Ugly Dark Truth

by Sapphire Knight

  “Release your ankles, baby,” I murmur as I work her uniform skirt over her hips and she adjusts so I can get it off. The material goes flying over my shoulder as she shucks her shirt the rest of the way off. She’s left lying before me in her matching panty and bra set. “Jesus,” I sigh, growing harder than I’ve ever felt before. My cock feels like it may burst at the sight of her. “Are you on birth control?”

  Kres nods, biting her plump lip.

  “Thank fuck. I want to feel you without a barrier.”

  Her brow shoots up, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? We haven’t been to the doctors yet to get tested.”

  I know she’s a good girl and not the type to sleep around. I trust she’d never put me in the position to give me anything. “I love you; I trust you,” I reassure her. “And I’ll never hurt you again. Do you trust me too?” I ask, praying she does. Not only so I can have sex with her raw, but because it’s important that my future wife has faith in me.

  She swallows and admits, “After everything that’s happened...I do trust you. I’m surprised, but it’s the truth.”

  “I’m glad, and I mean it…you have my loyalty.”

  “I know, Tristan. Now make love to me.”

  Flashing an eager smile, I lean down, breathing her in through her panties. It makes her giggle and squirm, and God, do I love the sound of her happy. My hands move up, over her stomach to her breasts again and find the clasp in the middle of her bra. A smooth flick and it’s released, falling to the sides, baring her silver-dollar-sized nipples. My mouth salivates at the sight of the stiff peaks, and in the next blink, my mouth is covering them, moving between the two to suck and lick my fill. “Mm, you taste good and smell good. I want you so badly.”

  Her hands move around my exploring face and fingers to quickly unlatch the many buttons on my uniform shirt, before demanding I take it off. Grinning, I do as she says, tossing it to join her skirt. Her warm palms move over my sculpted chest and abs. They’re not as rigged as my older brother’s, but I’m pretty proud of my body regardless.

  Her eyes widen as she takes me in, mumbling random compliments about each new muscle she touches. It only makes me want to get in even better shape for her. I don’t care about it for football or the modeling photos I’ve done. I want her to always look at me like she is right now. “God, Tristan, I knew you had to look hot with all the sports and everything. I’ve seen you on the field shirtless and stuff, but feeling you and being this close, is just wow. You’re so sculpted.”

  Grinning like a fool, my mouth takes hers in another passionate kiss. The move has her lifting her hips to rub her heat against me. She feels amazing, but her little wiggles and touches are going to make me shoot off like it’s my first time, if she’s not careful. Sliding my hands down her ribs, my fingers catch in her panties, and I move to work them over her hips and down her legs. I don’t throw those though. Setting them off to the side so I can put them in my underwear drawer later, I lightly press her clit to distract her.

  “Yes! I love that,” she gasps, and I chuckle. She’s so responsive, and that’s such a turn on for me.

  Her hands move to push at my slacks, and I take the hint. Flicking the button, the zipper follows, and I’m shoving and twisting and kicking my slacks off and onto the floor. Her hands move around to grip my butt in my boxer briefs. She grabs and pulls me into her.

  “Kresley,” I grunt. “Slow down, or I’m not going to last, and I’m not even in you yet.”

  “Please, Tristan,” she pants. She smiles against my mouth and moves to kiss my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. That’s normally a no-go zone for me, but I want everyone to know she’s been all over me. I fucking love her, and every chick out there needs to know I belong to Kresley only. I don’t want my fiancée to have a doubt in her mind as to where my loyalty lies. I never want to witness again the uncertainty I saw in her today. Her fingers move to the elastic band around my waist,, and she works her small hands under the barrier. A growl leaves me as her hand shoots south, grazing along my length.

  Breathing heavy, my head falls to the bed beside her as she eventually takes in my full size and fists my cock. I’m in heaven as her palm slides up and down, causing my vision to blur as sensations vibrate through my entire body. Drawing in a breath through my teeth, my hips shoot forward with each tug until I jerk back out of her reach, the elastic snapping against my abdomen. “Enough,” I eventually hiss, shoving my underwear to my ankles and shaking them the rest of the way off.

  My length springs free, pressing against her wetness. “Oh, wow!” Her eyes grow wide as she peers down between us and gets her first look at my full size. I won’t lie, hearing her reaction causes my chest to puff out a bit. I’ve been complimented on my size in the past, but none of that matters. The only thing I care about is if Kresley is pleased and I make her feel good.

  “You ready for me?” I inquire with my fingers moving in front of my hardness to find her opening. She’s drenched, wetness sliding down her opening and onto the bed beneath her. “You’re soaked,” I comment and thrust a digit in her heat. She’s tight and eager.

  Her hips gyrate, a whimper leaving her upon entry. She’s vibrating with need. I don’t know if I’ve ever turned someone on so much this quickly. Working a second finger into her, I move them in and out, scissoring my fingers to try and spread her open a little. I don’t want to hurt Kresley when I enter her. I only want to bring her pleasure.

  “Yes, I need to feel you.” At her pleading, I can’t hold back any longer. I’m craving her just as badly as she is me.

  Removing my fingers, I bring them to my mouth, sucking her juices from them. She tastes sweet like honeyed strawberries. “Mm, like dessert.”

  She blushes, and I move my hips to line myself up. My cock eagerly seeks her entrance, and I thrust. She’s warm, wet, and tight—just the right combination. She claws at my shoulders, whimpering into my ear and driving me wild. I’ve been as careful and patient as I can be. I’m not known for delayed gratification which Kresley soon discovers as I draw her leg up and place it over my shoulder. I hit deep inside her, making her scream my name in pleasure.

  “Louder,” I demand, plunging into her entrance again and again. She’s amazing all over—inside and out. Witnessing her so vulnerable like this and feeling her wrapped around me tightly, has me falling even deeper in love with her. I know we’re young and many would probably say too young, but I don’t care. If anything, we have plenty of time to learn and grow with each other. I certainly can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her.

  “Oh, Tristan! Don’t stop, I’m coming,” she shares as I feel her pulse around me tighter.

  “Fuck!” My hands fist as I try to fight off my impending orgasm to wait for hers. The closer she gets, the tighter she squeezes me until my vision’s dotted with spots. “Come for me, sugar plum. I want you to come all over my big, fat cock, right now,” I growl and she lets out one last scream, nails digging into my shoulders. Her hips press against mine as she holds me to her, spasming around me. The sensations send me spiraling headfirst into my own intense orgasm. My cock throbs inside her, spasm after spasm shooting bursts of cum deep inside her soaked core. “So damn perfect, Kresley,” I manage to grit out as the last drops of cum drip free, and I’m once again fully coherent.

  “You are…” she pants, and I flip us, so she’s lying across my chest with my weight off of her. “That was...intense.”

  “For me too,” I agree, embracing her to me. I’m sweaty, but I don’t want to let her go just yet.

  “Way better than going back to school.” She grins, and my chest rumbles with a chuckle.

  “You didn’t eat though. Are you hungry?”

  She shrugs. “Maybe a little, but I don’t want to get up yet.”

  “Good, me either,” I yawn, my eyes drooping as fatigue hits me.

  “I love you, Tristan,” she whispers drowsily.

  “I love you too.” I pull her fluffy down com
forter over us. Tucking it around our entwined bodies, we doze off into a warm, comfortable, sated sleep.

  I find Kresley and Tristan in her bed, sleeping. I’d peeked my head into her room, searching for her. I hadn’t seen either of them since they stormed out at lunch. I knew she was upset, and it looks like my brother was able to smooth things over. I had seen the incriminating photo of Tristan and that random girl right after I left Kresley with Axel. I figured she’d get upset over it, but it was clearly a setup. I knew it as soon as someone told me to check it out.

  My brother may be a bossy asshole, but he’s not a cheating one. I swear, if I find out who took the photo and posted it, I’m going to get payback somehow. Axel’s smart; he’ll help me figure something out. The girls at the academy will learn the hard way, if necessary, not to mess with our woman. Kresley deserves none of the shit she’s had to deal with in life, and I’m going to do my best to make sure she never faces any of it alone again. I’ll be her strength, and when needed, she can lean on me.

  Stripping out of the stuffy academy uniform, I flip the oversized shower on. Multiple jets begin spraying from all different directions, and I crank up the hot water to wash the day away. A shower’s exactly what I need now that I know Kres is here and safe. I’ve always worried about my brothers, but nowhere near as much as I do that girl. I tried to distance myself from her, but it wasn’t going to happen. I fell face first in love with her, and now I can’t see my future without her in it. I don’t care if she has to be Tristan’s wife for appearance purposes. As long as I get to have her in my life in private, I’ll manage. I’d rather have some of her, even if it has to be in secret, then to not have any of her.

  Steam starts to fill and overtake the space, so I toss a towel over the glass barrier and step under the hot spray. It kneads my muscles and thaws out my chilled bones. Moving up north has screwed with my body. I’m always sore from something now, it seems.

  “Brent?” A sweet voice calls and then again, but closer. “Brent? Oh, hey. Sorry, I can come back when you’re finished.”

  Turning around, I face Kresley full on. “No, don’t go,” I growl at seeing her looking all sleepy and sexy. Her hair is mussed in every direction, and her skin glows. It looks like my brother made her feel pretty damn fine earlier. The thought of her naked and in a bed has my cock growing. Her gaze widens, and her jaw drops as she notices it. “Stay,” I manage to croak, throaty with longing.

  “Are you sure?” she asks breathily, and I nod, never surer of anything in my life.

  I gesture for her to come closer, and she obliges. “Join me.”

  She swallows, glancing about the room. I’d guess she’s never showered with a guy before which makes me want her in here with me even more. Eagerly I take in her body as she peels the one layer between her and me off. Draping the robe over the hook beside the shower, she faces me fully. The woman is more breathtaking than I ever imagined, and I’ve had my fair share of fantasies of her.

  “Is this what you want?” she whispers, gazing at me, unsure written all over her.

  “I want you in here, with me,” I respond and open the glass door. A billow of steam escapes, and I hold my palm out to her. With a sweet smile, she places her much small hand in mine and allows me to lead her into the warmth with me. “Mm,” I grunt as she brushes against my thigh. My muscles are tense at the sight of her. I have all this pent-up need and energy when it comes to Kresley, especially after our little tryst in the closet at school earlier.

  Her eyes widen as the water hits her, and she gasps. “You like it hot.”

  “I do,” I hiss, yanking her back to my front. My arms surround her, molding her form to mine. Her hair’s off to one side, exposing her neck, and I take it as an invitation. Raining wet kisses over the soft curve, a hum of approval escapes me. She feels good in my embrace. “I missed you this afternoon. Did everything turn out okay when you left?”

  She nods, and my worry relaxes. I won’t press her for details; they aren’t my business. As long as Kresley’s okay and content, that’s what matters to me. I know my brother wouldn’t cheat on her like that, especially with the strong feelings he’s confessed to having for our girl.

  “I missed you too,” she admits and leans into my touch. Her skin’s kissed pink from the hot water, her full breasts aching for my touch.

  “You’re absolutely divine, sweetheart. Can I have you?” I ask, wanting to be sure before I move ahead without open consent from the woman of my dreams. I don’t want to screw this up in any way, and if she’s not ready, I’ll pump the brakes. It might be weird for her since she was just with Tristan, and I don’t want her uncomfortable. The small detail that she was with him earlier doesn’t concern me; it’s not the first occasion I’ve shared with my brothers. This time just means more than any of the others in the past.

  “I would love that, Brent, but Tristan and...”

  “Shh, that’s between you two. This is between us, okay?”

  My hands move over her silky skin before grabbing my body wash. Pouring some on my loofah, I lather it up nice and sudsy before smoothing it over Kresley’s skin. She’s still as a statue as I wash her limb by limb, erasing every trace of the day, coating her in one of my scents.

  “That feels really good,” she admits, and my length throbs with desire for her.

  Giving it a quick squeeze, I silently chant “soon” to my erection. My tongue trails behind the water, moving over each clean spot the wetness kisses the soap away. I want to taste her, all of her. She sighs my name, and the sound nearly unravels the small restraint I have left.

  “You taste like everything I’ve always wanted,” I admit, and she giggles.

  “You’re so sweet to me, Brent.” Kresley turns in my arms, her curvy nakedness pressing against my front. Meeting my desire-filled stare, she admits, “I thought you were grouchy for months, but it turns out you’re full of sweetness inside.” She beams a bright smile, and my lips pull up into a grin.

  “You’re the one full of sweetness,” I rumble and fall to my knees. Her mouth falls open as her jaw drops at the sight of me before her. Breathing in, I can smell her feminine scent mixed with my soap filling the air. She wants me just as badly as I’m craving her. Leaning in, my nose meets the tender skin of her clit, making her shudder at the touch.

  “Oh, Brent,” she breathes, and the sound has me pulsating with need. I want to pick her up and take her roughly against the shower wall, but there’s time for that. First, I want her juices on my tongue.

  My hands move to spread her thighs, pushing her open for my mouth to explore. My tongue darts forward, swiping through her pale peach lips, coating my tongue in her essence. “Fuck,” I murmur into her mound. I’ve never had something so sweet before, and I can already tell that I’ll never have enough either. Not holding back, I go to town, smothering her with my lips, tongue, and saliva. She’s so damn wet, it’s like a slip and slide as I play with her.

  “Y-you’re tongue,” she begins but gets cut off as I spear it inside her opening. Her legs shake, and my grip tightens, holding her up. “Oh!” She moans as my mouth moves up, and I suck her clit. My tongue moves softly over the sensitive bud, repeatedly making her tremble then nibbling lightly, repeating the routine.

  “Oh, God!” Kresley cries louder than before. Her hands fly to my head, her fingers tugging at the short hair. “Yes,” she moans as she vibrates all over and quickly finds her release courtesy of my mouth.

  Kissing my way back up her body, my hands remain on her thighs, moving to cup them from behind. Turning her, I take a step forward until her back is against the wall and then lift her. Panting, she wraps her legs around my waist. “I’m not too heavy?” she asks, and I snort.

  “Of course not, sweetheart; you’ll never be too heavy for me.” I flex my biceps for good measure, and she groans at the hard muscles.

  “Your body is insane, Brent. I’ve never seen anything like it,” she compliments, and I preen at her praise. I love knowing
there’s never been anyone like me before and that she notices my differences from my younger brothers.

  My mouth moves for her breasts, taking in the purple hickeys marring her perfect flesh. I’m sure others would be pissed, but it does the opposite to me for some reason. The sight of them has my mouth salivating to leave more of my own marks on her.

  “So damn sexy, Kresley,” I murmur, taking a mound in my mouth. Drawing her nipples in between my lips, she wiggles and whimpers my name. Her sounds drive me on, making me want more. The undersides of her full breasts are unmarked, so I choose there to place my newest marks. Sucking, I rough up the tender skin, leaving purple circles behind. She’s mine. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m keeping her, whether my brothers want her for forever or not. I know I do.

  “More please,” she whines, and my mouth takes hers in a heated kiss. My length prods at the apex of her thighs, seeking her entrance. I want inside her something fierce. My tongue swirls with hers, taunting and enticing. She makes my head spin when she gives herself so freely to my demanding kisses.

  “How much more?” I growl as my length rubs through her soaked lips, ready to plunge.

  “I want all of you,” she admits breathily, sex coating her voice. To witness her like this, so turned on because of me, has precum leaking from my tip.

  “You’ve got me, sweetheart,” I promise against her mouth and drive forward. I take her in one powerful drive, relishing in her loud moan. I don’t think she was expecting me to enter her in one fell swoop, and it felt absolutely amazing.

  Keeping up the same rhythm, I hold tightly to her thighs as I pull back and shoot forward repeatedly. With each thrust, she moans. She’s loud, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls. It may as well be a cheer, rooting me on, because that’s exactly what it does. In no time, I’m slamming into her. I can’t seem to go fast enough, hard enough, or deep enough, and boy do I try. She clutches to me though each thrust, whimpering and begging me not to stop. It’s music to my ears. I never want to leave her warm pot of honey.