“Oh. But your car was back on the drive when I got here.” If he wasn’t mistaken, he saw a splash of color rise over his brother’s cheeks. Uh-oh.
“Yeah, I dropped him off, came back here and put the shopping away, then headed back over there on foot. He offered to make me a bacon sandwich as a thank-you. And you know me—I can’t refuse a bacon sandwich.” His grin was wide yet honest.
“Huh, that’s true. And understandable. So has he got his car sorted?” Dropping two tea bags into the mugs and adding sugar, he poured the boiling water over the bags.
“I dunno. He was just about to call someone as I left. He thinks it’s the spark plugs or something, so hopefully it won’t take too long to get sorted. I told him to give me a call if he needed a lift anywhere in the meantime, and said if I was at work and you weren’t, that you’d run him somewhere if he needed. I hope that’s okay.”
Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah, I guess. As long as he doesn’t need a lift to Scotland. So,” he said, careful to sound normal, friendly, “what else have you been up to?” Stirring the drinks and dumping the tea bags, he splashed milk into each mug and handed one to his brother.
“Thanks. And nothing, really.”
Nobody else would have noticed it, but Matthew detected the slightest quaver in Isaac’s voice, and when he glanced at him he saw that this time there was definitely color in his face. After a beat the penny dropped. He almost sloshed tea over the side of his mug.
“Isaac!” He just about stopped shy of slapping his forehead, but surprisingly he didn’t feel angry.
“I know, I know,” his brother replied, grinning sheepishly. “You don’t even have to say anything. It just kinda happened. Apparently a bacon sandwich is all it takes to get me naked.”
“Ugh.” Matthew held up a hand. “I don’t even want to know. You’re my brother, for heaven’s sake. I don’t need the details of your sex life.”
“I’m not giving them! And wait…aren’t you pissed off with me?”
Sighing, he replied, “I should be, I suppose, but for some reason I’m not. Maybe because deep down I knew it was going to happen at some point. It was inevitable. Also, you deserve happiness too. Finally, I just don’t have the energy to be angry anymore. I’m fed up with all this crap going on, so if you can find a bit of solace with Nathaniel, and me with Sally, then fuck it. Why shouldn’t we?”
“Very philosophical, brother. I like it. I’m not intending to let it happen again. I’m sure once the buzz wears off I’ll be racked with guilt and regret.” He took a sip of his tea.
Matthew raised an eyebrow. “You think? Looking at you right now, I doubt it. You look sickeningly happy.”
“What?” Isaac’s eyes widened. “It’s a bloody good cup of tea.”
“Don’t give me that crap. You’ve clearly had a good time with Nathaniel, and it’s nice to see you like this. It feels like bloody ages since we’ve both been happy. Doesn’t seem fair, somehow.”
“Huh? You’re happy too? I thought maybe you just had wind.”
“Fuck off,” Matthew said with a grin. “I guess having…whatever I’m having with Sally is lightening the load a little. She’s good fun, a nice girl. But she’s leaving soon, so I just have to make the most of it. It was never going to be the world’s most romantic love affair. We both know the score and that’s the end of it.”
“Hey, you don’t have to explain to me. I don’t have the energy to fight any more, either. Let’s just go with flow, see what happens.”
“Sounds good to me, mate. Right, shall we rustle up some dinner? Then I’m going to pop and see Sally.” He took a gulp of his tea but couldn’t fail to notice the look his brother shot him. “What?”
“Not the world’s most romantic love affair, eh? You seem smitten to me, brother.”
“Shut up. Don’t be so stupid. It’s just a no-strings thing while she’s here, that’s all.”
Isaac shrugged. “If you say so. Let me just finish this tea, and we’ll sort something out. I’ve worked up quite the appetite, it seems.”
“Urgh! I told you, no details!”
“That wasn’t details. Not by a long shot.” The grin on Isaac’s face was wicked and Matthew couldn’t help returning it. He might be in danger of learning more about his brother’s sex life than he ever wanted to know, but it was nice to have him laughing and joking again. Things had been so bleak just lately.
Rolling his eyes, he headed for the fridge. “Drink your tea, little brother, then let’s get this dinner started. I’m starving!”
Later Matthew shouted a goodbye to Isaac and left the house, walking the short distance along the road to Sally’s cottage. A mixture of excitement and apprehension coursed through him, because he suspected his brother was right. He was very fond of Sally, and if things were different he’d definitely consider making their relationship, whatever it was, more permanent. Did that mean he was falling for her? She was fun, intelligent, sexy, she made him laugh, she made him moan…
Yeah, that’s right, Matthew, he told himself. Just concentrate on the sex, the physical element. She makes you feel good in the sack—no, incredible—so just stick to that and don’t try to complicate matters. In less than two weeks she’ll be leaving, and you’ll never see her again, so just forget about it. Have fun, move on.
With that in mind, he straightened his back, relaxed his face into a more genial expression and knocked on the door. She’d obviously been waiting for him, as she opened up almost instantly.
“Hey,” she said with a smile, standing back to let him in, then closing and locking the door. “Right on time as always. I like that about you. You don’t keep a girl waiting but nor do you freak her out by turning up early.”
Leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek, he replied, “It’s not difficult. I don’t have to worry about traffic. All I’ve got to do is walk a few meters up the road.”
She let out a chuckle. “That’s true. But just take the compliment, won’t you?”
“Okay, thanks,” he replied. “So you had a good day?”
“Yes, I have, thanks. I headed down to Chatsworth House for the day. Stunning place, and gorgeous gardens too. Fortunately those ominous gray clouds kept hold of their contents. I really enjoyed it. What about you?”
“Ugh, not nearly so exciting. I did some gardening for my neighbor this morning, then had a shift at the pub. Then Isaac and I made dinner and now here I am. So my day gradually got better and better!” He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “I’m glad you had a good day, though.”
“And I’m glad your day got gradually better. Hopefully I’ll be the highlight.”
He let out a little growl, then nuzzled at her neck. “There’s no hopefully about it.”
“Ooh, that so?”
“Yes. Now stop talking and get up those stairs.”
“You don’t want a drink first?”
He raised an eyebrow, then gripped her hips and pulled her right up against his burgeoning erection. “What do you think?”
With a wicked grin, she replied, “Getting up those stairs immediately, sir. Right away.” Disentangling from his embrace, she scurried across the hallway with Matthew hot on her heels. He reached out and landed a playful smack on her bottom. With a shriek, she ran faster, taking the stairs two at a time and almost stumbling at the top.
By the time he caught up with her, she’d already dashed into her bedroom, drawn the curtains and gotten her socks and top off.
“Aw,” he drawled, closing the door behind him. “I was kinda looking forward to undressing you.”
Sally’s hands stopped moving and she dropped them to her sides. “You can finish the job if you like.”
“How can a man refuse an offer like that?” He crossed the room in a couple of easy strides, then pulled her into his arms. Slanting his lips over hers, he took her mouth as soon as she opened it, moving his tongue against hers in a rhythmic dance that quickly had them both panting.
/> Shifting one hand to the middle of her back, he pinged open her bra and slid it down her shoulders, tossing it onto the carpet. Then he moved away just a little, without breaking their kiss, and cupped her tits. God, but they felt good. Hard nipples already pressed against his palms, warm flesh swelled beneath his touch. Sally really did have the most incredibly responsive body. No doubt it was one of the reasons he so enjoyed having sex with her. She was always so into the moment, so enthusiastic, so fucking sexy. And she was just as into giving pleasure as she was receiving. But for now it was his turn to do the giving.
He continued to tweak and pinch her nipples as they kissed, enjoying the moans she made into his mouth and the way she arched her body, pushing harder against him, encouraging him to give her more. Soon he couldn’t resist—he had to give her what she wanted. After one more kiss, he pulled away and dropped to his knees on the carpet, which brought his face to a level with her beautiful breasts. Glancing up at her face, he smirked when he saw her expression. Already she looked blissed-out, her lips wet, swollen and parted, her eyes glazed over and her chest heaving. Perfect.
Poking out his tongue, he swept it lightly over first one nipple, then the other, so gently that she’d hardly feel it. He repeated the action a couple more times, a laugh building up inside him when she let out a frustrated little growl, not unlike a pissed-off cat. Then, with no warning whatsoever, he closed his mouth around one nipple, sucking as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could. He crept his other hand up to keep her other breast occupied as his lips, tongue and teeth tormented the first.
And boy, did he torment it. He alternated between hard, deep sucks of the plump flesh and light, teasing flicks of his tongue. Occasionally he’d give her nipple a gentle bite, especially if he thought she wasn’t expecting it. Delighting in keeping her on her toes, he kept up the game for several long minutes until she was writhing and wriggling so forcefully that he had to hold her in place to stop her from falling over. Only then did he switch to her other tit, giving it the same luxurious treatment and enjoying it thoroughly.
Eventually he forced himself to stop. He didn’t want to go too far, making her sore. In the bad way, anyway. He himself knew that a dash of good soreness was a delicious reminder of great, satisfying sex. And Matthew hoped that by the time the night was over, both he and Sally would be experiencing just that.
Making sure she was steady enough to stay standing, he released her, then shifted both hands to the front of her jeans, undoing the belt and button then pulling the zip down with deliberate, almost painful slowness. He kissed every inch of skin he exposed—her soft, rounded belly, each of her hips, the very top of her mound, just visible above her skimpy knickers. It took a great deal of willpower not to yank her underwear down and bury his face between her thighs. He very much enjoyed eating her pussy—especially when she came into his mouth, her tangy juices flowing over his tongue. But he’d have plenty of time for that. For now he’d tease, titillate, torment, until he could take no more—and nor could she.
He continued kissing her body as he tugged down her jeans and helped her to step out of them, even pressing his lips to her feet, which made her giggle. Then he worked his way back up her left leg, across the knee, up the thigh, then gripped the barely-there waistband of her thong between his teeth and dragged it down. She held on to his shoulders, her laughter quickly morphing into a gasp, as once he’d divested her of the thong he swept her up and dropped her onto the bed.
Stepping back, he began to remove his own clothes. Sally watched the entire time, her gaze hungry as it raked his body and her eyes widening as he finally stepped out of his boxers and his cock slapped against his lower stomach, ready and raring to go. Immediately, she reached into the drawer of her bedside table and removed a condom—they’d taken to stashing some there rather than him having to secrete them in his pocket every time they needed more.
By the time he joined her on the bed, she’d removed the protection from its foil packaging and had the tip pinched between her thumb and first finger, ready to roll it down his shaft.
“My, my,” he said, sliding his hand into the hair at the base of her neck, tugging it back and peppering kisses over her exposed throat, “somebody’s eager.”
A sound that was somewhere between a moan and a giggle escaped her lips. He released her and she moved her head back up and met his gaze. “What can I say? You’ve just teased me for God knows how long, and it’s had the desired effect. Would you prefer me to be only lukewarm at this stage?”
“Are you being cheeky, madam?” His cock lurched. Sexy, horny and sassy? Christ, he was almost immortal, and this woman was going to be the death of him.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sally’s grin was wide. “Why, do you want me to be?”
With a moan, Matthew replied, “You can be whatever you like, gorgeous, because I’m going to fuck you now. So you’d better hurry up and get that condom on me.”
“With pleasure,” she said, placing her free hand in the center of his chest and pushing him until he lay flat on the bed, his head on the pillows. Then she shuffled down between his legs and grasped his cock, pumping it slowly a couple of times.
Grunting, Matthew said, “Christ, woman, roll that fucker on fast.”
“I can do better than that.”
“You can?” Instead of asking how, he propped himself up on his elbows to see exactly what she had in mind. When he realized what she was about to do, his eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline. He hadn’t been expecting it, and he’d never had it done to him before—a novelty, given how long he’d been around.
He watched as she rolled her lips over her teeth and carefully positioned the tip of the condom between them. Then, steadying herself by laying one hand on his inner thigh, she used her other hand to hold his cock still. After what felt like an age, she lowered her head, touching the rubber to his tip. He held as still as he possibly could—which was no mean feat, given how damn sexy she was being, how much she was turning him on—as she slowly but surely used her lips and tongue and occasionally her teeth to work the protection down his shaft. It was like receiving a quirky blowjob, and an experience he enjoyed very much.
Once she’d rolled the rubber on as far as possible with her mouth, she pulled her head away and checked with her hands, making sure it was safely in place and that she’d not damaged it. By the time she was satisfied, he was fit to burst.
“Everything all right?” he ground out.
Glancing up at him, she nodded. “Yep, it’s fine. I was just checking.”
“Well, then, get your sexy arse here, now.”
She didn’t seem to take offense at his bossy, demanding tone. Instead she quickly straddled his waist, rested her elbows at his sides and presented her face for a kiss. Immediately, he obliged, capturing her lips with his and sending his tongue to seek out hers. They danced together, fighting, ducking, exploring, caressing.
Creeping a hand between their bodies, Matthew sought out Sally’s pussy, dipping his fingers into her vulva and finding her hot and slick. Ready. That was enough for him—he needed her, and fast. Grasping his shaft, he held it steady while he used his other hand to grip her hips and guide her onto him, all without breaking their kiss.
He continued to plunder her mouth as his cock parted her pussy lips, then breached her entrance. She was so wet and aroused that she stretched easily around him, but her grip was still like a tight fist—delicious.
Satisfied that his cock wasn’t going to slip out of her wet hole, he shifted his hand out of the way, moved it to her other hip and pulled her onto him, hard, until he was buried inside her to the hilt. Her response was a gasp, and she dug her teeth into his bottom lip. It set off a chain reaction. The pain from his lip instinctively made him grip her hips harder. The pain of his fingers on her delicate skin caused her cunt to clench around him. It went on and on, driving them both to the point of distraction.
Eventually Matthew could take no more of
the tit-for-tat. He needed to come, and soon. Flipping them both over so he was on top, he grinned down at her wickedly, then gave her another breath-taking, toe-curling kiss.
Pulling away, he asked, “You ready, gorgeous? You’d better hold on tight, because I’m going to fuck us both into oblivion.”
“I was born ready,” she said, the glint in her eye and the seductive smile tugging at her swollen lips telling him just how true that was.
“Okay. Don’t say you weren’t warned.” With that, he made good on his comment, fucking her slowly at first, until he got the positioning right, hitting both their pleasure points, then gradually building up his speed until he was sure that if anyone walked in now and looked at them, all they would see was a blur. He still held back to a degree, knowing that if he truly gave it one hundred percent, Sally would—once she’d gotten over her multiple orgasms—notice something amiss. Maybe she’d put it down to drugs or something. But he didn’t want to raise any questions, so he kept his speed and strength within the realms of human capability, and still enjoyed himself thoroughly.
Sally had gripped onto his biceps and was holding on tight. They were both bouncing around so much he could barely focus on her face, but he could just about make out that her expression was one of pleasure, not pain, so he carried on pounding into her wet, welcoming cunt. It felt incredible—so tight the friction was immense, but still slick enough that it was a delicious friction, not the sort that burned.
Squeezing his eyes closed, Matthew concentrated on maintaining the pace. He was vaguely aware that Sally had already climaxed once, possibly twice, so he wasn’t worried that he was all about taking and not about giving. They were both having a damn good time.
After a while, even with his superhuman willpower he couldn’t hold on any longer. His balls boiled and had been ready for release for some time, and he hadn’t let them. Now it was beyond his control. The sensation was just too much. It had overtaken his entire being, every last cell, and he’d long felt as though he were no longer inhabiting his own body—more as if he were floating above it, still experiencing everything, but from outside his skin. It was bizarre and he wasn’t sure he liked it.