by Gemma Weir
“Wow, I can’t imagine living with my brother, we’d drive each other mad. We barely survived at home together until he moved out.”
“When did you move in here?” I probe carefully.
“Nearly a year ago. I wanted to get some independence and this is a safe building, and Cam lives upstairs, so it felt like the right move.”
Nodding, I glance around the space again then smile to myself. This isn’t home to her, so it shouldn’t be too hard to convince her to move in with me; we can add an addition like Beau and Bonnie.
“You haven’t really answered why you’re here. I mean dinner is delicious and everything, but you just let yourself in. Inviting yourself to my place isn’t cool.”
“You ‘bout finished?” I ask, ignoring her question and reaching to take her plate as she lifts the last mouthful to her lips, then settles her silverware back down onto the plate.
“Huck.”
“Why don’t you take a shower while I clean up.”
“Distracting me won’t make me forget that you broke in.”
Smiling, I grab her around the waist and haul her to me, deliberately pulling her off balance so she falls into my chest, her hands landing palm down against my shirt. “I can think of better ways to distract you if you’d prefer,” I coo, my hand curling over her ass cheeks and lifting her off the ground, rubbing her over my very hard dick.
Lips parted, a gasp escapes from her mouth and she looks up at me from beneath her dark full lashes. I want her, and from the way she’s looking up at me, she wants me too. I’m only a human, a man, and she’s mine, it’s impossible to resist.
Tilting my head, I lean in and kiss her, hungrily owning her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip as I stroke my tongue against hers. For a second I expect her to fight this, but instead she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back. Her mouth attacks mine, kissing me with a fervency I don’t expect but thoroughly enjoy.
Walking us from the kitchen, I find her bedroom doorway and stumble through it. My eyes are closed, not wanting to miss a moment of this kiss. I feel for the bed, hitting it with my knee before I fall forward, catching both mine and Peaches weight on my arms as I roll bringing my back down on the comforter with her on top of me.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, pulling her lips from mine and sitting up to pull her shirt over her head, unclasping her bra and leaving her perfect fucking tits bare to my touch.
“Yep, this seems like a terrible idea,” I say sardonically, cupping her breasts as I lean forward and suck her nipple into my mouth.
“So stupid,” she gasps, grabbing my hair and forcing me closer to her, her head falling back as I nip at the tip, stretching it with my teeth until I feel her shudder beneath my touch.
“Naked,” I rasp, not releasing her nipple as I fumble with the fastening on the pants she’s wearing, struggling to undo them without looking.
“You too,” she pants, pushing my head away roughly with the palm of her hand.
Jumping off me, she quickly unfastens her pants, pushing them off her hips so they fall to a puddle at her feet and leaving her in only a pair of white silk panties. “Naked,” she says pointedly, her eyes dropping to my fully dressed body.
Scrambling to rid myself of my clothes as quickly as possible, my hands faulter as she pushes her panties off and then she’s right there, her pussy in front of me just begging to be licked and fucked.
“Come here, Peaches, I want your cunt sitting on my face.”
An adorable blush colors her cheeks and I smile, loving that I’ve managed to rattle her confidence a little. Kicking my jeans and briefs to the floor, I pull myself up her bed and lay down. Crooking my finger, I beckon her towards me, loving that she sways a little, her eyes fixed on my hard dick that’s resting against my stomach, ready and waiting to fill her.
“Come on, baby, bring that wet pussy up here and ride my face, I want to smell your sweet cunt for the rest of the night.”
She blushes scarlet this time, her cheeks almost as red as her hair, but she moves, crawling up the bed, until she’s sitting on her knees level with my shoulders.
Reaching out, I take her hand and tug her towards me, steadying her as she carefully straddles my neck. Letting go of her hand I grab her ass cheeks, squeezing roughly as I force her cunt down onto my lips.
A startled cry falls from her, but I don’t even pause, licking her cunt from her clit to her asshole and back again, tasting all of her before I focus my attention on her clit. Licking and flicking with the point of my tongue, I tease the tiny mound of nerves, circling it, then lapping before I pull it between my lips and suck. Her back bows and she lets out a pained moan before she bares down on my tongue. I chuckle beneath her, hoping she can feel my amusement as I scrape my teeth over her clit.
Shrieking, she tries to lift herself away, but I tighten my hold on her ass, keeping her pinned in place as I fill her cunt with my tongue, fucking her as I swallow all of the arousal that drips from her center. She moans again, falling forward a little as I pump my tongue in and out of her. When I drag my tongue back to her clit she comes, grinding her hips a little and riding my face just like I told her to.
The shudders slowly recede and her hips stop moving. This time when she tries to climb off me I let her, sliding my hands from her ass, down her thighs as she moves down my body. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I enjoy the view as her chest heaves up and down, her tits shaking with each inhale and exhale.
Sitting up, I move up the bed, taking her with me, so my back is rested against her pillows and she’s straddling my waist, my hard dick between her thighs. With my palm around the back of her neck, I pull her forward and kiss her, making her taste herself on my lips. “How do you taste?” I tease, pulling her back down for another kiss as I lift her hips and lower her onto my waiting cock.
Gasping into my mouth, she grabs onto my arms as I slowly fill her pussy, taking my time as her cunt stretches around my cock until she’s finally settled in my lap. Holding her tightly, I pull her to me, making her lean forward a little as I kiss her quickly, then rest my forehead against hers. “Ride my dick, Peaches,” I order.
“Condom,” she says on a moan.
“No,” I snarl, rolling my hips and grinding my dick into her.
“Yes.”
“No, there’s nothing between us now, Peaches, just you and me. Ride me. I want to feel your cunt dragging up and down my cock.”
Visibly swallowing, I can see the argument on her lips, so I grip her tighter, wrapping my free hand around her hip and guide her back and then forward, slowly rolling my dick in and out. Her tongue bobs out and wets her lower lip as a silent moan escapes her. Moving her again, I grind my hips at the same time, lifting her off my cock, before guiding her back down again.
Her eyes fall closed and she grinds her hips, instinctually falling into the rhythm of riding me. I release my grip on her, slowly grinding with her, unable to give up control even from the bottom. Moaning lightly, her movements gradually become more insistent as I keep her forehead pinned to mine, forcing her to be in the moment, reminding her that she’s mine with every slide of my cock in and out of her dripping pussy.
Finding her clit with my thumb, I press circles against it, using her momentum to tease her. Her lips part and she moans long and loud, her rhythm stuttering for a minute as she arches her back and pushes her clit into my touch.
Sliding almost all the way off my dick, she slams back down, making me pant as she fucks herself on my dick, trying to claim her orgasm as she pushes me towards my own release.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” she gasps, riding me in earnest, all of the gracefulness of a moment ago gone as she bounces up and down on me, her tits swaying as her eyes squeeze shut and she chases her pleasure.
“Open your eyes,” I demand, moving my palm from the back of her neck to the front, gripping her throat now as I give her some distance.
Her eyes snap open, desire flaming in her pupils as I
grip her ass tightly, pulling her up and down. I see the moment her orgasm hits. Her lips part on a silent scream and her pussy clamps down on me so hard I worry for a second she might actually break my dick in two.
Her pussy spasms as ripples of pleasure peak through her and I follow her over the edge, lifting her up and slamming her back down on me as I come inside her, coating her sex with my release. Covering her mouth with mine, I kiss her, fucking her with my tongue in slow rhythmic thrusts that echo the way I’m still slowly grinding into her with my dick. When her pussy stops clenching, I release her lips and my hold on her throat and she falls forward, burying her head into the crook of my neck, panting hot breaths against my sweaty skin.
“It would be so much easier to resist you if the sex was shit,” she laughs against my collarbone.
“I wouldn’t give up. You’re mine and that’s not changing.”
With my dick still inside of her, I pull her forward to lay on my chest, wrapping my arms around her back and hugging her, needing this closeness. “I’m gonna be so good to you, Peaches,” I tell her, needing to make the promise I’ve already made to myself real.
She doesn’t respond, but her body has gone lax against me and her breathing has evened out, so she’s either asleep or almost there. Lifting my butt, I drag the comforter out from beneath us and pull it over both of us, enjoying the feeling of her in my arms too much to give up.
“I need a shower,” she says, her voice slurred and sleepy.
“Uh huh,” I say in agreement, running my fingers through her hair.
“I’m gonna go get cleaned up, I just need a minute.”
I nod again, but a moment later she lets out an adorable snore and I know she’s asleep. Reaching over, I grab the remote control from the side table where I spotted it last night and turn on the tv. Pressing mute, I activate the closed captions and watch a familiar show, barely seeing it as all my attention stays on my woman in my arms.
This is right, this is perfect and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.
11
Cora
The sound of my alarm wakes me up, pulling me from a very vivid dream of me knelt on the floor sucking Huck’s dick while he pulls my hair, forcing his cock down my throat until I gag. My clit is thrumming and I can feel the heat of arousal pooling in my stomach. Opening my eyes, I find Huck next to me on my pillow, his eyes open, a smug smile etched across his lips.
“Morning Peaches,” he drawls, his voice rough with sleep.
“Morning,” I whisper, not wanting to blow my morning breath into his face.
“If this is the way you’re planning on waking me up every day, I’m moving in,” he smiles.
“What?” I ask, not fully awake enough to understand what he’s talking about.
When something moves beneath my hands I jump, my eyes dropping down to where I was obvious playing with his dick in my sleep.
“I like your hands on me, baby, and waking up with you moaning and jerking me off in your sleep is the best alarm clock I can think of.”
“I was dreaming, I…” I stutter, literally having nothing to say in my defense other than telling him I was sucking him off in my dreams.
Leaning forward, he captures my lips with his, kissing me softly and unlike how he’s kissed me before. Normally his kisses are forceful, intended to send a message, to lay claim on me and brand me. But this kiss is sweet, almost gentle and reverent. It’s nice, but for the first time, I admit to myself how much I like it when he’s a little rough with me, when he forces me to bend to his will.
Jesus, even admitting that in my head makes me cringe.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Sorry.”
“What time you in work today?”
“All day, I’m opening and closing.”
“Let’s get cleaned up then.”
Grabbing me, he pulls me on top of him, then rolls to a sitting position and stands with me in his arms like I’m weightless.
“I can walk.”
“I can carry you.”
Taking me into the bathroom, he sits me on the counter, smirking when I flinch at how cold the marble is beneath my butt. He turns on the water, then after a moment he picks me back up again and walks us under the stream. I expect him to instigate sex, to touch me or tease me, or make me finish what I started in my dreams, but instead he just grabs my wash cloth and washes me, coating my skin in my favourite blueberry scented body wash, taking his time making sure my breasts, pussy and ass are very clean. He hands me the bottle of shampoo, then grabs my razor and proceeds to shave my legs, my pussy and under my arms, ignoring my protests and just taking care of me in a way I have never experienced before.
Once my hair is washed and conditioned, he hands me the cloth and waits while I wash him and I do it, enjoying my first chance to openly explore his perfect body. It’s obvious he does a manual job for a living, his body is toned from hard work, not hours spent in the gym and the lines and calluses prove his are hard working hands.
When I’m done, he turns off the water and climbs out, wrapping a towel around his waist then holding out one for me, wrapping me in it and pulling me in for a hug. This morning he’s not the domineering man who gave me no choice about being his, he’s an attentive lover who dotes on his woman and I can’t help but melt into the role he’s cast me in.
It’s easy to let him look after me, and despite knowing I’m independent enough to look after myself, it’s nice to have someone want to do it. With Mitchell, he expected me to look after him, and although I didn’t mind doing nice things for him, I wasn’t about to step into the role of a 1940’s housewife whose life revolved around her husband’s needs.
When Huck releases me, he guides me over to the sink and hands me my toothbrush, taking his own from the cup and squeezing toothpaste onto it, before putting some on mine. Blinking, I try to figure out when he put his toiletries in my bathroom, but really, other than eat and fuck, we didn’t exactly have a real conversation last night before I crashed.
Unperturbed he stands beside me brushing his teeth, sharing the sink and the mirror with me like us sharing a bathroom is the most natural thing in the world. Unsure what to do, I brush my teeth, wipe my mouth on my towel and then follow him into the bedroom.
Crossing to the closet, he opens it and takes out a small overnight bag, placing it on the bed as he drops his towel. Standing naked by the bed he pulls out clothes and starts to get dressed. My mouth falls open because somehow him putting clothes on, has suddenly becomes just as sexy as him taking them off.
“Get dressed, Peaches, or I’m gonna forget the self-control I’m trying really hard to find right now and fuck you up against that wall.”
Clearing my throat, I try to swallow past the lump that’s formed since he dropped his towel and started getting dressed. “That doesn’t sound like a problem.”
Laughing he hunts me down, stalking towards me and scooping me up off the floor, pressing my back into the hard wall behind me. “This what you want, Peaches? Do you need my dick, baby?”
Eyes wide, I nod.
Groaning, he buries his face into my neck, licking at the pulse point before he tears the towel from me. “I promised I was gonna be good this morning. I know you must be sore, we’ve been going at it like rabbits the last couple of days, but you’re too tempting. Do you want it?”
“Really bad,” I purr. “I need your dick, Huck.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, reaching between us to touch me. Finding me soaking wet, he guides the head of his dick into me, then slams up as he drags me down and impales me fully onto his length in one hard thrust.
“Fuck,” I scream, burying my face into his neck and clinging to him.
“This is gonna be quick, take what you need, come as fast as you can.”
I clench my muscles around his dick, and he groans as he fucks me hard and fast, rubbing my back against the wall with every thrust. I fall over the edge into orgasm on
the third stroke, losing my mind as I bite down on his shoulder, muffling my screams into his skin. He comes a minute later, on a jerky cry, squeezing me tightly, his fingers gripping me like he’s terrified if he loosens his hold on me I’ll disappear.
“You okay? I was rough,” he asks shakily.
“So good,” I pant, exhaling happily.
Laughing, he presses his lips against mine and kisses me like he owns the very breath in my lungs and I love it. This thing between us is either going to be a revelation or a disaster, but I’m beginning to think it doesn’t matter which, I’m just going to enjoy the ride and deal with the fall out when it happens.
Turning with me still held in his arms, Huck lowers me to the bed, crawling over me, spreading my thighs wide. I wait for his dick to fill me again, but instead he reaches down and slowly caresses my folds before filling me with two fingers. It takes me a minute to realize he’s pushing his cum back into me, literally using his fingers to force it back into my pussy. I should be appalled, but I’m not, in fact I kind of love it.
After a few minutes, and obviously happy that he’s completed his job, he rubs his wet fingertip over my bottom lip, coating it in a mixture of my arousal and his. “Lick,” he orders.
Unable to resist, I run my tongue over my bottom lip and taste us, a mix of salty and sweet. He licks the tip of his own finger tasting us too, before he covers both of my nipples in the remaining moisture.
His eyes are heated and full of an emotion I don’t fully understand. “You’re gonna smell like us all day. I fucking love that, Peaches. I love that when you move, the smell of us will follow you, reminding you that you’re mine, that I own you,” he rasps.
“You don’t own me.”
“Yeah I do, and you own me, no point fighting fate, she always gets her way in the end,” he purrs against my lips before he kisses me. Releasing me, he trails a hot path down my body before he stands up, his dick still semi hard and bobbing as he moves. “Come on, baby, we need to get dressed or we’re both gonna be late.”
