by Jamie Knight
Slipping his hand onto my hip, Aden eased his cock inside me, bringing out a small yelp of pleasure. Going a bit slower, he got the rest of the way in and then paused, letting me get used to the sheer size of him.
“Okay,” I said when I was good to go.
Leaving one hand on my hip, he took hold of my ponytail with the other and started to pump me. Going easy on me on first, he slowly started building, moving his massive cock inside me with increasing speed and intensity until he was pounding me. It hurt a bit but in a really good way, and it wasn’t long before I came with a scream.
My whole body vibrated as Aden softly kissed me on the back of my neck as I trembled. He held me in his arms, brushing the hair that had fallen out of my ponytail out of my face. I was warm and safe with him. It was a dream come true.
Chapter Eleven
Aden
I loved Saturdays. I had always heard that days off are for people who don’t like their jobs, but I have never really held to this. I loved my job but also appreciated downtime. Mostly because Beau wouldn’t let me play my bass and read my comics at work. Despite the ping-pong court and arcade games, things could only go so far at Sure Thing Graphics. Ryan may have been a bit more permissive, but it was a bit too early to test that.
For the moment I was fine to stay where I was, in Camilla’s bed, her warm, nude form wrapped around me. On Impulse, I kissed her on the forehead. She hummed contentedly and held me even closer. I could still feel the warm wetness of her pussy on my cock as she let me fuck her, taking every hard thrust.
“Thirsty?” I asked.
“A bit actually,” she admitted.
“I’ve got some sparkling water over at my place.”
“Flavored?”
“Of course.”
“Which flavor.”
“Black raspberry mostly.”
“What’s that like?” she asked, with genuine interest.
“Try it and see,” I said.
I helped Camilla get dressed, her hangover still pretty wicked. We went with the minimum for going out in semi-public, just a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. No socks, panties, or bra. I had a funny feeling that considering where we were at that point, she wouldn’t need them very long. Ditto for all of my clothes. I still couldn’t help but feel over-dressed.
I couldn’t keep my eyes of Camilla as we walked over to my place. She managed to look sexy even in what she was wearing. Then again, I was pretty sure she could look hot in a potato sack. There was really no way to conceal the full glory of her miraculous tits, save perhaps for perhaps a parka.
I went straight for the fridge, keeping Camilla well behind me, lest my erection become too obvious. Taking two bottles from the line up in the door, I tossed one to Camilla, who caught it perfectly, which only stood to reason, given her years of softball. Though it might not have been the best idea considering they were carbonated.
“Sink,” I said quickly, as Camilla went to twist off the cap.
“Oh, right.”
She bent over the sink, twisting off the lid and presenting her ass in a very enticing way. An effect only added to when she craned back her swan-like neck, taking a long sip.
“Wow, that’s good water!” she said, lowering the bottle from her lips.
“I know, right?” my eyes locked on her pronounced breasts.
“Where you lookin’, huh?”
“What? Sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m just kidding,” she said, lovingly stroking my arm.
“I don’t think you would want to—”
“Want to, yes. I just need some time, okay?”
“Did I hurt you?”
“A bit. Not too bad. I’m just a bit sore. Particularly my little red ass.”
“Yeah.”
“Hey, don’t look guilty now. I asked you to, remember?”
“Yes.”
“I love it, really. I want it again if I’m honest. That and maybe some other things.”
“Other things? What other things?”
“That would be telling,” she said with a sly wink.
“And we can’t have that,” I said, playing along.
I really did wonder what she had in mind, my cock getting even harder just at the thought of it. There were so many options, even with everything we had already done. The thing that stood out most in my mind was the prospect of anal. Not just the excitement of such a proposition but also the logistics. Her ass was undoubtedly beautiful but also not very big. There would definitely need to be some lube involved, if not the use of a butt plug. Still though, even the fact that Camilla might be thinking about it was pretty flattering.
“My mouth is feeling okay,” Camilla said, gently laying her soft, warm hand on the bulge forming in my pants.
Taking her over to the big comfy chair in the living room, I eased myself down into the seat, lowering my fly and unfurling my cock as I did so. Camilla stood in front of me.
“On your knees,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, sinking down between my feet.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about her saying that. I didn’t want to feel like I was in control of her, but that wasn’t how it came across. She seemed more than happy to do anything I wanted her to.
Taking me softly around the base of my cock, Camilla started in with long, loving licks from base to head, rotating her tongue around the head when she got there. Remembering my balls, she started to massage them with her other hand while continuing to lick. Just when I was on the edge of going crazy, she dropped her hot, wet mouth over my cock, pushing it almost to the back of her throat.
Pausing for a moment to really let me enjoy the feeling, she started to suck. She went really soft at first, gently nursing my cock, sending low pulses of pleasure running through me. Slowly she began to go faster, a lot like I did when I fucked her. Before long, she was sucking me furiously like she was addicted to my cum and needed a fix. A notion which didn’t seem entirely absurd, particularly considering her enthusiasm and the fact that she kept her eyes locked on me as she sucked.
Within minutes I came in her mouth, unloading a torrent of cum directly down her throat. It was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to get it all safely down, not letting a drop get away, looking like she was in heaven. I reached down and stroked her face, in an attempt to show that I loved her.
Camilla slowly pulled my cock from her mouth, pressing her cheek harder into my hand, tenderly kissing the palm.
“So much for Larkin,” I said to myself.
“Who?”
“Hmm?”
“Who’s Larkin?”
“Oh, bad in-joke.”
“Tell me,” she pressed, climbing up onto my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck, waiting for the story.
“Well, okay, going back the beginning, there was an animator named Beau Larkin. He was from Canada and did a lot of work for the National Film board up there. Anyway, he was one of the best animators of the 20th century but was a bit odd.”
“Odd how?”
“Well, for a start he was a bit of a shut-in. People would find checks from the NFB uncashed weeks later because he hadn’t gone to the bank yet.”
“Weird.”
“That’s not the half of it.”
“Do tell.”
“Well, he disappeared sometime in the early-1980s, only to be found in the early 2000s, living on the streets of Montreal. Apparently, he got sick of it all.”
“You're getting sick of it all, at work?”
“Not at all. I still love it. One of the other odd things about him was that he was reportedly celibate most of his adult life. It was most of what was attributed to the work he did.”
“You were celibate, until me, that is?”
“I didn’t want anything from distracting me from the work I was doing. It wasn’t that hard, really. I didn’t drink or have sex while in the military either, so I had a good fourteen years of practice.”
“None of those hot army chicks w
anted you?”
“Sure, but it wasn’t allowed. Drinking was, but I was a sniper and needed to keep my wits about me.”
“And now you’ve got me.”
“Yeah.”
“And you think your work will suffer?”
“I really don’t know. There wasn’t a time I was at the company when I wasn’t celibate. Drawing is pretty much muscle memory at this point anyway.”
“You’ve just got to keep your mind off my pussy,” she said with a mischievous smile.
“For a few hours a day anyway.”
“But not right now.”
“No.”
“Good,” she said, kissing me on the neck.
“You sure?”
“Hell, yes,” she said.
Swooping Camilla up into my arms. I carried her into my room, not bothering to close the door behind me.
She already had her shirt off by the time I started on her pants. Free of her fleecy prison, she scotched to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide. Unable to wait any longer, I dove right into her pussy, licking and sucking like nobody’s business, making her moan and shake with pleasure.
Getting her pussy nice and wet, I inched my cock inside her until I was all the way in and started pumping her slowly. Playing close attention to her responses, I worked up to a steady, moderate rhythm. Camilla moaned and squirmed under me, wrapping her legs and her arms around me to pull me in even harder.
We came at the same time. Camilla trembling against me and me deep inside her, her pussy closed tight around me.
Chapter Twelve
Camilla
It was both the best and worst time of my life. Like the mix of pleasure and pain I was beginning to explore with Aden, joy and sorrow could also be tightly intertwined. The only consolation was that while the sorrow had only one source, the joy had many. As much as it hurt having to hide my relationship from Cooper, I really wasn't ready for the potential fall out. I knew my older brother better than anyone else and was all too aware of how he would take the news.
Besides which, the things Aden and I were able to do together were amazing. For starters, there was the sex. Thanks to Aden's gentle touch and depth of experience, I was able to explore regions of the sexual experience I had never even imagined. Though it wasn't all physical, either. We were both introducing each other to our own perspectives and philosophies, not to mention our favorite parts of culture. It could have been my imagination, but I could have sworn that, as a result of our association, I was calming down quite a bit and Aden was getting a bit more adventurous. Nothing too drastic, but I did cut way down on my drinking and carousing and seemed to have broken Aden out of his hundred words per week habit. One he'd had since we were both kids—something I had always put down to Cooper being more than talkative enough for the both of them.
I started compromising in terms of my work outfits. I still wanted to look beautiful, mostly for Aden, but not too nice as to raise suspicion. I also liked being comfortable when I could. After some experimentation, I settled on a couple cute flannel skirts that I had, both of them coming down well to my knees and some cute, tight, short-sleeved blouses with lacing around the cuffs that did beautiful things for my tits. Surely someone noticed the radical change in attire over the last few weeks, but if they did, no one said anything.
They also didn't seem to notice that we started taking the same car, Aden's, to the office every day. Mostly to minimize the waiting time before we could fuck after work. I had never had so much sex, and I loved it.
“What's that, then?” Aden asked as I handed the envelope.
“My people call it an envelope,” I said.
“Careful or you’re not getting any tonight,” he teased.
“Really?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Not a chance. I'll still fuck you silly.”
“Good to know.”
He opened the envelope with characteristic careful precision, carefully sliding out the smaller envelope inside.
“How?” he asked.
“Chris, he's amazing.” I beamed.
“No argument here,” Aden said, taking out the tickets to make sure that they were actually real.
I knew that Aden loved soccer, so I managed to wrangle him two field-side tickets to the Las Vegas Lights game that night.
“I don't suppose we have time,” he said.
“We do, but I thought we could go out for dinner first, and we are going to be sitting for a while, so I'd rather wait until after the game.”
“Fair enough,” Aden said, popping the tickets into the glove box.
****
Already high from a crushing 2-0 win, Aden drove directly to the building so we could celebrate properly, carrying me up to our floor bride style, not faltering once while going up the four flights of thinly carpeted stairs. It never ceased to amaze me how powerful he was. Partly because he was always so gentle with me.
Laying me out on his bed, Aden had my skirt off before I even knew what was happening. I managed to get off my panties and open my legs before he dove in, unable to restrain himself. He usually had such fantastic self-control. When it came to my pussy, however, Aden was impulsive as hell.
Reigning himself in a little bit, he licked my lower lips soft and long, seeming to savor being there. This tended to be his pattern. Unbridled enthusiasm getting me naked giving way to gentle precision when actually starting. Even when he spanked me, he did so with deliberate attention mixed sharp strikes with soft caresses and deep, kneading motions like a deep-muscle massage.
“Turn over,” he whispered after bringing me to the very peak of orgasm.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, flipping over in a second flat.
I thought he was going to spank me. I wanted him to spank me. Instead, he lightly spread my cheeks and gave the same kind of loving attention to my asshole as he just had to my pussy, making me have to use a pillow to muffle my long, loud moans. I shouldn’t have expected a spanking. He only did that when I was naughty. I had been too well behaved, and he was in far too good a mood and was treating me accordingly. While I loved being spanked and the cocktail of sensations it could bring when done right, I was beginning to enjoy the rewards as much as the punishments.
Aden didn't fuck me in my ass. I thought that might be where he was going but no. Pulling me up onto all fours, he fucked me doggy style, not getting too hard. Just a nice, steady rhythm, his huge cock working inside my tight little pussy until we both came. Aden managed to pull out and cum on the small of my back in the nick of time. I hadn't even taken off my shirt, which he didn't seem to notice, so amped was he for our postponed nightly fuck.
Things fell back into the usual pattern. Basically ignoring each other at work before rushing home for wild, kinky sex in the evening. Usually at his place, it being ever so slightly closer to the elevators, cutting down even further on the time before we could get to it. Sometimes we didn't even make it to the bedroom, making do with his large, leather couch. Ending the evening with a collaborative gourmet meal and episodes of rerun comedies.
Imagine my surprise, a few days later, when Aden pulled the same envelope trick on me.
“An envelope?” I asked, really not expecting it.
“Well spotted.”
I ripped down one side of the envelope, leaving quite a ragged edge, pulling out two tickets of a very different sort.
“Opera?” I asked.
“Last I checked,” Aden said, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Chris?” I asked.
“Got it in one. You're really on a roll, sweetheart.”
I blushed at him calling me sweetheart. I'd had pet names before, but they somehow sounded different coming from my brother’s best friend. Probably because it was a reminder that we were finally together. Aden really did want me the way I wanted him.
We again held off on sex, mostly so I would be able to sit comfortably for the duration of the performance. Though I could tell Aden had something special planned f
or me when we got back. A thought which buzzed at the back of my mind as we listened to Chris's mom perform Carmen.
“She's amazing,” I observed.
“Agreed,” Aden concurred.
Impressed as we were, Aden and I both agreed that opera wasn't really for us. One of the many things on which we agreed. Strolling from the opera house, Aden noticed a park across the street.
“Walk?” he asked.
It was fully dark outside, but the moon shown as a perfect sliver, and there were pinpricks of stars. All of that made the park look very romantic.
“Sure.”
Getting safely across the street, I slipped off my heels and managed to stick to the soft cool grass, which felt really lovely under my bare feet.
“Hot dog?” Aden asked, spotting a small, independent cart.
“Absolutely.”
I sat in the grass, taking a load off as Aden went over to the cart for two hot dogs just the way we liked them.
“You remembered!” I said as he handed me my dog.
“Of course,” he said, sitting down beside me on the grass
“Can I tell you a secret?” I asked shyly after my first bite.
“Always.”
“I'm not wearing any underwear.”
Wolfing down his dog in record time, Aden drove just slow enough not to get a speeding ticket, pulling into his assigned parking spot twenty minutes later. Not wanting me to risk hurting myself going up the stairs in heels, or at least, so I assumed, Aden carried me up the stairs like he had after the soccer game. Also, like the aftermath of the soccer game, we managed to make it into the bedroom, and Aden had me stripped down and bent over, in a standing position beside the bed, in ten seconds flat. It helped that I was wearing an evening dress that dropped off as soon as the straps were loosed.
“Naughty,” he said, referring to my easily bared body. I didn't even have time to agree before he landed the first hard slap on my ass.
