The Sweetest Scent Part 10

"No." Bro shook his head, still kneeling between her splayed legs.

"No?" Lacey frowned, wondering what the problem was now.

"No. This time it's all about you, babe. I want to give you pleasure. Wanna make you come like a rocket or a shooting star."

Lacey swallowed. Such a sweet promise and loving endeavor. "Why does it have to be one-sided?"

Bro winked. "I was hoping you'd say that, baby. We could do sixty-nine." At the p.o.r.n-quality images flas.h.i.+ng across her mind's eyes, Lacey blushed deeply, her skin too hot for clothes. "Of course, we'd need to be naked for that."

With a hard shove, Lacey pushed the chuckling Bro out of bed so she could shed her loose-fitting outfit in a flurry of movement until she was a he he again, a naked, young, aroused male about to have s.e.x with his boyfriend. Bro on the other hand took his time, smirking and giving Lacey a show by peeling off every garment with deliberate slowness. Lacey was ready to slug Bro by then. again, a naked, young, aroused male about to have s.e.x with his boyfriend. Bro on the other hand took his time, smirking and giving Lacey a show by peeling off every garment with deliberate slowness. Lacey was ready to slug Bro by then.

"Impatient much?" Bro needled as he observed his frustration.

"Cruel much?" Lacey goaded right back, and Bro chuckled.

"I'd never hurt you, love." At that remark, Lacey felt like crying. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Lacey snapped back, blinking to be rid of the moisture gathering in his eyes, and annoyed at letting himself get so riled up. Maybe it was the inevitable consequence of an emotionally stressful day. "So what are are we going to do?" we going to do?"

"Seeing as how you can't really do anything with your mouth, I'll be in charge of the b.l.o.w.j.o.b tonight." Bro used an irritatingly posh accent as he said that, and Lacey heard himself purr when he had intended to growl. Sometimes having a voice more high-pitched than most men was agony.

"Well?" Lacey flirted, s.h.i.+mmying his bare hips on the bed enticingly. "You gonna put your mouth where your money is, or-"

Bro swallowed Lacey's c.o.c.k to the hilt before any more words came out, and then all Lacey could do was moan at the blinding pleasure engulfing him. The wet, hot suction made his toes curl and his hands fist the sheets as his back arched off the bed and his hips bucked helplessly.

d.a.m.n, his guy had gotten so good at sucking c.o.c.k that Lacey wanted to drag Bro off to be able to draw breath, and simultaneously push him down farther until all of Lacey's shaft was embedded in that glorious mouth. Bro's lips fastened tight around Lacey's leaking d.i.c.k, squeezing every drop of precome out of him, and Lacey never wanted the moment to end.

"Oh, yes," he sighed, spreading his legs more and planting his soles against the bed to give Bro the opportunity to wrap his arms around Lacey's thighs and keep him unmoving and close.

Bro cradled Lacey's b.a.l.l.s in his hands, fondling and tugging them softly. Lacey felt every yank all the way down to his toes, and his groin was boiling over. Then Bro's mouth moved from Lacey's c.o.c.k to his b.a.l.l.s and sucked them in, first one by one, and then both at once.

"G.o.d, Bro...," Lacey moaned, thras.h.i.+ng about on the bed.

After letting Lacey's sac fall out of his mouth, Bro grinned. "Want more?"

"No. Yes. No. I wanna come." Lacey knew he was babbling, but he couldn't stop. He needed to come right now. "Please, Bro. I need-"

"Gotcha." Bro dipped his head and took Lacey's c.o.c.k deep in his mouth again. He sucked and licked relentlessly. No one in the world could possibly have resisted such sweet delight. Lacey's brain felt like it was turning inside and out, and his body was hovering above an abyss of pleasure.

Then Bro's tongue danced and swirled around the head of Lacey's p.e.n.i.s, following the ridge. He licked all over, like Lacey's d.i.c.k was a popsicle, and then applied pressure on the nerves below the mushroom head, on the frenulum. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the spot, and then laved across the slit.

By then Lacey was frantic to reach release. His whole body overflowed with heat, like a pressure cooker. "Bro, please please."

As an answer to Lacey's prayers, Bro wrapped his other hand around Lacey's aching c.o.c.k and pumped fast and hard, in unison with the fierce suction of his mouth. That combination of mouth and hand was all it took.

In a heartbeat, Lacey tipped over the edge headlong into bliss. His c.o.c.k erupted and spilled loads of come into Bro's eager mouth, while his lover swallowed each and every drop.

Lacey fell back on the bed, limp and sated, not even aware how he'd gotten off the mattress. Breathless, he observed only physical responses, like his chest heaving, sweat covering his skin all over, the tremors within his muscles, the still devouring flames within his groin, the pulse of his heart in his drenched c.o.c.k.

"Better?"

Lacey cracked open one eye to watch Bro above him, grinning, his palms resting over Lacey's thighs. "Uh-huh." That was really all he was capable of at the moment.

Bro kept looking at him and smiling happily, and Lacey fell more in love.

But without speaking, Bro lay down on the bed beside Lacey and spooned him from behind. His hard, hot c.o.c.k was wedged between Lacey's b.u.t.t cheeks. "I'll be gentle," Bro promised as his hips began to sway.

Slowly he rocked his d.i.c.k against Lacey's most intimate spot, and Lacey felt his hole twitching at the nearness of Bro's sizable member. Then he felt the moisture there and realized either Bro had lubed up his d.i.c.k for smooth mobility, or precome alone was giving them this. Lacey was still sure Bro wouldn't attempt anything more, not today.

Lacey placed his hand over Bro's thigh and the curve of his a.s.s, encouraging his boyfriend to do more. "I love the feel of you there there. I can't wait till you claim me as your own for real."

Lacey's soft whisper seemed to push all Bro's b.u.t.tons, since he picked up his pace and slid up and down the hidden crevice, made warm with precome and slick with lube. "You feel so good," Bro muttered, his voice hoa.r.s.e with desire. He clutched at Lacey's waist and chest, keeping them plastered together from head to toes. "Can never get enough."

Then Lacey turned his head, and Bro dipped down so they could kiss. Lacey tasted his own come on Bro's tongue, and traces of the sticky substance still lingered there too. They shared his essence together as their tongues danced lazily, entwining as one.

"Oh, f.u.c.k, I'm gonna come," Bro panted into the kiss.

A spurt of hot liquid splashed over the small of Lacey's back as Bro's hips rocked and s.h.i.+mmied convulsively. Bro was groaning, and his pa.s.sion was undeniable. His arms tightened around Lacey's body, and then they cradled each other, their motions slowing when Bro stopped coming. His body lay languid in the pleasant buzz of afterglow. Lacey knew this because it was a state they shared right then.

"G.o.d, that was so f.u.c.king good," Bro murmured, his hot breath fanning over Lacey's sweaty neck, giving him gooseflesh.

"Yes," Lacey agreed, sighing with joy, and he let himself drift off to sleep in the wake of one of the best lovemaking sessions the two of them had ever had. Behind him, he felt Bro do the same, and it was the perfect end to a less-than-perfect day.

Chapter 10.

ON F FRIDAY, the four of them-Bro, Lacey, Bradley, and Audrey-went to the movies. They chose an action flick with romantic undertones to keep it light, funny, and sweet. Or that was at least how Bro had put it to himself when they had gone over their choices.

And it had been a good decision. Lacey was tucked under Bro's arm, feeling just right, as if she belonged there. The day after Roger had attacked Lacey and Audrey, they had gone with Jordan and Sebastian to pick up some of Lacey's belongings from her house. Thankfully, Roger had not been there. Jordan had told them Roger would spend most of the day in lockup, and then in court trying to get bail, which he might or might not get. He didn't have a criminal record, so the former was more likely.

But none of that mattered when Bro had his sweetheart pressed against his side, safe and sound, and from the looks of her, happy too. He kept stealing furtive glances at her, and when she noticed, she gave him a kiss. So naturally Bro made sure Lacey noticed him often.

"You like this movie?" Bro whispered in Lacey's ear, and made sure he flicked the soft sh.e.l.l of flesh with his tongue.

Lacey squirmed and giggled, ticklish as she was. "It's okay. Nothing to write home about."

Bro felt her tense up as she obviously hadn't meant to say that, but he held her more firmly, and she relaxed again. "No sad stuff tonight, okay, babe?"

Lacey all but burrowed into him as she snuggled closer. "Nope." She looked up at him. "Kiss me."

Happy to oblige, Bro kissed his girlfriend, softly at first, but then more thoroughly, probing deep. He cupped the back of her neck, keeping her close. He wanted nothing more than to make sure she would be all right, but he wasn't sure how to make that happen.

A wolf whistle put a stop to things escalating from there.

"Get a room, you two." It was Bradley's voice, sounding proud and amused at the same time, as if he saw Bro as something of another kid brother as much as a best friend. He was sitting three seats down from Bro, with the girls nestled in between them. He winked shamelessly and then glided his own hand under Audrey's dress.

Audrey, however, swatted the invading hand away hard. "Nuh-uh, mister. Watch those hands, or they might get bitten."

"Oh, honey, you know just how to turn me on," Bradley murmured seductively, with laughter in his voice.

"Jerk." But Audrey was smiling, and then she rewarded her boyfriend for nothing at all with a good, long kiss. At Audrey's side, Lacey snickered, and Bro chuckled too.

"What do you wanna do after this?" Lacey asked Audrey, who immediately stopped kissing, much to Bradley's obvious chagrin, and smiled happily. Audrey and Lacey were best friends, and though she would be hard-pressed to admit it, Audrey had been shaken by Roger's attack at the football field. Jordan had offered to take her to an emergency room for a checkup before he had driven Lacey home, but Audrey had refused. Both girls had minor sc.r.a.pes, but after a week, most of them had healed.

Audrey paused for thought. "Wanna get something to eat? There's that new sus.h.i.+ place at the mall."

Bro and Bradley exchanged grimaces. "Raw fish? Why you gotta torture us?" It was Bradley who was whining about it. Sure, he could eat it, but it wasn't his favorite, and neither was it Bro's.

Lacey and Audrey shared whispered giggles. "Boys can be such p.u.s.s.ies," Audrey said tauntingly.

Next thing they knew, Bradley had wrestled the squealing and cackling girl onto his lap and was mercilessly tickling her. They all laughed. Then the usher came by with his flashlight and told them to pipe down or get thrown out. Everything settled after that-although Audrey made sure to punch Bradley in the gut with her elbow, but not vehemently if both their grins were any kind of clue. And two seconds after, they were smooching intently, all tongues and groping hands.

Lacey was laughing, burying her head in Bro's neck. Bro kissed her temple, and she looked up, so bright and cheerful it took Bro's breath away. At that moment he knew without a shadow of a doubt he loved her more than anything. She leaned up and kissed him, and then they were subconsciously mirroring their friends' make out session.

After the end credits had rolled and lights turned on-none of the four of them much the wiser about the movie itself-they strolled out of the movie theater, arms around each other's waists, two pairs side by side.

They didn't get far, though.

"Hey."

All four of them stopped dead in their tracks when Deacon walked over. He stopped just shy of touching distance, and his gaze was directed squarely at Lacey, who inched away from him a bit. Bro tightened his protective hold on her.

"Um, hi." Deacon looked uncomfortable, s.h.i.+fting in place, his hands tucked deep into his pockets. "You, um, are you... okay?" He spoke to Lacey, and Bro could feel her surprise.

"Yes. Getting there. One day at a time." Lacey's tone was soft and vulnerable.

Deacon nodded in response, looking like a jack-in-the-box. "That's good. Getting better, I mean." He cleared his throat, and his head trembled a bit, as though his instincts told him to turn away, but his mind ordered him not to. "Your dad's, uh... an a.s.shole." His cheeks pinked at the remark.

"Takes one to know-" Bro started, but fell silent when Lacey elbowed him in the gut.

"He's not really a bad man," Lacey said. She didn't sound defensive so much as sort of sad. "Losing someone's not an easy thing. Guess just because one's a grown-up doesn't mean-"

"Yeah, yeah, I guess that's true," Deacon said, nodding again. Then he closed his eyes briefly and looked really ill, as if he were five seconds from puking. "Listen, I, uh... I just wanted to say I'm, you know, sorry about the way I treated you and-"

"Are you f.u.c.king kidding-?" Again Bro tried to cut in, angry, but Lacey's elbow in his ribs prevented him from finis.h.i.+ng the sentence once more.

"It's nice that you're sorry-if you mean it," Lacey said, her voice more confident now. "But it would be better if you didn't do those things. Bullying. Then you wouldn't have to go around apologizing later."

Deacon cringed, but stayed put. That was way more than Bro would have expected from him. "I, uh, I don't wanna be like your dad."

At that Bro didn't even try to interject. He honestly didn't know what to say. His first instinct told him the guy was lying. But why would he do it in public like this?

Lacey smiled a bit, encouragingly. "Making a decision is the first step. I'm glad to hear that. I'm sure we all are."

"Right. Right. Yeah." Deacon apparently noticed his bobbleheaded dog imitation because he suddenly stopped, swallowing visibly as his Adam's apple jumped nervously. "Well... I gotta get going." He took a step away but stopped abruptly. "You're a bit crazy, you know that? I mean, he's twice your size, and you just took him on." A ghost of a grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Nice."

Then it seemed his embarra.s.sment quota had exceeded itself because he hurried off, picking up the pace with every step, until he was nothing but a blur amid a sea of people.

"Well, that was, um...." Audrey started to say, looking flabbergasted.

"Nice of him," Lacey finished for her, smiling a little. She looked up at Bro, who was, as always, taken by her sweet outlook, trusting people even after being disappointed.

"I love you," he said.

Lacey's eyes widened at the public declaration of affection, and then an utterly pleased expression made her positively glow. "I love you too, honey." Then she kissed him, and Bro wanted for nothing more.

"Aww...." Audrey's enchanted voice reached them soon, though. "G.o.d, you two are so f.u.c.king adorable together."

"Dree," Lacey chided but grinned at the same time.

Audrey hugged her, practically shoving Bro out of the way.

"Hey!" Bro protested loudly, his arms wide.

"Oh, leave them be," Bradley said, chuckling. He wrapped a friendly arm around Bro's shoulders and leaned in close, as if taking his friend into his confidence, before whispering loudly, "I mean, two girlfriends can kiss, so let them."

Both Audrey and Lacey turned to face Bradley, their lips pursed with mock rebuke.

"Your boyfriend's a perv," Lacey said to Audrey.

Audrey shrugged. "So's yours."

Lacey smiled. "Guess we're both lucky, then."

"Ain't that the truth." Audrey laughed, Lacey chimed in, and hand in hand they walked off, leaving two dumbfounded, entranced boys in their wake.

"Wow." Bradley's deep rumbling voice was filled with pride and awe.

"Yeah." Bro felt the same way, plus some enchantment as well.

A slap on his shoulder had Bro stumbling over, almost falling on the floor. "Come on, buddy. Let's catch up to our sweet young things before we lose 'em."

"a.s.shole," Bro muttered, rubbing his shoulder. But he followed a laughing Bradley to find the girls.

Just when they caught sight of the girls window-shopping for dresses and chattering away, a new voice hollered at them. "Bro! Brad!"

Ricky Carlisle, Bradley's twin, ran toward them. It was amazing how much he resembled Bradley. Those wide shoulders, slim hips, strong arms, and long legs were sure to catch anyone's eyes. His dark-brown hair flopped over his eyes, his tanned skin giving him a glow of life Bro might have found attractive if his appet.i.tes didn't run in other directions.

"Hey guys," Ricky said once he had caught up with them. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Just hanging," Bro replied.

"What are you doing here?" Bradley demanded to know with the authority of his one hour and twelve minutes of seniority over his twin. "I thought you had practice tonight." Bro didn't know anything about Ricky's extracurricular activities, he realized. It couldn't have been football, or he would have been able to work out with the high school team, since his brother was the captain.