“Maybe,” he whispers against my neck. “But I want to pleasure you so fucking bad right now. I need to be inside you.”
His lips find mine again as he opens the shower door and turns the water on. The glass door is still frosted from the shower he just got out of, and I can’t help but to feel a rush knowing that we’re about to have sex in his private place.
With me in his arms, he steps inside and closes the door behind him. He carefully sets me on my feet and reaches for his bar of soap. Starting at my neck, he slowly rubs it over my body, kissing the places that the water has already washed the soap off of.
He keeps getting lower and lower until his bar of soap is rubbing between my legs, his eyes level with my waist. He rubs it slowly while looking up at me. “I want to taste you . . . not anyone else.” Dropping the soap, he rubs his hand between my folds, cleaning me as the water washes over my body, soaking the top of his head.
His thumb finds my clit and he looks up through wet lashes, while replacing his thumb with his mouth. I widen my stance, placing one foot on the ledge in the shower to spread myself open for him.
He runs his tongue along every inch of my pussy; so slow and torturous that I can barely stand it. Every once in a while he stops to lick his lips and wipe the water from his face, and I can’t help but to take notice of how beautiful this man truly is.
His tongue starts to work faster as his finger slips between my cheeks and brushes over my asshole. I stiffen up, not used to feeling anything back there. “Kyan . . .” I moan out while gripping onto his hair. “I don’t know. I . . .”
He sucks my clit into his mouth and slowly eases the tip of his finger into my hole, being sure not to give me more than I can handle. I gasp out at the mixture of feelings that takes over my body. The sensation of the tip of his finger slowly entering my ass and his tongue working over the sensitive skin of my pussy has me coming undone faster than I ever have before.
I grip his hair tighter. “Kyan! Oh yes! I’m coming!” Arching my back, I hold on tight as his perfect movements rock my orgasm right through me. He knows just what to do to make the orgasm more intense than it usually would be from any other man.
Standing up, he grips his hands into the back of my hair and kisses me mid orgasm. My mouth is open, but I immediately cling onto him as he devours my mouth just as he did my pussy.
“Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head and smile.
“Good.”
Picking me up, he turns off the water and opens the shower door, stepping out. He doesn’t bother to dry us off. He just walks through the house with us both dripping wet.
He stops in front of his bedroom door and kicks it open, while claiming my lips with his as if he can’t get enough of my taste. I love that because I can’t get enough of tasting him. I could taste him all day, every day, and never get tired of it.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers against my lips. I’m surprised when he tosses me onto his bed, not making an effort to be gentle.
I let out a little squeal and grab onto the blanket when I land. His eyes demand mine as he slowly crawls over me and spreads my legs apart. He scoots me higher and rubs his thumb over my sensitive clit while digging in his drawer for a condom.
I start to squirm from his touch and I almost feel on the brink of another orgasm. Just watching his face and the way he looks at me is enough to make me unravel.
Once he gets the condom on, he stands on his knees and looks down at me, while grabbing my ankles, and slowly placing them on his shoulders. “Let me know if I hurt you.”
He positions himself between my legs and enters me in one thrust. We both moan out as he hits hard. I don’t think I’ve ever had a man so deep before.
He begins to move in a slow, steady rhythm before speeding up, causing me to slam my head into the headboard. I throw my hands behind me and push off of the bed as he continues to take me, hard and deep.
Watching the way his body moves above mine has me hypnotized. “I’ve never seen a man move his body with such beauty,” I whisper.
He leans into my lips and whispers, “And I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you are, Calla. Always remember that.”
His lips crush mine and I dig into his back as he pushes in deep and stops. “You feel so good inside me.”
He pulls out and slams back into me again. “Better than anyone else does?” He sucks my nipple into his mouth before gripping it with his teeth. Pulling his mouth away, he looks back up at me. “Tell me.”
I nod my head, telling him the absolute truth. “No one else feels this good and it scares me.”
His eyes meet mine for a second as his jaw steels. I see him swallow and then before I know it, he’s picking me up off the bed and carrying me through the house.
We end up in the room that we did the photo shoot in, except the walls are now painted blue and there’s a white couch against the back wall, a desk and a couple tables. He walks over to the couch and sets me down on my knees, before bending me forward and shoving himself inside me from behind.
Gripping my hips, he thrusts fast and hard while rubbing his lips over my ear. The fast rhythm of his breath in my ear and the feel of him inside me has me gripping onto the couch as an orgasm washes through me, once again.
His hand reaches around, grabs the front of my throat, and pulls my neck back as he throbs inside of me, filling the condom. Once his body stills, he presses his lips against mine, kissing me gently and with passion; passion that I’ve never felt from him before.
A mixture of emotions cross his handsome face before he quickly shakes them off and lies back on the couch, pulling me with him.
We don’t say anything. We don’t have to. We’re content with this moment, and right now I just want to keep it this way before I go back down to my apartment and let my shame wash through me.
I’m a horrible person for not wanting to give him up after sleeping with his brother . . .
IT’S BEEN A FEW DAYS since Calla showed up at my door upset and confused about Hunter being my brother. I have to admit that it’s been bothering me more than I expected and I’ve been finding it hard to not think about it.
When I first saw Calla at my bar a couple weeks ago, I was drawn to her beauty and her fun personality. I wanted nothing more than to see what this beautiful girl was about, knowing that I need to keep my heart in check. I thought it would be easy to be with her physically and not feel any sort of attachment, but after being with her one time and getting a taste, I knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.
His lips find mine again as he opens the shower door and turns the water on. The glass door is still frosted from the shower he just got out of, and I can’t help but to feel a rush knowing that we’re about to have sex in his private place.
With me in his arms, he steps inside and closes the door behind him. He carefully sets me on my feet and reaches for his bar of soap. Starting at my neck, he slowly rubs it over my body, kissing the places that the water has already washed the soap off of.
He keeps getting lower and lower until his bar of soap is rubbing between my legs, his eyes level with my waist. He rubs it slowly while looking up at me. “I want to taste you . . . not anyone else.” Dropping the soap, he rubs his hand between my folds, cleaning me as the water washes over my body, soaking the top of his head.
His thumb finds my clit and he looks up through wet lashes, while replacing his thumb with his mouth. I widen my stance, placing one foot on the ledge in the shower to spread myself open for him.
He runs his tongue along every inch of my pussy; so slow and torturous that I can barely stand it. Every once in a while he stops to lick his lips and wipe the water from his face, and I can’t help but to take notice of how beautiful this man truly is.
His tongue starts to work faster as his finger slips between my cheeks and brushes over my asshole. I stiffen up, not used to feeling anything back there. “Kyan . . .” I moan out while gripping onto his hair. “I don’t know. I . . .”
He sucks my clit into his mouth and slowly eases the tip of his finger into my hole, being sure not to give me more than I can handle. I gasp out at the mixture of feelings that takes over my body. The sensation of the tip of his finger slowly entering my ass and his tongue working over the sensitive skin of my pussy has me coming undone faster than I ever have before.
I grip his hair tighter. “Kyan! Oh yes! I’m coming!” Arching my back, I hold on tight as his perfect movements rock my orgasm right through me. He knows just what to do to make the orgasm more intense than it usually would be from any other man.
Standing up, he grips his hands into the back of my hair and kisses me mid orgasm. My mouth is open, but I immediately cling onto him as he devours my mouth just as he did my pussy.
“Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head and smile.
“Good.”
Picking me up, he turns off the water and opens the shower door, stepping out. He doesn’t bother to dry us off. He just walks through the house with us both dripping wet.
He stops in front of his bedroom door and kicks it open, while claiming my lips with his as if he can’t get enough of my taste. I love that because I can’t get enough of tasting him. I could taste him all day, every day, and never get tired of it.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers against my lips. I’m surprised when he tosses me onto his bed, not making an effort to be gentle.
I let out a little squeal and grab onto the blanket when I land. His eyes demand mine as he slowly crawls over me and spreads my legs apart. He scoots me higher and rubs his thumb over my sensitive clit while digging in his drawer for a condom.
I start to squirm from his touch and I almost feel on the brink of another orgasm. Just watching his face and the way he looks at me is enough to make me unravel.
Once he gets the condom on, he stands on his knees and looks down at me, while grabbing my ankles, and slowly placing them on his shoulders. “Let me know if I hurt you.”
He positions himself between my legs and enters me in one thrust. We both moan out as he hits hard. I don’t think I’ve ever had a man so deep before.
He begins to move in a slow, steady rhythm before speeding up, causing me to slam my head into the headboard. I throw my hands behind me and push off of the bed as he continues to take me, hard and deep.
Watching the way his body moves above mine has me hypnotized. “I’ve never seen a man move his body with such beauty,” I whisper.
He leans into my lips and whispers, “And I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you are, Calla. Always remember that.”
His lips crush mine and I dig into his back as he pushes in deep and stops. “You feel so good inside me.”
He pulls out and slams back into me again. “Better than anyone else does?” He sucks my nipple into his mouth before gripping it with his teeth. Pulling his mouth away, he looks back up at me. “Tell me.”
I nod my head, telling him the absolute truth. “No one else feels this good and it scares me.”
His eyes meet mine for a second as his jaw steels. I see him swallow and then before I know it, he’s picking me up off the bed and carrying me through the house.
We end up in the room that we did the photo shoot in, except the walls are now painted blue and there’s a white couch against the back wall, a desk and a couple tables. He walks over to the couch and sets me down on my knees, before bending me forward and shoving himself inside me from behind.
Gripping my hips, he thrusts fast and hard while rubbing his lips over my ear. The fast rhythm of his breath in my ear and the feel of him inside me has me gripping onto the couch as an orgasm washes through me, once again.
His hand reaches around, grabs the front of my throat, and pulls my neck back as he throbs inside of me, filling the condom. Once his body stills, he presses his lips against mine, kissing me gently and with passion; passion that I’ve never felt from him before.
A mixture of emotions cross his handsome face before he quickly shakes them off and lies back on the couch, pulling me with him.
We don’t say anything. We don’t have to. We’re content with this moment, and right now I just want to keep it this way before I go back down to my apartment and let my shame wash through me.
I’m a horrible person for not wanting to give him up after sleeping with his brother . . .
IT’S BEEN A FEW DAYS since Calla showed up at my door upset and confused about Hunter being my brother. I have to admit that it’s been bothering me more than I expected and I’ve been finding it hard to not think about it.
When I first saw Calla at my bar a couple weeks ago, I was drawn to her beauty and her fun personality. I wanted nothing more than to see what this beautiful girl was about, knowing that I need to keep my heart in check. I thought it would be easy to be with her physically and not feel any sort of attachment, but after being with her one time and getting a taste, I knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.
