We talk about sex.
We brag about women we’ve had in our beds, but we hardly get into details. At least not me and my brothers. Contrary to popular belief among women, guys don’t share details about their sex life. Especially when the girl we care about is concerned. That shit is private. We might mention something likeI didn’t get much sleep last nightin a tone that implies I didn’t sleep because I was fucking my girl’s brains out, but we don’t get much more descriptive than that.
It takes Nico at least twenty seconds to mull over the topic. He’s always been the one to carefully choose his words, and this time is no different.
Shit, I should’ve gone to Logan. At least with him, I know what to expect right off the bat—laughter. I could’ve even tried Shawn, although he wouldn’t be much help.
Nico leans forward, elbows on his knees, face stoic, no indication as to what he’s about to say.
He’s not amused, and that’s half the battle won.
“You can’t get her off, or she can’t orgasm at all?”
My eyes damn near bulge out of their sockets. I expected a lot of reactions when I decided to ask for advice—teasing, stupid comments, mockery, and laughter, to name a few, but I underestimated my younger brother once again. He’s all business. Not a trace of derision in his voice. He’s focused and determined to help me out. I’m so surprised it takes me a moment to get over the initial shock.
“I can make her come just fine, but only if—” I exhale, swallow my pride, and relax, now that I know this won’t be as difficult as I anticipated. “Only if I use my fingers on her clit. She can’t get off with a toy, either. I’ve tried many things, and I get her close, but not quite there.”
“I need more thanmany things,Theo. What have you tried?”
“I need another beer.” I set the empty bottle on the coffee table. “I’ve tried half of the Kamasutra. I tried setting the mood. I even tried getting her off with a silicone replica of my cock, bro. Did you know you can DIY that at home?”
Nico smirks, handing me a fresh bottle, and grabs one for himself, strategically ignoring the clone-a-dick topic. Well, well, well... I might not be the only one shoving my erect dick in a silicone mold in my spare time.
“How long before you give up trying? Ten minutes? Fifteen? Half an hour?”
“Half an hour?” I stammer, almost choking on a gulp of Budweiser. “Are you kidding? I’m a fucking teenager around Thalia. She looks at me, and I’m ready. I think fifteen minutes was the longest before I gave up, but I didn’t set a timer.”
He nods a few times and drapes one arm over the back of the couch. We’re alike in terms of looks. The seven of us bear an unmistakable resemblance, but each of us has a unique quality or trait the others can’t hope to pull off without coming across stupid.
I’ve got humor. Out of all the Hayes brothers, I sure am the comedian. Logan’s the sporty type. Built like the swimmer he used to be in college. He’s careless, with a no-bullshit attitude and a short fuse. Nico’s the silent, brooding, confident type. He could wear pink and still be intimidating. I can’t sit like he is now and not resemble a cheap, fake Godfather, and he can’t crack a lousy joke and make people laugh.
“Half of the Kamasutra,” he echoes, seemingly lost in thought. “You tried putting her on her stomach? Flat on the bed, ankles crossed, hands above her head.”
“No. That sounds uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable? You know nothing.Try it. It never failed me, but if it doesn’t work with Thalia, you’ll have to be more patient than fifteen minutes. Edge her. A lot.”
“Edge her?” Have I lived under a rock all this time? “What does that even mean?”
“Bring her as close as you can. A second away. Doesn’t matter how. Fingers, mouth, toys—whatever works, butdon’tlet her come. Stop and wait until she calms down. Do that six, eight, maybe ten times in a row. Get her to the point where she’ll need the release so much that she’ll want to claw your eyes out. If she doesn’t come on your dick after that, you’ll have to accept she’s one of those women who justcan’torgasm that way.”
Pondering his words, I picture denying my girlfriend an orgasm ten times in a row. I’ll end up with a split lip and a black eye for sure.
We go through a few more beers while Nico checks how things are between Thalia and me besides the glaring problem in the bedroom. The topic naturally changes, and we’re onto sports as per usual, although this time it’s not baseball. Nico has taken a liking to F1, thanks to the triplets invading his house on race weekends. All the while, at the back of my mind, I wonder how I’ll survive torturing Thalia without losing a few teeth.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Theo
“PLEASE, BABY...” Thalia utters, her tone pleading, eyes almost tearful. “I can’t take it anymore.”
I’m only halfway through. Forty minutes of bringing the beautiful brunette to the brink of an orgasm, then denying her the release.
God, this is torture for me too.
I want to give her what she wants, what she desperately needs at this point. Never before her, butalwayswith her, I’m a pleaser. I live to make her scream my name while she loses her goddamn mind coming any way I can get her off.
An orgasm is a much different deal for women than it is for men. All we need is pace. Rub us the right way and long enough, and you’ll get us there every time.