by Alexis Angel
“This is so hot,” she says to me. I glance at the sex toy lying to the side, forgotten. It’s very hot. I have to agree. It’s not just the sex, but what she did that led up to it. I love what she did. She’s the perfect woman, but behind closed doors, she’s like my very own porn star. How many guys can say that?
I focus on her body again, on her mouth, her eyes, as I stroke slowly in and out of her, driving us both crazy with desire because I’m making us wait.
Skylar
He’s driving me crazy, moving in and out of me so slowly, I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust. The need inside me, the desire, is so strong I can hardly think straight. Parker just keeps sliding in and out so slowly, I want to wrap my legs around him and pull him into me.
But I can’t because he’s holding my legs up against his chest, and I have no leverage this way. Which is partly what makes it so hot. He’s fully in control, and I’m lying here, ready for him to do with me as he pleases.
Of course, I know he’ll stop if I ask him to. But I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep going. I want him to go faster and harder, pounding into me, making me cry out the way he did at the office the other night. I want more. I want everything from him.
Maybe he can read my mind, or maybe he’s just as worked up and desperate for a release as I am. He pushes into me so hard and so fast I cry out at the intensity, gasping for breath. He slams into me, pulls back, and does it again, over and over, fucking me harder than I could have imagined. I lost track of space and time. All that exists is our fucking, his cock ramming into me, his balls slapping against my ass and the thick sound of flesh hitting flesh repeatedly. I moan, and he makes grunting noises. The rhythm takes over, and I give myself to it, focusing only on what I’m feeling and nothing more.
I can feel the orgasm building. It starts inside me, like a flame ignited in the dark, and slowly, Parker coaxes it to light. Bit by bit as he hammers into me, the flame grows bigger and threatens to consume me. My core tightens, and my entire body tingles with anticipation. Every now and then, my muscles spasm in a taste of what’s to come, and I cry out and lose my breath for a second before I catch it again. Parker keeps going. He’s relentless and barely out of breath. I know he’s fit, but this is an impressive level of stamina. Or maybe the constant pounding just makes it feel like we’ve been going at it forever, and it hasn’t really been that long.
I glance up at Parker. In my peripheral vision, I see my own breasts swaying with the rhythm and my long legs up against his chest, but it’s his eyes that capture me. They’re like ice and full of promises he has yet to speak. His arms are strong, muscles straining as he grips my legs, not just to hold them in place but to use them as leverage for his fucking. I know Parker works out, but his body is absolute eye candy, an orgasmic joy to behold.
I’m on the edge of an orgasm, ready to fall into the abyss. I close my eyes and let go, but Parker is one step ahead of me, and instead of pushing me over and into pure bliss, he slows down. What the fuck? I’m wired and ready for a release, but Parker just loves denying me pleasure.
My eyes shoot open, and I glare at him. He has a cocky grin on his handsome face, and I can’t help but smile at him. He’s so full of himself, and I love it. I love how he teases me and how he brings me to the edge and pulls me back, again and again. I love it because I know that he won’t just leave me hanging. He will take me all the way eventually. Even if it takes us all night.
Which I hope it will. God, I hope it will.
He pulls out and lets go of my legs. I sit up and watch him maneuver on the bed so that he lies down on this back. I don’t need an invitation. His body is stretched out in a long line, his cock hard against his stomach, and he glistens with our sex, ready for me to take him. I get on top of him, straddling his hips. I lift my ass and hold his cock with my fingers, positioning him at my entrance.
With my eyes on his, I sit down on top of him slowly so that he’s buried deep inside of me. I take a moment just to relish in the feel of him. The hard flesh filling me up, his balls beneath my ass, and his hip bones pressing against my thighs. I run my hands up and down his chest, feeling his muscles. He flexes for me, and his muscles are hard beneath his skin. Looks aren’t everything to me, but God, they don’t hurt. Parker is a stunning human being
I start moving back and forth, sliding up and down his cock. I move slowly, painstakingly so. If he wants to tease me, I can play that game, too. His eyes are on my face, his lips curled in half a smile, and I know he knows what I’m doing. I’m smiling, too.
I lean forward and kiss him, tracing his lips with my tongue, my hands pushing into his dark hair.
We’re balanced like that for a moment, with me teetering on top of his cock and leaning forward when he wraps his arms around my back and holds me to his chest. He tightens his grip, my breasts mashing against his chest, and he starts bucking his hips, fucking me from beneath. I cry out, my face in his neck and lips against his skin. The angle, the force, the friction, it’s all fantastic and too much to bear, all at the same time. He fucks me harder and harder, his body curling beneath mine, and we writhe on the bed togethe, in a tangle of limbs. I wanted to tease him, but he’s taken over, and I can’t protest. I don’t want to protest.
After a short while, he gets tired. Or at least, I think that’s why he stops doing the work and lets go of me. Maybe he just wanted to prove a point. Either way, I sit up and I’m back in control. I grind my hips, sliding up and down his shaft. I lean back, and surprise flickers across his face. I know the sensation is different, and I know it’s more intense. I lift my legs so I’m bracing myself on my feet, knees in the air and my hands on his thighs behind me. At this angle, I’m bending him backward when his cock’s natural direction is forward and upward, and the friction is so much more intense.
Not just for him, but for me, too.
It takes concentration to do this, but I start moving my hips back and forth. Parker seems to like it. He closes his eyes, tips his head back, and groans through parted lips. The sound he produces is almost an animalistic growl. There’s very little left that’s human and civilized, but sex was never supposed to be civilized.
I start bouncing up and down on his cock. I’ve found a balance, and now that I’ve gotten a rhythm, I’m riding him harder and faster, picking up my pace. My legs get tired, but I ignore it and keep going. He’s rubbing up right against my G-spot like this, and I can tell by his ragged breathing that it’s good for him, too.
I can’t keep it up like this all the time, and I change my position again so that I’m straddling his hips normally. I’m not planning on slowing down, though, and the moment I’m back in position, I start riding him again, rocking back and forth, sliding him in and out of me, fucking him as hard as he fucked me. The headboard bangs against the wall, and my knees rub against the blanket. If I keep going like this, I might rub them raw, but I don’t care.
I feel an orgasm building, and that’s all I care about. I want to keep going. I want to fuck Parker until we both come, until I tip over the edge he keeps bringing me to, only to yank away. I want to drag Parker with me.
I arch my back so that my breasts are on display for Parker to look at. His eyes are glued to my body as I fuck him, my breasts swinging. I reach up and play with my breasts, tugging at my nipples, running my hands over my chest and arms. His hands are on my thighs, and he tightens his grip so his nails dig into my skin a little. It’s just this side of pain, and it’s the sensation, along with the rhythmic fucking and the constant stroking that gets me to the place where I want to be.
I’m right on the edge, now, ready to tip over. Parker is harder and bigger inside me than he was when I sat down on him, his cock telling me he’s close to releasing. His face is riddled with concentration and sheer pleasure. I lean forward and ride him as hard as I can, bucking my hips and rubbing my clit against his hair pubic bone, and that does it.
I topple over the edge and cry out. I collapse on his
chest and convulse, my body contracting and releasing. His hands are on my back, and he grabs a handful of hair when he releases. I feel him tug at my hair, but he’s careful not to hurt me. His cock jerks inside me, emptying himself. I close my eyes and ride the orgasm, feeling it shudder through me. I bury my face against his shoulder and cry out. My body curls around his as we orgasm together, and it’s unity in a way I haven’t experienced before.
The orgasm feels like it carries on forever before Parker finally stops twitching. When he’s done, my body relaxes, too. I lie on top of Parker, still straddling him, and my body feels like it’s made of jelly. We’re both breathing hard. His hands play along the skin on my back. He tickles me with his fingertips, and the feeling is warm, comfortable, and right.
After a while, I feel him soften enough that he starts slipping out, and I push myself up and get off him. I lay down next to him. The lower half of my body doesn’t work with me, and I collapse, still feeling him between my legs, my hips pushed open.
He turns his head to me and kisses me.
“You’re something else,” he says.
I smile and let him run his hand over my cheeks. He kisses me again, planting featherlight kisses all over my face.
I close my eyes and feel myself drifting away. I’m almost fast asleep when Parker gently shakes my shoulder.
“Skylar,” he whispers. Not “baby,” the way he calls me when we’re having sex. “I think I have to go. I don’t want Paul to come home, after all, and find me in your bed.”
I’m awake now. I nod, knowing that what he says is right. Guilt blooms in the pit of my stomach, fisting my gut into a knot of nerves. What am I doing?
Parker gets off the bed and finds his clothes. He gets dressed. I watch him get ready to leave. I know he’s right. If Paul did come home and find me here with Parker, his being gay won’t make a difference. An affair is still an affair, and we’re married or supposed to be, anyway.
We’re doing the right thing. Why does it feel so horrible to see Parker getting ready to leave?
When he’s done, he comes to the bed again. He kisses me long and deep.
“I’ll let myself out,” he says. “Sleep.”
I lie back down, and he pulls the cover over me. I watch him leave the room. Not long after, I hear the front door open and click shut again. My heart hammers against my chest. What if Paul comes home? I can’t think like that, I tell myself. I heard his car door open, slam again, and a car reversing. And then he’s gone, and I’m alone in bed, naked, with the ghost of our sex still between my legs.
Parker
On Monday morning, I’m in the office, and by some miracle, I’m able to focus on my work. Skylar is on my mind, as always, but it’s not as distracting as before. Just before lunch, my secretary tells me that Paul is here to see me. For a moment, I wonder if I should see him at all. He never visits my office. Hell, we don’t see each other unless our parents make a point of inviting us somewhere together.
For Paul to come and see me means something is wrong, and I don’t want to know what it is.
“You can send him through,” I finally say, and a moment later, Paul walks into my office. He closes the door behind him so it’s just the two of us. I raise my eyebrows. I don’t like being shut in with my brother. It’s not that I’m scared of him, but he’s very close to being my least favorite person.
“What a surprise to see you,” I say.
“How predictable that you should say that,” Paul says and sits down, without me inviting him to do so. He leans back in the chair, crosses his legs, and looks positively comfortable. I try to figure out his mood. He looks neat and put together, the way he always does. A suit and tie has always worked for him where I prefer jeans. He’s not upset or angry that I can tell.
“How are things going with the game development?” Paul asks.
I frown. “Well, thank you. Why do you ask?”
He shrugs. “I know you’re pulling in a lot of money now. It’s always nice to know that you don’t have to worry about bills.”
I don’t know what to say. I can’t tell where he’s going with this. I nod, because, of course, he is right. It is nice not to worry about bills.
“What I find, though,” he continues. “Is that the more money I have, the more things I buy. And the more things I buy, the more I worry that someone will take it.”
“Right,” I say, nodding slowly.
I swallow. He can’t be talking about Skylar, can he? He wouldn’t talk about her as something he owns, I’m sure. I’m just paranoid about what we’re doing behind Paul’s back.
“Of course, with today’s technology, it’s possible to keep everything perfectly safe. You know, just after Skylar and I moved into the new place, I had security cameras set up everywhere.”
My blood runs cold. Shit.
“I know,” Paul carries on, and he’s achingly calm. “I get a little carried away, but I was nervous about leaving her alone in such a big house with so many valuable things when she can’t fend for herself.” He pauses and glances up at me. I don’t say anything because I don’t know what to say. “Imagine my surprise when I realized that the cameras didn’t pick up anyone forcing their way into my home, but Skylar playing along. And fucking him on the bed.”
I shake my head. “Paul, you need to talk to Skylar.”
Paul laughs, and the sound is bitter, the first sign that he’s not as calm as he comes across.
“Why should I talk to her?” he asks. “The evidence that she is fucking my brother is all on tape. I can do a lot with this in court, you know.”
I can hear my blood rush in my ears. I feel strangely lightheaded. I know that we fucked up, but this will never hold up in court, not if the marriage doesn’t exist.
“I’m serious, Paul. I know I was wrong, but you need to talk to her. Then, after you do, you can do whatever you want. Just talk to her first. You owe her that much.”
“Ha!” Paul barks, a laugh that makes me cringe because it’s so sour. “I owe her that much? Why the fuck would I owe her anything? I have given her everything her heart desires. And this is what she does to repay me?”
He shakes his head and gets up from the chair.
“Honestly, Parker,” he says. “I’ve always thought you were a piece of shit, but this is low, even for you.”
With those words, he leaves my office. A piece of shit? Under normal circumstances I would have fought with him about that, but this time, he’s right. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done what I did. It’s too late now. We can only pick up the pieces.
I grab the phone receiver and hold it to my ear, dialing Skylar’s number.
“He knows,” I say when she answers.
“What?” she asks, but her voice is thin, and I know she knows what I’m talking about. “How?”
“He has the whole house rigged with security camera. You didn’t know?”
She’s quiet for long enough that I have to ask if she’s still there.
“Oh, my God,” she finally says. “I have to tell him.”
I nod, even though she can’t see me.
“What do I do?” she asks. “I don’t know what to tell him. How do I say it? Parker, I’m scared.”
I sigh. “I know. This isn’t easy. But it’s necessary, now more than ever. And if it goes wrong, you can come to me. You know I have space for you.”
I mean in my home when I say it, but I have a space for her in my life, too.
“God, how did this happen?” she asks, but I don’t answer her. We both know how it happened. We’re quiet on the line together for a moment, and then she says, “I’ll call you when I’ve spoken to him.”
She hangs up, and I’m left alone in my office, feeling like my hands are tied, unable to do anything to help clean up the mess I helped create.
The hours tick by slowly. The longer I don’t hear from her, the more I worry. I won’t call her. I’ll wait for her to call me. But I’m worried about the time it’s taking. I
f they’re talking about it this long, they might be working it out. As much as it’s my brother, I don’t want them to work it out. I’m being selfish, I know. I’m being a dick, wanting my brother’s wife. But I’ve been in love with her for a long time, and I’ve slept with her twice now. If anything, I want to be with her more than ever. If they break up, it might be possible.
I shake my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. What kind of man would that make me? That’s even more serious than the bro code, where you don’t date your friend’s ex-girlfriends. This would effectively be dating my brother’s ex-wife. Everything about that seems wrong.
And still, I can’t imagine her walking away from all of this and not having her be a part of my life anymore. I don’t want to think about it.
It was wrong to sleep with her. It felt so right, but it was wrong. She had an affair with her brother-in-law. At least, technically. I wasn’t so sure if it was valid now, with her marriage being voided, but cheating was hardly a technicality, was it? We had both known that she belonged to someone else when we jumped into it. We’d both had a clear head. To fall back on the voided marriage was a poor excuse.
I can’t concentrate on my work at all. I am worried about her. My stomach is tight, and I feel sick. My head aches dully, and I find myself staring at the same screen, not taking anything in.
When my phone rings, I snatch it up. It’s been three hours, and I’m frantic. The caller number is withheld.
“Yes?” I ask.
“Parker,” she says, and she’s on the verge of tears, her voice brittle.
“Skylar,” I say. “What happened?”
“Will you meet me at the bakery after I close up for the day? I need to see you.”
I swallow. “Of course,” I say. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ll talk to you when you get here,” she says and hangs up.
I’m worried now. She won’t even tell me over the phone. That can only mean one thing. She’s going to ask me to stay away from her. I don’t want to be told off and cast aside after everything that’s happened, but if it’s her wish, I’m going to have to respect it. God, seeing her at family gatherings is going to be a hell of a lot worse than it’s been before.