Merry Measure - Lily Morton Page 0,60
relationship.” He stares up at the ceiling consideringly. “It felt so good just to let go.”
“It’s sex, not attending parliament,” I inform him, and he snorts. I stroke his hair. It’s inky dark against my fingers. “You can do that with me,” I say quietly. “It’s always safe.”
He looks startled for a second. “I know that,” he says. He watches me solemnly. “Do you have a preference?”
“No, I’m verse.” I roll onto my front and come up on my elbows, resting my chin on his chest. He smooths my hair from my face, and I smile softly at him. “I loved seeing you like that,” I whisper. “You were so sexy.”
He flushes. “And if I want to do the same to you? I loved you doing that, and I want to do it again, but I also really want to fuck you too.”
I wriggle happily and kiss his chest. “Then bring it on, buttercup. I can’t wait.”
“It’s so easy with you,” he says almost wonderingly. Then he smiles and cups my face, raising it so he can kiss me. It starts as tender, but quickly flares out of control. He rolls me to my back and hovers over me. His face wears its usual mischievous grin.
“You look naughty,” I observe. “What are you up to?”
“You,” he says and wriggles under the covers, kissing down my chest and flicking his tongue over my nipple. “It’s my turn.”
“Oh God, mmm,” I say throatily, feeling the now-familiar heat curl inside me. “Well, fair’s fair.”
My cock stiffens and pushes against his midriff, and he makes a pleased sound before suckling on my nipple, drawing it into his mouth and tugging at the nub. Pulling off, he blows cool air over it, and I watch as the disc nubbles and rises as if seeking his mouth again. It’s almost surreal seeing Jack this close and naked. Overwhelming.
He moves downwards under the blankets, pressing kisses over my torso and sucking on patches of skin until they tingle. “I’m pretty sure your brain is working overtime,” he whispers.
“Did you hear the whirring?”
He chuckles, which, as he’s nosing amongst my pubes, is a delicious feeling. “Let’s see if we can turn that rusty old thing off.”
“Did you just call my brain a rusty… Oh Christ,” I shout as he licks around my cock before taking me down the back of his throat in a practised move. He swallows, and I swear the top of my head nearly blows off.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
My head jerks up as I hear the unmistakeable sound of our door’s lock clicking. The door opens, and I flail, elbowing Jack in the nose.
“Ouch!” Jack mutters.
“Stay down there,” I hiss, petting his head under the covers in mute apology while staring in horror as my brother’s head appears around the door. I reach over and slam my hand down on the switch to turn the bedside lamp off.
“Arlo, you in here?” he asks, peering into the dimness.
The hallway is brightly lit behind him, and I’m praying that the bedroom looks darker to him than it is. Hopefully, it’s a Stygian darkness.
“Oh, my fucking Lord,” I breathe.
Jack freezes against me, and I watch in stupefaction as my brother turns and fumbles for the light switch. He exclaims in triumph, and I tense. But it’s only the bathroom light that clicks on, and I relax slightly.
Tom tuts as he stares through the gloom. “Where’s the fucking room light? It’s not in the same place as in our room. You must have blackout curtains, because it’s so fucking dark in here.”
I bless the fact that we closed the curtains earlier.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I’m struck dumb for an answer, and all I can do is stare back at him. Jack is a warm, rigid weight against me.
My brother waves his hand. “Never mind. Don’t tell me. I’m pretty sure that I’ll need therapy if you do. Have you seen Jack?”
Can he not see Jack between my legs? For a wild moment, I think I’ve said those words out loud, but Tom still looks calm, so I haven’t. And, of course, he can’t see the other body in my bed—Jack is underneath the covers, which are bunched-up and rumpled.
“Nooo,” I say. I clear my throat. “Have you not seen him?”
“No, or I wouldn’t be asking. You’re very strange today, Arlo. I’ve got his room card. He left it on the table this morning. Did you have a good day with Jack?”
Oh my God, he wants to chat. “Well,