It’s just one more thing for Paul to throw in my face later.
I can’t worry about that right now, because what started out as distraction has turned into a wildfire that is definitely out of control. I start to work on more buttons, eager to taste the salty male flavor that is Roman. He stops me by wrapping his fist in my hair and yanking my head back hard. My heart rockets into my throat thinking I’ve failed and he’s about to interrogate me about our conversation. I’m so fucked up over Roman. I’d never admit it to Paul, but I’m losing sight of the reason I’m here. I’m losing sight that this is about my own brother, so much so that when he pulls my hair so violently that the rough pain shoots through my body, my pussy quakes with need. I can feel the effect he has on me by the way the insides of my thighs grow wet.
“Undo my pants,” his dark voice orders.
His eyes are deep and intense and they spear through me. I swallow nervously as I bring my hands to his belt, unlatching. My eyes drift back up to his as I slip the top button of his slacks loose and then carefully slide the zipper down. The look on his face is beautiful. It’s almost as if he’s in pain. I want to keep looking but his cock instantly springs out, demanding attention. There’s so much to be said about a man going commando, and all of it is good.
I bend down to run my tongue up the front of his cock when he pulls hard on my hair again. “Did I say you could have my cock, pet?”
The tone of his voice, the look on his face, and the way he keeps demanding I ask for permission all combine together and explode inside of me in a way that sends shockwaves through my body that all detonate in my pussy and causes a mini-orgasm. I shiver in response. “No, Roman,” I tell him, my voice in a tone I have never heard from myself before. It’s so full of need.
“You must learn who is in control. Lock your hands behind your back, grab your wrists, and no matter what, you keep them there. Understand?”
Just like that, my breath goes ragged. I put my hands behind my back and do as he instructed. He gets a ghost of a smile on his face. I want to keep watching it, but my eyes are pulled back to his cock as he holds it in his hand. Everything about Roman is larger than life, but when his hand wraps around the base of his cock, it does nothing but accentuate how truly large he is. He pulls me in close, close enough that his dick is right there but I have to reach to touch it. I do it automatically, but at the first sting of pain, I look up at him instinctively. He nods his head in agreement to a question I wasn’t even aware I was asking. I strain against his hold to run my tongue up the front of his shaft. It pulls my hair; he’s not giving me an inch of movement, but his groan encourages me to keep pushing. When I reach the head of his dick and the taste of his pre-cum gathers on the tip of my tongue, I moan. I fight harder against his restraint to take just the tip into my mouth. I close my lips against him, sucking hard while my tongue tries to find that small valley where more of his pre-cum is. I want more. I need it like I need my next breath. When he doesn’t let my mouth slide further, I pull away.
“Roman,” I whimper, sounding desperate. How did I get here this quickly? How can I need him so deeply? It’s as if he has become a missing element in my life that I need to breathe. Food. Sleep. Air. Roman. He’s becoming that essential. I block out the warning bells that admission sets off.
“Patience, pet,” his voice grumbles.
I want to yell, but I don’t. He brings his cock to my mouth and pushes his shaft against it. His hand tightens in my hair, preventing me from taking him inside. Instead, he moves it along my lips, painting them with the evidence of his need. Just when I’m about to scream, he pushes his cock inside my mouth. I hum my approval around it. I have very little control, but he allows me to sink lower on his shaft. He’s so wide that it’s almost painful to close my lips around him. I let my tongue play with him and suck him until he’s halfway in my mouth. That’s as much as I can comfortably take. Then, I glide back up. I repeat over and over, hearing Roman whispering soft praises in the background. With each note of approval, I take him a little more until his dick is at the back of my throat.