Twin Ties 2: Twin Affairs (30 page)

Evan couldn’t even try to pretend he didn’t think Brennan dominating him was sexy as fuck.

His head came up off the pillow as he peered apprehensively down his body when Brennan slid lower. The tip of Brennan’s tongue curled, flicking up over the stiff nub of Evan’s nipple, then began drawing little circles around the areola before Brennan simply sealed his lips around it and sucked. That was bad enough as it was—in a good way—but then Brennan pushed Evan’s thighs apart and proceeded to make a loose fist around Evan’s stiffened cock, not trying to give Evan any sort of relief, just to make him crazy with arousal.

It worked. Evan whined in feeble complaint and tried to shut up but then Brennan started to rub in tiny swoops over the tip of Evan’s weeping cock, playing with his slit, tracing around the head. Evan was able to bear it silently for the first couple of minutes. Brennan nearly sucked his nipple raw before nipping at it with his teeth, tugging on it and increasing the delicious, small pain which rocketed down to Evan’s dick. It twitched against Brennan’s hand. Brennan chuckled almost soundlessly and shifted to Evan’s other, neglected nipple. Evan attempted a gentle but desperate little thrust against Brennan’s hand but it only caused Brennan to loosen his grip even more, pulling his palm away from Evan’s skin when he moved to rub and get some friction. He played only with the head, stimulating the nerves.

After a solid fifteen minutes of that, with Brennan alternating nipples, he left them bruised with marks from suckling and biting them for so long and so intensely. Evan’s cock was dripping wet with pre-come and swollen enough to hurt. Every gentle graze of Brennan’s fingertips was like fire licking his shaft, and his balls felt so heavy and full it was like they were about to explode.

That was why, initially, Evan was nothing but grateful when Brennan changed tactics, altering his method of attack. Brennan shifted down between Evan’s legs, getting comfortable on the bed.

He took one long, pointed lick from root to tip up Evan’s cock, licking away a trail of pre-come and humming quietly with pleasure at the taste only to pull away and sink lower, leaving Evan’s aching erection untended.

“Mmm!” Evan grunted sharply in complaint, surging up as far as his tightly bound arms would let him in his quest to rub his over-hard cock against something and get off. He scowled in frustration at Brennan who just smiled wider and palmed Evan’s butt cheeks. Brennan pulled them apart and tilted Evan’s hips slightly as his pink tongue slipped out, his darkened eyes closing. With evident pleasure, Brennan licked deliberately over Evan’s hole, circling around and around it before teasing the end of his tongue at the clenched knot in the center.

The air rushed from Evan’s lungs. His eyes rolled up in his head as delirious, forbidden, heady lust lit him up. Brennan pointed the thick muscle of his tongue and breached Evan with it, moving in and out of his rim, shallowly, getting it wet with saliva.

Evan had showered for almost a half-hour after the fishing excursion, both to get clean and also to avoid further ‘quality family time’ that night if at all possible. He had cleaned everywhere, doing everything he could think of to occupy his time in the stall, putting off the inevitable return to the living quarters to have dinner with Charlie and Brennan. Now he was glad for it as Brennan stretched him gently but with determination, pressing obscene, wet kisses to his opening as he licked over Evan’s inner walls, tongue-fucked his rim with pulsing little penetrations, pulling out completely only to thrust back in, letting Evan really feel it every time he was breached.

Legs fallen open wide, Evan curled his knees back of his own accord, without prompting or guidance from Brennan, presenting his ass like a wanton whore for servicing, because yeah, it really did feel that good and who cared if Charlie heard anyway. In fact, he was so far gone he decided it’d totally be worth bearing the horror of being discovered for just a few more moments of Brennan’s tongue stuffed up his hole, his soft, silky lips kissed up around the rim.

Brennan curled and twisted the muscle of his tongue, licking everywhere he could reach. When he still wanted more, he buried a finger in Evan as well to pull him open wider and tried to lick farther.

It went on for longer than Evan would have thought possible, his thighs trembling, his reddened cock dripping pre-come in a puddle on his belly.

By the time Brennan got up and reached for the lube, Evan was so desperate to get fucked, he was actually crying silent tears. They leaked from the corners of his eyes, his whole body throbbing and flushed with the pulsing of blood through his veins. Every single inch of him was oversensitive and highly reactive to each touch Brennan gave him. Sweating, straining, growling near-silent curses behind his gag, his short hair plastered to his forehead in dark, dripping spikes, Evan watched avidly as Brennan coated his dick with the shiny lubricant.

Brennan leaned back down. He favored Evan with a few swipes of his flattened tongue over his drawn-up testicles, taking rolling, wide licks over them. Then he twisted two fingers up Evan’s asshole, smearing lube, making Evan shudder and buck, fucking himself down on Brennan’s fingers like a slut, his face contorted with glorious anguish. Brennan watched this, how hot for it Evan was, eating it up.

Planting a hand beside Evan’s head, Brennan aligned himself with his brother’s slick, puckered entrance as Evan wrapped his legs up around Brennan’s back, ready for it, willing to do absolutely anything in order to get Brennan’s cock in him.

So slowly it was torture, Brennan pressed the head of his dick into his brother, being overly careful as he entered him, spreading the ring of muscle. It hugged the bulbous crown, opening for him more the harder he pushed. Needing to come, to move and hump Brennan’s cock, Evan whimpered and tried to press himself down farther onto Brennan but he didn’t have enough leverage or slack to do it. Brennan’s lips parted in a soundless groan, his eyes rolling back as his eyelashes fluttered closed. The head of his cock slid past Evan’s rim, nestling there as the muscle closed up, hugging behind the ridge, locking their bodies together.

Shuddering subtly with the intense, taboo pleasure, Evan waited for Brennan to thrust, needed it desperately. When he didn’t thrust—when he just started to make one of those maddeningly serene, focused-but-calm faces like he did when he was doing yoga, controlling his breathing—Evan grew worried.

Brennan didn’t move, he stayed right there, barely inside Evan. Tied to the bed, his dick hard as iron, a cockhead lodged just inside his ass, Evan was frantic but trapped. Growling back in his throat, Evan tried to stay still and not freak out. His body thrummed and Brennan was a statue, not moving a muscle, his back bowed, his arms both planted on the bed beside Evan. Evan’s legs were wound around him but Brennan’s legs extended down the bed. Knowing it was futile, Evan murmured and whined, pleading wordlessly with his brother to fuck him but the lustful, greedy nature of the begging, keening sounds only made Brennan moan, inspiring him to hold out longer, to see how long he could last, mastering his own need to push deeper. Evan suspected if he sounded like he was in pain or truly scared, Brennan would end it in a heartbeat, but Evan wasn’t either of those things. He was just horny and impatient.

Finally, Brennan relented and moved, driving into Evan in a very gradual, measured push, going so easy on him more sobbing tears slip from Evan’s eyes. Brennan made love to him gently, in long, deep strokes, kissing over Evan’s jaw and neck, even kissing his lips through the tape. It was the hottest thing Evan had ever experienced. A few times, Evan managed to grind down onto Brennan hard enough for his cock to bob up and skitter over Brennan’s body in a slow drag before slapping back down against his own. It was as much as he could get, but the denial was just an added spice heating up the sex that much more.

Brennan came silently, with an expression of wrenched bliss.

Purged, he pulled out and lay beside Evan on the bed, catching his breath. Meanwhile, Evan mewled behind the tape and writhed on the bed, strung up by his arms which were still pulled over his head. His dick was so erect and swollen dark it became painful.

As soon as Evan crossed over that line, as if Brennan felt him go over the edge the second it happened, he acted. Feather-light, gentle as could be, Brennan stroked Evan’s shaft, root to tip. He did it again and again. Everything in him focused on the touch, the tug, Evan snapped his hips. He erupted, shooting in a wide arc. Hot come splattered up to Evan’s chin, down his sweat-streaked neck, over his chest. Brennan pumped him through it as Evan trembled, all sound choked off completely in his throat.

Brennan pulled off the tape.

Evan moaned oh-so-softly, “God, Bren.
Brennan
.” He thrust within the loose grip of Brennan’s fist, riding it out, looking blissfully delirious. Evan kept spurting come in little pulses. Brennan lowered his head to lick Evan’s belly clean, eliciting a thunderous moan from Evan that broke off for fear of Charlie.

An hour later, Brennan and Evan had cleaned up with wipes from a canister typically kept hidden under the bed. Evan was lying boneless on the bed on his stomach, looking sated and supremely happy. Brennan was propped up on his side beside Evan, drawing patterns over the curve of Evan’s bare ass with his fingertips.

On a whim, Brennan rolled so he was on top of Evan’s back.

Evan moaned softly, smiling and spreading his legs to make room. Brennan pressed a kiss to the back of Evan’s neck.

It made Evan arch his spine in a gentle curve, his ass pushing up off the bed. Brennan’s dick perked up at the clench of Evan’s butt cheeks around it, twitching, thickening fast, so Brennan drew his hips back a few inches, altered his angle and, without warning, with a single hard thrust, entered Evan again.

Evan grunted, startled, before he clapped his lips shut. His hips tilted, his back bowing even more to meet Brennan’s next push, taking his whole length easily. Brennan bottomed out with a light slap of his pelvis against the bottom of Evan’s ass.

“
Evan
,” Brennan moaned, biting his lip and pounding into him, driving his cock hard and fast. Strangled, broken sounds emitted from Evan as he fought to be quiet, so full of Brennan so fast. When Evan rocked down against the mattress, seeking friction, Brennan held him down to prevent it. He drove in with force and forbade Evan’s release. It just made it even better. Evan’s rectum was come-slick and slippery, hot and tight. Brennan fucked it until he was climaxing a second time that night, emptying another load into his brother. Seeing stars, tingling everywhere, he swayed as he recovered. Without pulling out, he collapsed on top of Evan, still holding him down, breathing hot against his neck as Evan whimpered.

“Bren, please. Please let me. You make me so hard.”

“No,” Brennan growled. “You just fucking lay here and take it.”

Evan moaned, pulling him in for another kiss.

When Brennan began to stir, rising slowly out of heavy sleep and unsettled dreams, he was too groggy to be able to pinpoint the sound he was hearing. They’d been up half the night having sex and were still nude, tangled in each other and a sheet which didn’t hide much at all. Brennan was spooned up behind Evan with his hips tucked snugly against the tight curve of Evan’s backside. They were both in dire need of a shower and still sticky with come. Brennan’s morning wood was perfectly cradled in the crease of his brother’s ass and his left arm was looped around Evan’s body, his hand palming Evan’s lower abdomen. Evan was using Brennan’s bent right arm as a pillow, holding it tenderly with both hands.

They both were on their sides, facing the door, and Brennan wondered at first if he was dreaming. A muffled, gruff voice he didn’t initially recognize was cursing and there was a strange rattling sound. By the time he managed to blink his eyes and squint in the direction of the noises, it was too late.

The turning of the doorknob was accompanied by a terrible metallic popping as the lock was released from the other side of the door. The low cursing was Charlie, and he was about to come into the bedroom.