I push the towel up over her ass and tease the little pink hole with the silver tip.
“Dev,” she mewls, leaning forward as I penetrate the tight ring of muscle, pushing in then pulling out, stretching it the way I see fit.
I prolong sliding it all the way, just to watch her squirm.
“If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to make myself come,” she threatens, achy and uncomfortable already.
“The only person who’s going to make you come is me.” I shove the plug into her hole, and she huffs out a tortured noise.
“You’re going to be so fucking wet by the time I get home. And I’m going to be so fucking hard thinking about that all day.” I pull her up and lick her neck. Her hair is still wet from the shower, and her skin smells like her coconut shampoo.
“Are you sure you don’t want to tide yourself over before you leave?” She bends over flashing me the little purple jewel winking out of her ass.
“Oh, I do, butterfly. But I won’t.” I spank her, and she jumps. “Be good.” I kiss her pink cheek.
“No promises,” she rebels.
I throw her a stern look over my shoulder as I pull a shirt from my closet.
“Maybe I should just tie you to the bed so I know you’ll behave.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me and find out.”
Kayla faces me, a perverse smile playing on her lips. She then drops her towel, leaving herself completely naked and me completely drooling.
“I need to go call Sam.” She walks out of the room seductively, almost vexingly. The little siren just loves to provoke me. But I’m stronger than that. There’s only one place I want to stick my dick, and that’s right in her loose, primed ass.
Kayla
I grab my phone off the charger in the kitchen and quickly dial Sam. I’ll admit, this conversation is going to be weird—me naked with a shiny new butt plug lodged in my ass—but my pride won’t let Dev have the last word. I’ll tease him until one of three things happens: he fucks me, ties me to the bed, or exercises all restraint and just goes to work. I’m really hoping for the first option because my need is already starting to itch from the plug wreaking havoc on my body.
“Hello?” Sam answers like she knows it’s me.
“How come I’m the last one to know everything?”
“You’re not. I was going to tell you. I’ve just been putting some things to rest.”
“You looked awesome on TV. Dev said you looked badass.” I’m monumentally proud of her.
“He did?” She actually chuckles. “I was just doing my job. No recognition is necessary.” Modest, as always.
“Yeah, right! You were part of one of the biggest drug busts in this area’s history! Recognition is most definitely necessary.” Sam laughs outright. As I listen to her happy sound, Dev walks into the kitchen. I stiffen as he brushes by me, my eyes following his every step. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge then approaches me.
“Behave, butterfly,” he mouths, sliding the icy plastic over one nipple. I jerk as he keeps walking straight out the door.
Fuck, it’s going to be a long day. I sag against the brown-speckled laminate counter.
“Kayla? Are you still there?” Sam’s tone elevates.
“I’m here,” I answer distracted.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“No, sorry, can you repeat it? I got distracted.” My cheeks heat from a mixture of arousal and embarrassment.
“I said it never would have happened if it wasn’t for you.”
“Me?” I make my way into the small laundry room off the kitchen to find some clothes.
“Yes, you. That license plate you sent me set all the wheels in motion. We looked into the owner of the bike and found out he had some very strong ties to an underground drug ring. He was also an addict and very sloppy, so it was easy to keep him under surveillance. We set up a sting to trap him. It was almost too easy. He had two strikes already, so with a little persuasion, he gave up the higher-level players to avoid a long stint in jail. After that, we watched and waited. And we learned a lot. The whereabouts of the abandoned church they used as a warehouse. The routes they traveled to transport the drugs, even their suppliers. It was a multi-state operation and thousands of devoted man hours.”
“That all happened from one simple picture? It sounds so involved.” I pick through the clothes in the dryer.
“It was. But that crap is off the streets, and Viper is where he belongs, behind bars.” There’s an air of relief in her voice.
I smile, pulling out one of Dev’s white T-shirts. It’s still warm, and the heated cotton enlivens my skin as I slide it on.
“I’m proud and happy and pissed you didn’t tell me sooner.”
“I know, but I couldn’t, so you’ll just have to forgive me this time.”
“Ugh, fine,” I tease sarcastically, grabbing a pair of folded hot pink underwear from the top of the dryer.
“Glad I’m forgiven,” she mimics my tone. God, I really do adore my aunt. “So enough about me. What’s going on with you?”
“Um…” I pull on the bikinis. “Same old.” I walk out of the laundry room, the plug reminding me of its presence with every step.
“Same old? Kayla, I don’t think there’s anything same or old about your life.”
I chew on my lip. What does she want me to say? I decide on the truth. “I’m happy.”
Sam sighs on the other end of the line. “All my professional instincts tell me what you’re involved in is risky. Please be careful.”
“I am,” I assure her for the thousandth time.
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” she reiterates for the thousandth time.
“There’s risk in any relationship. One, two, or three.” I try to persuade her.
“I know, honey.” She doesn’t sound convinced.
“Please trust me,” I implore. I can’t walk away from either of them.
“I do.”
Reese
I climb out from the backseat of the cab and stare up at my childhood home. I can’t remember the last time I saw it as a haven. Actually, that’s not true. I do remember. It was right before I found my father dead on the living room couch. Everything changed that night. My whole world. It was such a critical time in my life, crossing the threshold from boy to man. My father gave me and my budding career everything he had. All his spare time. Early track runs, late night homework. He was my biggest fan, and I leaned on him for all spectrums of support. Coming home is such a fucking painful reminder. That’s part of the reason I fought Dev on moving back. He had a perfect life in New York, but he was adamant about coming back. Why the simple life is so appealing, I’ll never know. Not when there’s a whole world out there to see. To experience.
Kayla is the only thing that makes being in the house bearable. She’s the only thing that makes it a haven again. I feel my twelve-year-old self emerge, excited and happy to burst through the door. I don’t know where this relationship is going to lead, but I can tell you I’m committed to it until the end. It’s not conventional, orthodox, or even public, but it gives me a sense of home that I’ve lacked most of my adult life.
“Kayla?” I yell from the entryway, dropping my backpack next to the door. Everything looks the same, except it smells different. Like fresh flowers.
“Reese?” Kayla appears at the top of the stairs. She’s wearing a long white t-shirt and nothing else. “What are you doing here?” She flies down toward me. “I thought you weren’t getting in until late tonight?” She bounds into my arms, and my heart solidifies.
“I caught an earlier flight. I wanted to surprise you.”
“You did!” She kisses me enthusiastically, wrapping her legs around my waist in the middle of the foyer. Now, this is a welcome home of champions.
“I missed you, baby.” I walk straight up the stairs with Kayla glued to me.
“Me too.” She shoves her tongue down my throat. “So much.” She grinds o
n my cock, and I’m a dead man walking. After two months of being in a committed relationship with my hand, I’m fiending for some real pussy. Kayla’s pussy.
I toss her onto the bed, and she lands with a bounce.
“Fuck first,” I start.
“Make love second?” she finishes.
“Exactly.” It’s what I told her the other day. I’m so hard up I couldn’t be gentle even if I tried. She was open to the plan.
“Roll over. Show me that ass.”
Kayla’s cheeks flush a shade of red I’ve never seen before. Why suddenly insecure?
“C’mon, baby, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” I encourage her. She slowly rolls onto her stomach and lifts her tight, perky ass into the air. “Nice underwear,” I muse as I rip my jeans open, tickling her clit over the lace, the panties identical to the ones she sent me for my birthday.
The panties I’ve kept in my backpack ever since.
“Damn, baby.” I shove my pants down forcefully, my cock protruding like a steel sword, before hastily yanking Kayla’s shirt up and tearing the hot pink bikinis down her thighs. I pause right before I slam into her, my breathing heavy.
“What the fuck?” A little purple jewel is staring up from her taut little hole.
Kayla looks at me over her shoulder, the need evident in her flushed cheeks and glassy brown eyes.
“Dev,” is her simple answer.
That’s all she needs to say. I know my brother has one hell of a kinky side, and it looks like he got Kayla to embrace hers as well.
“You two have been busy while I was gone.” I raise an eyebrow.
“Just keeping ourselves entertained until you got back.” She wiggles her ass.
I’ll admit, I haven’t really indulged in kinky sex besides, you know, sharing a woman with my brother. I like to get straight to the point. I know what feels good, and I go after it. But seeing Kayla with that pretty little plug, eyeing me like a hungry lioness, I’m inclined to give it a chance.
I grip her hips, an overwhelming sexual charge taking hold.
“Do you want me, Kayla?”
I line the head of my thrumming cock up to her swollen, glistening pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” She pushes back, causing the tip of my erection to breach her soaked entrance.
“Shit!” That small amount of sensation sends me over the edge, and I ram into her, both of us crying out from the explosive connection.
I can barely stand it as I fall forward, bracketing her body with mine. I thrust continuously, irrationally, as I drown in an undertow of arousal. With every momentous stab of my cock, Kayla jerks forward, torturous grunts escaping from her throat.
“Kayla! Fuck, Kayla!” I spiral quickly as her pussy grips me like an opening and closing fist. My pelvis slapping the butt plug in a violent attack.
We fuck until we’re covered in sweat, and Kayla is scratching at the sheets. My cock swells in an angry fit as she moans incessantly, the sound a seductive pull.
“Reese!” She abruptly bucks, an unexpected flood of fluid soaking my cock. “Oh, fuck!” She comes under my driving force, the tightening of her inner walls and the smearing of her cum setting me off.
My groans vibrate off her back as I bite on her shirt and explode like a nuclear reactor.
We both pant insanely as I twist her face and swallow her sounds, my muscles stiffening like a board. I finally collapse onto the mattress pulling Kayla with me. She niggles up in my arms, my world suddenly replete with fulfillment.
I listen to Kayla breathe as I run one finger through her long brown hair.
“You okay?” I ask, gazing up at the ceiling.
“You’re back. I’m perfect.” I feel her smile against my chest.
I glance down as she looks up. We both laugh. This woman is beyond bewitching.
“How long do I get you for again?” Kayla asks sweetly, a glaze of satisfaction in her stare.
“Four whole days,” I remind her.
“Oh, right. I was hoping the answer might have changed.” Her tone is playful, but her expression is contradictory. I run my thumb along her cheek. “This is hard,” she admits, her voice small.
“I know. But you have Dev to take care of you while I’m gone.”
“It’s not the same. He’s only one-half of what makes me whole. I need you as much as I need him.”
“You have me, baby. You have me in a way no one has ever had me. Since that moment in the hospital.”
“What moment?”
“When I told you to put your mouth on me and you kissed me. It felt like a chemical reaction. Something unexpectedly shifted. You owned me before I even realized it. Before I could even stop it.” I tilt her face up. “But I can’t stop being who I am. I race because it makes me feel alive, but you make me want to live, and that makes all the difference.”
“When did you become so poetic?” Kayla tries to hide her flattered expression.
“When I met a woman who gave the word love a definition,” I reiterate. Because it’s the truest of truths. Love was on the same meaningless level as fuck until Kayla.
“Your sentimental side is turning me on.” She crawls on top of me.
“I did promise love after fuck.” I run my hands up her thighs.
“How about we translate those words into action?” She leans over and kisses me. A white-hot, jaw-stretching embrace. I drive my tongue into her mouth as our hips surge, the friction of her wet folds re-hardening my cock.
“Take this fucking shirt off already before I tear it in two.”
Kayla, slowly, teasingly, sheds the shirt from her body.
“Much better.” I slip myself inside her, idolizing her perfect, naked form. I sit up, massaging both breasts, torturing each nipple as she drops her head back and rocks her hips. I lick and nip and pull with my teeth until she’s moaning. Until I’m hard as fuck and we’re grinding slowly. I relish every second I’m inside her. Her soft sighs my kryptonite. I reach around and press on the plug while she rides me.
“That’s it, baby.” We rock together, gradually and deeply, Kayla encircled tightly in my arms. “I want to feel all your love.”
Dev
I haven’t been able to think about anything but Kayla all damn day. The woman drives me bat-shit crazy without even trying.
All I keep picturing is that jeweled plug lodged in her ass, and how fucking perfect that primed hole is going to feel when I sink the entire length of my cock into it.
I walk through the front door ready to strip right in the foyer. I kick a black leather bag next to the door as I enter, and my stomach drops. I know who it belongs to, and he wasn’t scheduled to get home until late tonight.
“Kayla?” I raise my voice as I climb the stairs, anxious all of a sudden.
It’s dusk, so a soft light is overflowing through the house. I walk into my bedroom, and I’m struck with rage as hot as a bolt of white lightning.
“You’re home,” Kayla purrs, popping her head up from the pillow, her and Reese’s naked limbs tangled together on the bed. “We’ve been waiting for you.” She reaches out to me, but I’m frozen in place. Seeing her laying there with Reese does something inexplicable. It makes me tremble with an unidentifiable emotion.
“Dev?” Kayla beckons me again, and I manage to get my feet to move.
I prowl slowly over to the bed, shedding my clothes as I go. I keep my sole focus on Kayla, watching a lustful smile spread across her face.
She sits up, helping me push down my boxer briefs as I climb onto the mattress. Once they disappear, I clamp her face in my hands and kiss her deep and hard, invading her mouth with my tongue, claiming what’s mine.
“Have you been a good girl?” I ask, anger bubbling.
“No,” she answers. “I was very, very naughty.”
I glance over at Reese, who is just lying there grinning.
“You two have been having fun without me,” he states.
I wish it would stay
that way. The insidious thought infects my brain.
I ignore Reese and concentrate solely on Kayla. I’ve been fantasizing about her all day, and I want what I want. Which is her.
“Flip over.” I’m rough with her, but I can’t help it. I’m buzzing with need and something else, something dangerous.
She climbs onto Reese, displaying her ass to me and the little jeweled plug. At least she managed to listen on that front.
I press on the jewel, Kayla moaning from the pressure.
“You ready for me, butterfly?” My voice is hoarse with lust and restrained aggression.
“Suck my cock, baby.” Reese strokes his growing shaft.
“No,” Kayla denies him. “I want you both. I need you both inside me.”
Her request heightens my anger. I’ve never had a problem sharing before, but presently, it’s making me enraged. I ignore the foreign feelings, solely focusing on Kayla’s ripe little ass.
“Who am I to deny you?” Reese pulls her face down, French kissing her as he flexes his hips and sinks into her pussy. My vision goes blurry, and my breathing accelerates. I don’t feel like myself.
“Dev,” Kayla’s desperate voice pulls me back as she rides my brother. “Hurry.” She looks over her shoulder enticingly. Communicating she wants me as much as him.
It doesn’t quell the agitated feeling, but it does spur me on, the plug taunting me to fuck her like I’ve wanted to all day.
I palm one ass cheek, slowly running my hand over the curve of her behind. I pull at the plug; Kayla widens her legs straddled over Reese, preparing for me. Her wanton sighs giving me multiple kinds of chills. Good, bad, and indifferent, but the lure of her ass cloaks my animosity. I pull the plug from her body, her stretched little hole ensnaring me. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I lick my hand, lubing my cock with spit, then, without hesitation, dive into her. I sink in all in one shot, the reverberation affecting us all. The engulfing sensation of her elasticized hole shoots straight to my balls, spurring me to move.
The sound Kayla makes as she accepts me is one I’ve never heard before. It’s a mix of breathy excitement and unseen shock. She stills on Reese’s chest as her body adjusts to the jolt and my thick, pistoning cock.
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