by Vivien Vale
I commit this image to memory, her body naked and on display for me, my thumb in her mouth, and her eyes large and full of lust. If I ever need to fantasize about her again, instead of having her all to myself, this is a memory I would visit again and again.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say, and her lips curl into a smile around my thumb.
Dana
I’m balanced on the edge of the tub with Keagan’s thumb in my mouth, and I’m ready for him to take me again. I don’t know what he has in mind, but whatever he asks, I want to do it. Sex with him is better than anything I’ve had before, and it’s not just because of the thrill and the secrecy anymore. He’s good in bed, period.
He moves his mouth when his eyes are on my lips and his finger I’m sucking, and I know he’s got dirty images in his mind. He’s been talking dirty to me, and even though the idea of being filthy with someone has always put me off, I love it with Keagan. I want him to keep doing it.
He brings out a side of me I never knew I had.
Keagan kneels before me and spreads my legs with his hands. He runs them along my thighs, moving toward my pussy. I tip my head back and moan in anticipation. I want him to touch me. His hands move around my hips and onto my ass, and he squeezes my cheeks. He’s got a fascination with my ass, and I take it as a compliment.
His mouth closes over my pussy, and I gasp. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the exhilaration is out of this world. I push my hand into his hair, balancing myself with the other hand, and guide him. Although, he doesn’t need guidance.
His tongue flicks over my clit several times, before he licks a trail to my entrance and dips his tongue inside me. He returns to my clit, and I can barely contain myself. I twitch and jerk on the edge of the tub. I’m not close to an orgasm yet, but I’m heading there.
Keagan moves one hand from my ass to my pussy, joining his tongue. He pushes two fingers into me without ceremony, and I cry out. It’s not the same as his cock. Not even close. But the pleasure is just as real.
He curls his finger in a beckoning motion, stroking my G-spot dead on. I gasp and hunch forward. I press his head against me, his lips against my pussy. Then I buck my hips as much as my position allows, fucking his face.
He hums against my clit, and the vibrations travel into my sex. It’s pure pleasure, and I gasp and moan. He carries on, fucking me with his fingers, alternating pumping them in and out of my body with the curling against my G-spot. With his mouth, he licks and sucks on my clit, alternating that, too, until I’m overwhelmed by the sensations, unable to focus on anything but the ecstasy wrapping itself around me.
Keagan keeps me on the edge, refusing me my orgasm every time he changes position. It keeps building, and every time I think I’m getting my release, he changes it again, making me desperate.
I have both hands in his hair now, sure he will keep me from falling. I’m trying to get him to keep doing the same thing long enough to let me orgasm.
“Keagan, please,” I cry out. “Just let me come. Don’t keep me like this.”
I know I’m begging, and I don’t care.
He gives me what I want. He keeps doing one thing for long enough, sucking my clit and pumping his fingers into me. The feelings move me past the point of no return, and I finally orgasm.
It shatters through me, and I cry out. White light washes through my body, and I can’t think of anything other than the pleasure pulsing through me. My body curls forward, and my legs close, pinning his head between my thighs. He carries on licking me relentlessly, and the orgasm draws out. I’m crying out and shuddering from the pleasure wave consuming me.
Finally, after what feels like forever, the orgasm finally subsides, and I can start thinking clearly again. Keagan’s tongue is still on my clit, but he’s not moving. He isn’t pumping his fingers in and out of me, either. He holds still, as if he understands that this is what I need, that if he moves now, it will ruin it all.
Then it’s finally over completely. I sigh and open my legs. Keagan looks up at me and grins. His mouth glistens with his saliva and my juices. He looks me in the eye and puts both his fingers in his mouth, slowly sucking himself off, tasting me.
“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had,” I say.
He smiles and pulls me into the water with him. The water is hot on my skin, and my body relaxes. After the orgasm, this is what I need. We lay together in the water for a while.
I look up at Keagan. His eyes are open, fixed on the tile opposite us. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I don’t want to ask. I look at his cock, and he’s still hard, rigid, and ready to keep going. It’s exactly what I want. I don’t want to stop, now.
I reach for his cock and wrap my fingers around his shaft. I pump my hand up and down slowly. Precum dribbles from his tip, making slimy strands in the water. He made me come. I want to return the favor.
I want to give him an earth-shattering orgasm the way he did for me. I move my hand up and down his shaft a little longer. He’s hard and big, his skin like velvet and pubic hair growing thick at the base. It trails up to his bellybutton in a triangle of hair, and his abs are flat and defined. I’d always known that Keagan had a good body, but I hadn’t noticed it before. Not like this.
Not as something I wanted to fuck.
“Get up on your knees,” I say, leaning away from him.
He looks at me, not hesitating a moment before doing as I ask. His cock points away from his body at an angle. He’s hard and eager. I sit down in front of him and take him into my mouth.
I realize how big he is when I’m trying to suck him off. I have to stretch my lips to get around him, and I go all the way down before his head touches my soft pallet. I wrap my hand around his base and lengthen my reach that way, meeting my lips with my hand.
I pump up and down like that for a while. He moans, and his hands find their way into my hair, the way I did with him. He pulls my hair back into a ponytail and holds onto it like a handle.
He guides my head, encouraging me to pump my mouth over him faster and faster. I use my tongue, playing it along his shaft, swirling it around his head before taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. I repeat the process. My other hand slips down to his balls, and I cup them, squeezing them lightly. I play with his balls and suck on his cock, listening to him gasp and moan, much the same way I had.
I let him slip out of my mouth and lick his cock like an ice cream, trailing my tongue up from the base to the tip before I take him into my mouth again. I glance up at him. He’s looking down at me, his grip still on my hair. I know what I look like to him. I know this is a turn-on. Men like seeing a woman on her knees, her mouth wrapped around their cock, hands fondling their balls.
I’m not done, yet. I’m just getting started. I push my mouth over his cock again, taking him in, moving my tongue. I push deeper and deeper, moving my hand as I take him in. I take a deep breath and push him deep into my throat. I gag for a moment, but I get over it and push in even further. I’m deep throating him, taking his full length into my mouth and throat.
“God, Dana,” he says though clenched teeth. “Fuck.”
I move my head back and forth, pumping his cock down my throat. I stop now and then to breathe, before I plunge right back in and take him down my throat.
I don’t often do this, but I want to give him something as good as he’d given me. And Keagan is different. I want to do this for him.
“If you keep it up, I’m going to come,” Keagan groans.
It’s exactly what I’m looking for. I want him to come in my mouth, down my throat. His hand grips my hair harder, and he pushes my head toward him, picking up my rhythm. I let him set the pace as he fucks my mouth, pumping his cock up and down my throat. He puts his other hand around my throat, touching me lightly, and I wonder if he can feel the tip as he’s pumping.
My hands are still on his balls, and I fondle them, squeezing them gently, encouraging an orgasm. A moment later, his balls tighten
and he groans. I feel the come pump at the bottom of his cock. He empties his load in my mouth, his come pumping down my throat.
I wait until he’s done before I pull back and gasp for air. I swallow to be sure it’s all down and then look up at him.
“Holy shit,” Keagan says, and he sits back down in the water, hard enough that it splashes over the edge. It looks like his legs are weak. Good.
“You’re a dirty girl,” he said. “Deep throat? Fuck.”
I grin. I can’t help it. There’s something satisfying about draining a man, and Keagan looks sufficiently spent.
“If only I’d known you felt this way about me sooner,” he says. “I would have taken advantage of your mouth a lot more.”
I nod. I agree. If we’d done this earlier, we would have done so much more. But this was where we were now.
“Better late than never,” I say.
Keagan smiles and leans back. The water comes up to his chest. He pulls me closer to him, and I put my hand on his cock that’s going limp quickly. I hold onto him, and he pulls me against his chest. His hand hangs over my shoulder, his fingertips grazing the top of my breast. He closes his eyes and sighs.
“That was intense,” he says a moment later. “Who knew you had so much talent?”
I smile. “I can say the same about you.”
He smiles at me. I can see he’s tired. He’s fading fast. A good orgasm will do that to you.
I get up and step out of the bath. I find a towel and dry myself off. When I hold out a hand to help Keagan up, he protests before letting me help him out of the water. I hand him a towel. He wraps it around his hips and pulls me against him. He pushes his hands underneath my hair, tipping up my head.
“You’re something else,” he says and kisses me.
It’s a gentle kiss, long and drawn out. I’m not sure what I’m feeling when he kisses me like that. It’s the opposite of the sex we’ve been having. It’s gentle and caring. The sex is rough and about getting off.
I don’t know how to reconcile the two things together.
I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to talk about it and spoil a perfectly good night. There’s no reason to find answers right now. We still have time. All we need to focus on right now is getting dressed and getting in bed. I’m suddenly tired, too, even though I haven’t done anything during the day.
Keagan kisses me one more time when we split up to go to our separate rooms. I watch him until he closes the door behind him before I walk to my own room.
Dana
We’re in the car on the way to my mom and Chris’s place. The only sound in the car is the radio. It’s not too loud. If we speak, we can hear each other, but neither one of us is saying anything.
I don’t know what to expect from the night ahead. My mom knows Keagan and I slept together. I told Keagan, but I don’t know how she will act toward us.
I also don’t know what to do around Keagan in front of Chris. As a result, I’ve shut off from Keagan completely. I would rather Chris think we hate each other than that something is going on between us. I know it’s not the best way to handle it, but to be honest, this is all new territory to me.
“What do you think Susan will do?” Keagan asks, speaking for the first time. His mind is obviously on the same thing.
I shake my head. “I don’t know. I think she’ll be normal. At least, her version of it. You know how she is.”
Keagan nods. It took him a while to get used to her in the beginning, but Chris and my mom have been married for a long time now. Keagan has gotten used to her eccentricities.
“I’m worried about Chris,” I say. “I don’t know how to act in front of him. My mom saw right through me the moment we spoke.”
Keagan shakes his head. “He’s not as sharp as Susan is. His mind might be on the football game tonight or whatever. I’m not worried about him finding out.”
I’m not sure if Keagan is right to seem so relaxed about it. His words were confident, but he looks tense, and I know it isn’t from work. The evening is going to be strange.
My mom and Chris moved into an apartment above the art studio after Keagan and I moved out, not needing so many extra rooms anymore. The Art District consist of buildings dating back to the early twentieth century. They’ve all been restored, and art has crept in many forms to the faces of the buildings. From meaningless graffiti to the wall art that takes your breath away, the Art District has a feel of its own.
It’s not my favorite place to be. I’ve always been unsure among the buildings that threaten to spell out doom, but Keagan is with me and we’ll be fine.
When we park in front of the Studio, I get out and walk through the door that leads upstairs to the apartment above. My mom opens the door and throws her arms around me when she sees me.
“How are you, honey?” she asks.
I force a smile. “Good, thank you.”
My mom puts her hand on my cheek and gives me a knowing smile that I don’t like. She’s wearing leggings and layers of material over it that make her look exotic. A broad headband is wrapped around her hair, and she’s wearing all her rings so she looks a little bit like a fortune teller, not an artist.
Keagan becomes up behind me, and my mom gives him the same warm welcome.
“There you are,” she says when she finally releases him from a hug. “The man of the hour.”
Keagan glances at me. I shake my head almost imperceptibly at him. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
“You made it,” Chris says when he comes into the room. He’s dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and the contrast between him and my mom is stark. I hug Chris, and Keagan shakes his dad’s hand.
When we’re around the dinner table, I sit opposite Keagan on purpose. I don’t want to risk anything. My mom is in a good mood. She chatters away about her art, and it’s easy to switch off and do nothing but nod and gasp in the right places. Chris eats fast, and he’s done first.
“So, Keagan,” Chris says. “Work is going well, eh? I tried that app of yours.”
“And?” Keagan asks, looking up from his plate.
He has broccoli speared on his fork. I’ve finished all mine. I notice he’s pushed all his to the side. Some things never change.
Chris wrinkles his nose. “It’s not my kind of thing, I think. I don’t like it.”
“You’re not exactly my target market,” Keagan says. “The app is doing really well.”
Chris nods. “I’m sure it is. You’re bringing in quite a lot of cash. Now, you just need to find someone to spend it on.”
I glance at Chris. He’s smiling. I don’t like where this is going.
“I think I can find enough things to do with my money,” Keagan says tightly. He has a feeling, too.
“When are you going to bring back a woman, Keagan? And introduce us to the future mother of your children? You’re almost thirty, man.”
Keagan raises his eyebrows. I notice my mom is staring at me. I try to ignore her.
“Shouldn’t Susan be the one to tell me how much time I’m wasting not producing grandchildren?” Keagan asks.
It’s not an answer. I guess his day in front of the press has made him good at answering things without really saying anything.
Chris shrugs. “I’m just saying, since that Liz woman, you’ve never brought anyone home again. I don’t want you single for life, son. It’s no way to live.”
Keagan shakes his head. “I think I can decide which way I want to live,” he says.
The double meaning isn’t lost on me. Keagan’s eyes are on me. I feel them burning on my skin. I don’t want to look up at him. I don’t want to hear any more of this.
“How’s your job search going, Dana?” Chris asks, changing the topic.
I can almost feel Keagan relax. This, I can handle. Chris isn’t nearly as hard on me as he is on Keagan, and it only takes a few short answers before he’s satisfied.
“I’m going outside for a smoke,” Chris says when the f
ood is finished.
“I’m getting dessert ready,” my mom says and stands up, too. “Dana, will you help me?”
I nod and get up. Keagan starts clearing the table while my mom and I walk to the kitchen.
“What’s up with Chris tonight?” I ask when we’re in the kitchen and I know Chris isn’t within earshot.
“He’s in a bad mood,” my mom says. “We lost a client today. It’s not a big deal, but you know how he gets.”
I nod. I know exactly how he gets. For all my mom’s eccentricities, she’s stable. Chris has mood swings, and his bad moods are annoying at best.
“I’m sorry about the conversation,” my mom says.
She takes a fruit parfait out of the freezer and hands me a stack of bowls and spoons.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say.
Keagan comes in behind me with the dirty plates and packs them in the dishwasher.
“Sometimes Chris just doesn’t let things go. Don’t let him get to the two of you. You’re beautiful together.”
Keagan looks up at me. I don’t know what to say.
“Mom!” I say.
“Don’t worry about it,” she says. “Really. I know it’s weird for you, but I can’t be happier.” She looks at Keagan. “Really.”
He shrugs, not knowing what to say. It’s awkward in the kitchen.
“I just wish you guys could do whatever you wanted without all the public scrutiny,” my mom says.
I chuckle. “Drop it, Mom. It’s not necessary to worry about it. It won’t ever come to that, anyway.”
“Won’t come to what?” Chris asks, walking into the kitchen.
I shake my head. “Me having to change careers. I’ll find one as a designer. I’m sure.”
The topic change is smooth enough for Chris to buy it. When I look at Keagan, relieved that I dodged a bullet, he’s staring at me with a strange expression on his face.
“I’m taking this to the table,” I say and leave the kitchen.
The night is turning out to be a disaster. I make a mental note to ask my mom to warn us about Chris’s moods in future.