His fingers gripped my breasts, and with an expert move, gathered the material of my bra until he revealed the dark red points of my nipples. I’d always been ashamed that I didn’t have the delicate pink nipples that so many authors write about or the shade that showed up in so many nude pictures of women. I had this gaudy, wanton looking red color, and I hated them. Or I did before Keith saw them.
“Now those look fucking delicious.” And he went on to prove it when he leaned forward and took each one into his mouth for a nice long suck.
He got the first taste over with, and then he greedily sucked on them in turn, each nipple was teased with his velvety soft lips and the sensual brush of teeth. His face was smooth against my skin, but the sensation of someone else touching me was a contrast that was deliciously different from the soft wetness of his lips.
As his mouth tormented my nipples, and me, his hands began to travel further, down to the edge of my panties. His fingers skimmed beneath the scrap of material over my hips, before they tugged the material down. I felt his knuckles skim across my virginal sex, but he didn’t linger. Not just then. I had to shift around to let him take the panties off, but then my legs came right back up, right around his waist.
“Easy now,” he said with a chuckle. “Let me make this good for you, Celia. Let me make you come.”
He slowly slipped his hand between our bodies and drew a single finger along my opening. His eyes closed as his fingers sank into my folds and he felt just how wet I was. I’d read enough erotica by this point to know that being wet was a good thing. Apparently, it was a very good thing if the look of intense pleasure on his face meant anything.
With a groan that was a sound of pleasure and pain, he moved. He pulled away, pushed the coffee table back, and put my feet down on the ground. He wasn’t done though, not nearly, because he then split my knees apart and moved his face between my thighs. With a sure movement, he slid his hands under me and pulled me right into his mouth.
I’d have screamed if he hadn’t immediately found my clit and stolen my breath away. It was so good, too good and my fingers clutched at his hair to hold his head in place. I lifted my right leg, just enough to get the right angle as his tongue flicked over my clit. When his lips closed over the spot and sucked, I couldn’t help but groan his name. Loudly.
“Don’t stop, Keith. Please don’t stop. That feels so good.” I’d teased myself before, got myself off, but this was something else entirely, something that set all of me on fire and made my nipples ache for his touch. I’d never felt desire or pleasure quite like this.
I could hear the sound of his mouth as he worked me higher, but it didn’t make me cringe, it was just another stroke of my senses, all of them. I could smell his manly scent, feel the silky strands of his hair in my fingers, the sensation of his body between my thighs, and the way it felt to have one leg wantonly thrown over his right shoulder. I could hear the sounds we both made, smell the scent of my own sexual desire, and it all just... exploded.
Something tightened in me, something that felt so fucking good, but then there was this explosion and things fluttered as waves of pleasure rolled up from where his tongue was on my clit and straight up into my brain. Keith had gotten me off, and that was all I cared about as my shoulders twisted back into the couch and my pussy soaked his face.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Celia. I want you to tell me that you consent to it, that you consent to me sliding my cock into this hungry little pussy of yours. Can you do that for me?” He wiped at his face as I blinked my eyes. I still had my bra on but didn’t care. I just wanted whatever came after that experience.
“Okay,” I agreed, knowing from our texts that this was the dirty Keith, the one that needed me to say the words he wanted to hear.
I nodded to make sure he understood because I didn’t want to wait one more second. I had waited long enough. Taking me by the hips once more, he positioned me at the right angle before he pulled me closer to him. His pants were gone, and so was his sweater I finally noticed. I wasn’t sure when he’d taken them off, but he must have, I decided as I glanced down to see his bulging cock. Seeing his cock in the flesh sent a bolt of lust rolling through me. I’d never wanted anything inside me so fucking badly.
Seizing me in a powerful grip, he plunged his shaft straight into my pussy, burying it all the way to the base in a single explosive thrust.
“Fuck!” We both cried out, but my cry was one of pain. It was sharp, a tearing sensation that was being dowsed with cold water came over me for a minute. He held himself still for a moment as if he knew I needed to adjust. When I could breathe again, and my fingers gripped at his hands on my waist, he started to move inside of me.
A slow slide out and then a powerful thrust back in. Over and over, steadily, until we were both panting for more.
“Please, Keith. I need more. Fuck me harder.”
And he answered with an animal cry of lust and threw himself into doing exactly what I’d asked. His fingers clenched into my hips, dug into the skin so tightly I knew he’d leave his mark on me, and all I could do was hang on for the ride. My legs wrapped around his hips while he ground into me and I tried to follow his pace.
“You feel amazing.” I heard him say, and my eyes fluttered open.
“You’re so big,” I said, my voice broken and quavering, amazed at what it felt like to be fucked by him. His cock stretched me out in a way I’d never known was possible. In a way I knew I could never give up, even then.
He thrust deeper into me and I moaned with the fullness of it, every muscle cinching around him, savoring the pressure. He responded by wrapping both powerful hands around my shoulders and yanking me closer, giving him more leverage to grind himself against me. He fucked me with the desperation and ferocity of a man with one day to live.
Keith wasn’t only taking, he was giving. He drove me higher, into my orgasm but he was also taking it from me, demanding it from me so that he could claim it for himself, and he did it with such intensity that it should have been frightening.
That intensity ignited something inside me, a kind of deep-seated desire I’d never known before and it scared and excited me at the same time. I realized while the couch was rocking, and I was screaming as if my life depended on it that he wasn’t kidding. He was doing more to me than anyone had ever done. He was claiming me.
My muscles clenched tighter still as my body began to stretch and tremble with new pleasure.
“I’m not done!” he growled, making me wonder what he meant. What did he mean by not done? His awareness of my body was almost inhuman. “I want to fuck you on your hands and knees.”
With a grunt, he pulled free of me, leaving an aching emptiness between my legs. Seizing me by the thighs, he flipped me easily onto my stomach on the couch. He moved me as if I was an object, roughly not caring about anything but just taking me.
I closed my eyes and let my head rest on the arms I’d folded under my head. I clutched at the couch, breathless and quivering, as he fucked me, hard and fast. Crouched there, coated in sweat, he was wild and mine, if only for the moment.
“Keith,” I gasped his name as he slowed his pace to something that didn’t boggle my mind so much.
Leaning in close, he whispered to me in that spectacular voice of his. “You’ve earned this.” He pushed himself back into me and began rocking back and forward, reaching out with one hand to stroke my clit. “This is what you’ve been waiting for with all those texts.”
My body started to heave as another climax took hold. The whole world appeared to shatter before my eyes. The strength of it was so overwhelming that I couldn’t speak. The only thing I could do was scream or hold on to the side of the couch to stabilize myself.
As my pleasure began to subside, his movements grew faster. The noises from his throat became more guttural, his thrusts longer and harder as if he was lost in his own world and in what was to come.
I was still sensitive from the intensity of what had j
After a few more seconds, he shuddered and went rigid. “Celia, I don’t know what you’ve done to me.”
“What?” I asked unable to move. Still holding on to the couch for dear life. Wondering if he was going to take me again. I lifted my head up and saw the couch had moved closer to the wall.
“I’ve never lost control like that.”
I wondered if he was talking to himself or confessing it to me. I stood up so that I could face him. He was shaking his head as if he was trying to shake some sense back into himself.
“You’re still hard.” I stood naked, facing him, and I could see his obvious erection.
“And you’re still wet.”
I reached out and ran my hand softly up the length of his slick erection. Slick from my juices. “Take me again,” I pleaded with him, whilst looking into his eyes wondering if he would be able to resist.
He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. “Save some energy for later. I have plans for you.”
Part of me was intrigued and then there was this other part that felt like there was nothing else to do. We could fuck and sleep in between. Nothing to fill up our time in between. “It’s not like we have anything else to do.”
That came out completely wrong. The reason I wanted him inside of me wasn’t only so that he would fill me up and treat me like I was the last woman on Earth and he needed to be with me so desperately.
No!
I wanted more of what we’d just had. I wanted to feel like I was a part of him, and he was a part of me. I wanted to feel like I didn’t exist again, and only he could give me that, I thought.
“Stop teasing me. You’ll get so much more later…” he said, stroking me between my legs delicately.
“Is that a promise?”
He stared at me for a second, as if he wasn’t sure he should make a promise, then nodded his head. “For now. Right now, I think we both need something to eat and a cold drink. Later, we’ll decide how long this is going to last.
Suddenly, the mood had turned serious. I wasn’t sure if he was going to keep his promise. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be at his house, but I knew he’d fuck me again. At least one last time before he sent me home.
Chapter Fifteen
Colin
“Where is she?” I asked as my brother came into the room. His skin still gleamed from his exertions, and he was stark naked. I averted my gaze from him and opened the fridge to fill a glass with sparkling water for our guest.
“In the living room,” he said absently, and I watched him as he poured a glass of water from the tap. He guzzled it down in one long drink before he filled the glass again. “I can handle her tonight if, you’d prefer.”
He turned to me, a fresh glass of water in hand. I set the glass of water down on the island between us. The room was filled with stainless steel appliances, even the cabinets were stainless steel, and the floor was hard oak. The walls were tiled in black square tiles, and all in all, it looked modern, but it always felt cold. It wasn’t my favorite room in the place.
“I’ll be fine. What’s her name?” He hadn’t given me any information and for a moment, I wondered if he wanted her all to himself. I looked at him, noticed the way he wouldn’t look at me, and knew something was up. He’d never, in all our years, not met my gaze.
“Celia. Haven’t learned her last name yet.” Keith got a look on his face, a faraway look before he smiled ruefully and spoke again. “She should be called Celia Fuckalicious. She just blew my mind. Sure, she was a virgin before earlier.”
“I see,” I said it in a steady voice and waited for him to go on, but he didn’t. “Anything else I should know?”
“She’s ready for it, brother. Too bad Grant cut his hair so short or I’m sure he could have a turn at her too. He’ll have to wait another week or so.”
“Or we could cut our hair tomorrow.” I offered, but he shook his head.
“Nah, she likes pulling on it too much.” Which meant he planned on keeping up this charade for a bit longer then.
I wasn’t really interested in the little game he and Grant had come up with so long ago, but it was a way to get off without getting attached. Not something I really wanted to do.
“Fine then. Here, cover yourself up.” I said and handed him the robe I had on. I was naked underneath, but my nudity didn’t bother me. “Is she hungry?”
“Yeah, she is. I’ll order some takeout from the place up the road. You see to her. She’s probably wondering where I am.” He took the robe and put it on, and then carried his glass of water upstairs. I poured a glass for myself and carried them into the living room.
She’d found a blanket to wrap around herself, one of the things Grant usually took care of. He didn’t have that feminine touch, but we’d all had our turns falling asleep on the couch, so he’d made sure we had blankets available.
“How are you?” I tried to make sure I didn’t sound too different from Keith, but he had a way about him that I couldn’t exactly replicate. He was more emotional than I was, and I kept myself in check a lot better than he did.
“Fine. Thanks. Is that water for me? Great!” She took the cold glass from me and sipped at the water.
I sat down on the couch and tugged another blanket from the back of the couch to hide my nudity. If she had been a virgin, she was probably still reeling from all of this. I wasn’t exactly dead inside. I could be a caring person and considerate of others. Especially with others I was about to have my way with.
Her body wrapped around me instinctively as I found her lips and desire welled inside of her. Her right arm went over my chest as she moved over my solid frame.
“Keith.” She sighed his name against my lips, a slight moan escaping her open mouth.
I smiled as I took her right breast in my hand and hefted the weight of it. I was impressed with her assets and wanted to tease her desire until she begged me for more.
The nail of my thumb flicked over her sensitive nipple and she gasped at the rough touch, but her hips pressed into me as her right leg slid over my legs.
I hissed in a breath as the sensation of her leg pressed into my cock sparked a jolt of pleasure. I tried not to thrust into the soft flesh of her thigh and heard her moan again. Damn, the sweet sounds she made were going to drive me mad with the need to fuck her.
“Keith,” she sighed the name again and I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I’d wanted to take my time, as Keith had, but I wasn’t going to be able to maintain that amount of control. Not when the way she said his name made me want her to gasp mine in the same way. Or even better, have my cock between those plush lips as she sighed it.
I lifted her over me, her legs spreading to cradle me in the heat she hid there.
“I’m not too heavy?” she asked, and I knew she was sensitive about her weight.
“No, baby. You feel fucking fantastic there.”
Celia’s smile was worth a thousand days of thirst, I thought, as she looked down at me.
Her long, delicate fingers cradled my cheek before she kissed me deeply, her soft lips hot from her need.
She worked her other hand between us, took hold of my cock, and stroked me into a state I haven’t felt in a very long time. Especially not from a hand job.
She was amazing, as Keith kept promising us she would be, so I let her have her way, for now.
“Celia.” I eased my lips along her jaw for a moment, before I took her lip to taste her, to inhale her. “Let me fuck you, or I’m going to come in your hand.”
She looked at me with uncertainty, but I gave her a look, one that said she should obey, and she took a deep breath. Her bottom lip sucked in between her teeth as she reached for my cock again, and her eyes sought for mine. I watched her as she moved until I felt her opening, and then I let her have what she wanted while keeping my gaze on her. I watched her as she slid down onto me, her eyes opening wide with every inch she took.
“You’re so fucking big. Fuck, I didn’t know I could be this full!” She smiled and sank down onto me a little bit further. She didn’t even have all of me inside of her yet.
But I knew she’d just taken Keith’s cock, so she could take mine. We were all the same size, after all.
She let the blanket she’d clutched around her fall away as she finally took that last inch of me and shuddered. But it was a shudder of pleasure, not disgust, and I felt my cock twitch as rapture took the place of her uncertainty.
I decided I liked that look and would do whatever I could to make sure it was on her face often.
The blanket bunched around her hips as she rode me, her body untutored, but going on instinct. I let her set the pace until she began to pant with pleasure, and then I took over.
I watched her move on me, the way her breasts swayed as she rotated her ass on me, fascinated by the way she moved, even when I guided her movements with my hands.
She was gorgeous, I decided and began to thrust up into her harder, giving her what she wanted the most. This woman was perfection. I knew it as her slick walls pulled me inside of her heated depths. I wanted to make her mine and I wanted to make her beg me to fuck her, but right now, I’d lost all control and she was the one that would hear someone beg.
If I let my control go too much.
I’d had other women in my life, I’d even fucked some my brothers didn’t know about. None had been able to make me lose control until Celia came along. What was she I wondered as I looked up into her sweetly discomposed face, and saw my desire, my lack of control matched.
Her nails bit into the skin of my chest as her pussy tensed around me suddenly, and the sharp points of her short nails dug further into my skin as she screamed Keith’s name.
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