him before. He’s kind, loving and even though he’s pretending, I know that was how he really would treat someone he was in love with. He would treat them with respect and love them with his whole heart. He would give them more than they deserved.

I love him, it’s as simple as that. And it has taken me eight years to face the fact I once knew and had decided to forget. I love Devin Malone, and there is nothing I can do about it apart from telling him the truth, which would utterly destroy our friendship, not that our fake relationship wasn’t doing that already. I’m sure Dr. Stone would say there is no going back, once you’ve crossed the line between friends and something more. And we have definitely crossed that line.

No, I would rather just love him for as long as I can and face the pain and heartache when we end whatever it is we have. He doesn’t need to know my true feelings, it would only complicate things. Besides, he doesn’t feel the same way. So for now, I will pack up my things, head to Devin’s apartment and pretend I don’t like the guy who knows every inch of my body, pretend I don’t care for the guy who makes me feel alive again, and pretend I don’t love the guy who’s the kindest, sweetest, most caring person I’ve ever known.

Can I just say that last night was amazing? Yet again, I felt like I was where I was supposed to be. I left work and drove to Devin’s apartment. He and Mitch used to live there together before my parent’s death. It was their bachelor pad, now it was just Devin’s place. I parked in visitor parking and buzzed his apartment.

“Chris?” Devin’s voice sounded surprised. I was a little early, I supposed.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Okay, come up, but wait outside the door.” I giggled as the door buzzed open then preceded to climb the one flight of stairs to the second floor. I waited outside the door until Devin opened the door quickly. “Sorry.”

“Had to put away the inappropriate magazines and pictures of the girls you fantasize about?” I smiled.

“There’s only one girl I like to think about,” he said, bending down and kissing my lips softly. “Come on, I made something delicious, just for you.”