by Marni Mann
“Damn,” he hissed as he pushed inside me. “You were tight around my fingers but not like this. You’re squeezing the fuck out of my cock.”
I breathed through the pain as he got the tip in. He kept it still, allowing me to adjust to him.
Then, he leaned over my back and whispered in my ear, “Don’t try to crawl away from me, Kyle. Now that I’ve started, there’s no way I can stop.”
“I won’t.”
“This ass”—he moved inside a little more—“is going to be mine.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I didn’t have words…not yet. All I had were sounds as my body adjusted to his size. He’d prepped me with his finger, so it wasn’t a complete invasion, and he had stayed still long enough for my hole to spread. But I worried it would be a while before I’d be able to sit again.
As he slid in a bit more, that worry was confirmed.
“I can tell I’m your first because I’ve never felt anything this tight.” He reached underneath me and began to rub my clit. “A virgin ass…that I’m going to destroy.”
“Ahh,” I moaned as he slid in a little more.
“Your cunt is so wet.” He dipped down to my other hole, spreading the juices between that and my clit. “You’re wet because you like having my cock in your ass.”
He finally moved all the way in, and I moaned out a response.
“I don’t think I can be gentle for much longer, Kyle. Tell me you’re ready for me.”
“I’m”—I gasped as he slowly pulled out and drove back in—“ready.”
“You’re pulsing around my cock. Your pussy’s tightening, and your clit’s getting hard.” He gripped my clit between his fingers and held it tightly. “A few more squeezes, and I’ll have you coming.”
“Yes,” I groaned. “I want that.”
My body had quickly accepted him, using all the fullness to build. But I wasn’t sure where the build was coming from because the sensations in my ass, my pussy, my clit were all so strong that they were competing against each other.
“Oh my God.”
“That’s it, baby. Push into me, so I can give you all of it.”
Each pump drove my face into the scratchy blanket. It caused my fingers to clench the wool. I was trying to keep my voice down, knowing Beard and Breath could hear me, but I couldn’t. Screams poured out during each exhale, and moans released during the inhales. This fullness was too much, too overwhelming…I couldn’t keep it contained.
“Jesus,” he hissed. “You’re milking the hell out of me. Squeeze the blanket, and hold on. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
I gripped the blanket and tried to hang on. All of my strength was consumed by this orgasm. It felt like it was sucking everything out of me and throwing it back at the same time. Between the explosion happening inside me and his powerful strokes slapping against my skin, I completely lost myself.
There was an eruption in my clit, a bursting euphoria in my ass. Then came the tingles. Everywhere. To the point where I wasn’t sure they would ever stop, ever lighten. Garin pumped me through the peak and slowed during my final shudders, and the numbness gradually started to leave my body.
“I need your fucking mouth.”
I was suddenly on my back again, and Garin was kneeling between my legs, his fingers rubbing circles over my clit. He was no longer inside me, and my body missed him. Clenched for him. Begged for him.
I looked between my thighs and saw his dick. It was so hard, pointing straight at me, my slickness shining from his skin. The capabilities of that organ were endless, the places it could bring me, the sensations it could make me feel.
“You want more of it?” The slight grin on his face told me he saw what I was staring at.
“Yes.”
“Give me that mouth then.”
I leaned up and met him halfway, his lips pounding into mine, his tongue swiveling through my opening. As he gripped my face, I smelled myself on his fingers. My scent was like a marking. Whether we stayed in this prison or we were eventually released, I didn’t want any other scent on him. I wanted my pussy to be the only one he was ever inside of, my ass to be the last one that milked him.
“Garin,” I moaned.
He inched closer, his hand rubbing my clit again, while he pressed the tip of his dick against me. “I’m not done with this yet.”
This wasn’t my pussy.
Before I was able to take a breath, his crown was back in my ass, thrusting his full length straight into it. I didn’t think my body would respond so quickly, but the intense strokes and the rubbing on my clit was all I needed. So was his face—that gorgeous, hairy, deliciously handsome face that gazed at me as though he couldn’t get enough of me.
“That didn’t take long.”
He knew my body. He always knew.
“I can’t stop it,” I said.
“I don’t want you to stop, but I want you closer.” His hands moved to my lower back, and he lifted me until I was straddling his waist and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Hold on to me, Kyle.”
“I am.”
“No. I need you to really hold on to me. I’m about to pound the fuck out of you.”
I locked my hands together.
“I can’t promise this isn’t going to hurt.”
“Hurt me then.”
I stayed on my knees, several inches above his waist, the tip of him barely inside me, and I waited for whatever beating he was about to give.
He held my hips and slowly brought me down to the base and back up to the crown. “I’ve been inside you all this time, and you’re still so fucking tight.”
As he drove into me, his short coarse hairs rubbed against my clit, and I cried out. The friction caused a burn, and the burn caused the most intense tingling.
He grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth and growled. “You keep giving me those sounds, and I’m going to come.”
“It feels…so good.”
“This is going to feel even better.”
He lifted me in the air and walked us over to the sink, spreading my legs across the chilly bowl, pressing my back against the rough concrete. With the sink holding my weight, keeping me at waist height, Garin no longer had to carry me. He could stand in front of me and use all his power to fuck me. And that was just what he did, rubbing my clit and stroking my ass with more intensity than he had before.
“You’re clenching my cock like you’re going to come.”
The sink was too slippery to hold on to, so I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and yanked on his hair. “It’s what you do to me.” I pressed my lips on his, our connection helping me build. “I can’t…hold it off for much longer.”
He stuck a finger inside my pussy. The probing matched the speed in which his hips thrust into me. “So fucking wet, and…mmm, you’re tightening even more.”
“Come with me,” I begged.
“Look at me.”
I didn’t know at what point I had closed my eyes, but I opened them on his command and stared into his.
“You want me to come in your ass, Kyle?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
I tugged on his hair to drag his face closer to mine. “I want you to come in my ass.”
“Say it again.”
He was rocking into me so hard. I didn’t know what sensation was taking me to the edge. But I knew there was pain, I knew there was plenty of pleasure, and I knew there were only seconds left before my own orgasm exploded.
“Come. In. Me.”
He growled against my lips. “Begging me to fill that tight little ass with my cum?”
“Yes. I want it.”
“You’re going to get it. Right now.”
I didn’t think he had any more speed and power left, but he did, and he used it to drive into me. His thrusts were long, deep, fast, sharp. Raw. His mouth hungrily devoured mine. His fingers continued their assault on my pussy, and I completely unraveled.
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��Kyle,” he moaned, “you’re milking it right out of me.”
I couldn’t respond. All I could do was hold on to his neck and let the orgasm blast through me. His abs tightened, his groaning deepened, his hips bucked—all of it telling me we were coming at the same time.
When he finally stilled and slowly pulled out of me, he said, “I’m not going to clean you.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll do it.”
As he looked down, a thick warmness began to seep out of me. It dripped into the bowl of the sink and clogged around the drain.
“No, you’re not.” He reached under me and pushed my cheeks together. “There’s more in your ass. I want it to stay in there. Don’t let it out, Kyle. I want only my cum on you.”
He didn’t say it. I didn’t dare bring it up. But it was as though he knew what Breath had put on my body. And like the feral animal that Garin was, he only wanted his scent on me. His scent to replace Breath’s.
“Okay,” I agreed.
“You need to get some sleep and heal this body.” His palms grazed over my thighs. “I wasn’t easy on you. You’re going to be sore.”
“I asked for it.”
“I fucking love that about you.”
He carried me off the sink and brought me to our bed. We lay on our backs on the scratchy wool blanket, air pounding in and out of our lungs. The light flickered above us, showing the dark window on the nearby wall. Another night was passing.
Another night I was still alive with the only man I would ever love.
“They must think you have the answer.” I felt his face turn toward me. “Why else would they take you for three days and leave me here?”
A part of me wanted to turn my head and blurt it all out. If anyone in this place deserved to kill me, it was Garin. But that wouldn’t help us get out of here.
“What’s stopping you from giving them what they want?” he asked.
He didn’t know our reason for being here had anything to do with Paulie because Breath and Beard hadn’t told him anything. He didn’t know the question Breath wanted me to answer. And he didn’t know I’d been holding in a secret. He just knew we were in here. Together. And he knew he didn’t have the answer.
Therefore, it had to be me.
I tilted my face toward him and mouthed, My brother.
Twenty-One
Kyle
Twelve Years Ago
Garin had kicked me out. He hadn’t escorted me to his front steps and slammed the door in my face. But he’d pulled away from me when we were in his bedroom and made me leave because he wanted to take things slow.
“I’m out of self-control. I’ve been trying real hard, but I want you so bad, it hurts. If I don’t stop now, I’m going to take things much further, and you don’t want that yet.”
But I did want that. I wanted further. I wanted more.
I knew the girls he’d been with in the past. He hadn’t pulled away from them, and he definitely hadn’t taken things slow. So, why was I different?
Maybe he was trying to be a gentleman even though I knew he wasn’t one. Sending me home before I was naked and stripped of my virginity—before his sheets could be covered in my blood and who-knew-what kind of words would have been flying out of my mouth—was the respectable thing to do.
But so many years had built up to that moment.
I expected more, and…he’d just pulled away.
My feelings weren’t going to change. They hadn’t changed in the years since I realized what I really wanted from him. But I wasn’t going to fight with him tonight, and I didn’t want to beg.
Tomorrow night though?
Tomorrow night would be different. I wasn’t going to leave so easily. In fact, I wasn’t going to leave at all. I was going to sleep in his bed. With him…for the whole night.
Go slowly? Screw that. We’d gone slowly enough.
As I walked down Garin’s front steps, I opened the package of sugary doughnuts that he’d given me. He was always so worried about what I ate and how much. He knew these doughnuts were my favorite. He gave them to me for breakfast every morning; he would never let me go to school on an empty stomach. He just didn’t understand that I required less food than him. Over the years, my body had gotten used to the emptiness, the cramps, and the growling. There had been plenty of both tonight, but I was too worked up to be hungry. I was only going to eat these because he wanted me to.
I reached the sidewalk just as Paulie was walking out of his apartment. It was dark out. The light from his phone, held so close to his face, showed that he was scowling. His movements were exaggerated and as dramatic as mine.
“You okay, Paulie?” I asked.
When he saw me, he shoved his phone into his pocket and dug around until he finally found his keys. “Yeah, I’m good.”
I waved. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
I walked past his front steps on the way to my place and bit into a doughnut. The powder soaked into my tongue and tickled the back of my throat. I almost coughed. I loved when it did that—when clouds of white came out of my mouth because something tasted so good.
The clouds always made me and Garin laugh.
“Hey, Kyle?”
I turned around.
Paulie was standing at his car door. “Has your brother been around?”
Paulie and Anthony were best friends. They talked to each other as much as I spoke to Garin and Billy, which was certainly more than I chatted with my brother. If Anthony was around, Paulie would have already known.
“No,” I said. “I haven’t seen him.” I scanned the cars that were parked in front of my apartment.
Anthony hadn’t been home when I’d left for Garin’s, and even though it was hard to see, it didn’t look like he had returned.
“You talked to him though?”
I tried to think of the last time.
“Nope. Not today.”
I watched as a car took a left onto our street and started driving toward us. It was hard to see the make and color; The Heart wasn’t well lit. Most of the streetlamps were out along with the lights outside our front doors. When the city replaced one of the bulbs, it would be stolen within a few hours. Lights showed faces; they showed dealings, they showed illegal things being exchanged between hands… they showed evidence. The Heart didn’t like that. The things that happened here needed to stay in the dark.
“Have you tried calling him?” I asked. “Maybe he just lost his phone or something.”
“He didn’t lose his phone. He…” His voice trailed off as the car got closer, and Paulie started walking toward the road.
The parked cars were blocking most of my view. But I was able to see Paulie’s profile and how the headlights were lighting up his legs and jacket and face.
I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t drag my eyes away from him.
Something felt off—in the scowl on his mouth, in the questions he’d asked, in the way he moved farther into the street. In the way the car was coming toward him, driving so slowly.
Whatever that something was, it told me not to move. It told me to keep watching Paulie. It made everything inside me shake.
I’d lived in The Heart all my life. I knew how dangerous it could be. I’d learned at an early age to trust my gut. So, why the hell wasn’t I listening to it? Why were my feet moving me toward Paulie?
I felt the packet of doughnuts fall out of my hand just before I jumped over the curb. “Hey!” I yelled to get his attention. It didn’t work; he stayed facing the car. “Paulie, come here!”
Didn’t he see how slowly the car was moving? Didn’t he feel what I felt?
I had to reach him. Warn him. Grab his hand and pull him back inside his apartment.
The headlights turned off. The light was suddenly gone.
Another warning.
I was running out of time.
“Paulie,” I gasped, trying to find my footing, my legs not wanting to move as fast as the rest of me. My breath came out in huffs
. “Come back here. Come back—”
There was noise. More than just the sound of the engine. This was a grinding, like the window was rolling down and the tracks needed to be greased.
Oh God.
Something poked out of the open window. It was thin. Circular. Dark. It got longer and longer.
The barrel of a gun.
“Paulie…no!”
Why wasn’t I moving faster? Why couldn’t I find his hand?
“Kyle, get back.”
I heard him so clearly. I knew how close I was to him.
Just a few more steps.
I finally saw his hand, close enough to reach. I clasped my fingers around his thumb. “Come on, we have to go.”
He turned a bit and then pushed me back with both hands. “Get out of here, Kyle.”
I stumbled. I tried to catch my balance, but I slammed into one of the cars along the curb. “Paulie—”
The car with the gun had almost reached him.
“Paulie, get down!” My shoulder ricocheted off the door, and I fell to the ground.
Paulie didn’t listen. He stayed right where he was, his body facing the car. The gun was pointed directly at him.
He didn’t say another word. He didn’t duck; he didn’t try to hide. He didn’t reach for his own gun, the one I knew was tucked in the back of his jeans. He just walked toward the car. And then he went completely still.
He knew.
Somehow, Paulie knew…and he did nothing.
My arms wrapped around my stomach as I cowered against the side of the tire. My whole body tightened. I held my breath, and I waited for the sound. I waited for the explosion. Whoever was about to hurt Paulie was going to come for me next.
No witnesses. Not ever.
Not in The Heart.
This was the end…for both of us.
BANG.
Paulie fell to the ground. It felt like the pavement vibrated underneath me, but I knew it hadn’t. I covered my head with my arms. No breath. No air. Through the small space between my forearms, I saw the blood start to pool out of the side of his body.
Where was the second shot? Where was the pain in my chest?
“Paulie,” I cried. “No.” It came out as a whisper. “Paulie. Paulie, stand up. Paulie…”