by Lane Hart
“Did he initiate it?” he asks.
“Yeah he, um, was acting…off. I was stressed out and worried. He offered to rub my back, get the tension out, and then…”
“He tried to fuck you?” he snaps.
I nod, lowering my eyes to the pavement because I should have stopped him sooner and I didn’t.
Gripping my chin between two fingers, Brede orders, “Look at me, Blair.” He tightens his hold on my chin when I try to avoid his eyes. “I’m sorry I even for one second considered sharing you with him. But that shit’s done. Do you hear me? You’re mine, only mine until death do us part. Got it?”
I nod vigorously because I never wanted him to share me, and the fact that he could made me think he didn’t give a shit about me.
Brede fuses our lips as if sealing our deal. He’s barely touched me over the past few days, and I haven’t pushed for anything more because I knew he was hurting. Now, he makes up for it. Our kiss goes from a sweet brush of lips to a vigorous tongue fucking with Brede’s hand cupping my jaw, holding my mouth to his, as if I would try to get away.
When we do finally separate, both of us are breathing heavily as we eye each other for several silent seconds.
“I need you,” he eventually speaks first.
“I need you too,” I tell him before he takes my hand. After that, I practically have to jog in my dress shoes to keep up with his brisk pace down the sidewalk until we reach the hotel. A swipe of his card later and we’re in.
Brede gently sets the urn down on the desk in the corner of the room next to his parents’ wedding picture and my family’s photo album, before he lifts me off my feet and throws me over his shoulder. Carrying me to our room, I expect him to toss me on the bed, but he comes down with me. Once our mouths meet, there’s a flurry of activity as both of us try to figure out how to get the other’s clothes off the quickest. My dress easily comes over my head, but it takes a little longer to rid Brede of his shirt and undo his pants, and eventually I give up.
My hand slips inside his boxer briefs and fists his hard shaft at the same time my panties are yanked down for his fingers to slip inside me. Both of us moan into each other’s mouths as I wrap my legs around his waist and tug his cock closer to my wet heat, needing him inside me even though he’s not completely undressed. With one shove forward, he sinks deep, completely filling the emptiness. I cry out at the overwhelming pleasure of our bodies joining for the first time without the least bit of pain.
“This is my pussy,” Brede groans against my lips as he withdraws his length and then slams deep again. “This is my sexy, little body. You feel that, baby?” he asks, pounding moan after moan from me.
“Oh my God, yes!” I scream, my fingernails raking through his scalp as he fucks me harder.
“This cock is gonna own every inch of you,” he promises, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin along the side of my neck, one of his hands squeezing my breast greedily. “I’m gonna fill your pussy with cum until you’re too sore to take another inch of this dick. And then your ass is mine.”
Brede’s hot, muscular body surrounds me, taking me, possessing me a little more with each thrust of his hips, and still it’s not enough. I want all of him.
“Please, Brede,” I beg him when my pussy starts to clench around his thickness, trying to squeeze every drop of his seed it can get out of him because my body yearns to keep a piece of him forever. “Yes!” I shout as my back arches off the bed with a toe-curling orgasm at the same moment Brede’s hot pulses of cum fill me.
“Ah fuck, baby,” he groans, his lips next to my ear.
“Mmm,” I moan as my body undulates, riding out the waves of bliss, already needing him again. “More,” I demand, lifting my hips to grind against his semi-hard cock that’s still lodged inside me.
Brede chuckles and nips at my earlobe. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m just getting started.”
Chapter Sixteen
Brede
“Ah! Ah! Ahhh, God!” Blair shouts to the ceiling with her head thrown back and her hands cupping her breasts as she comes for the third time. This round I finally got her riding me like the fucking rodeo star I fantasized about the first day I saw her.
The muscles in my stomach tighten; and when my balls draw up painfully, it’s impossible for me to last any longer watching the sight above me. My cock swells and pulses, but fuck, there’s not an ounce of anything left inside me to fill her with.
Blair’s sexy, little body bucks as she tries to prolong the pleasure, an addict to it now. I’ve got her right where I want her, fuck-drunk and ready to do anything to get another taste of the euphoria.
My palms stroke up her spread thighs when her body starts to relax. Not wanting to give her even a minute break until my cock’s hard and ready to go again, I press my thumb to her clit, causing her midnight blue eyes to pop open at the same time her lips part on a gasp. Rubbing circles over the swollen nub, it takes just one, two, three…
“Oh God!”
Her pussy locks down again on my softening cock that’s still buried inside her, which is all it needed to get back in the game, ready to play again with my over-sensitized orgasm slut. She’s out of her mind with so many endorphins that she would sell her soul for me to get her off again.
As soon as she stops convulsing, I’m off the bed, carrying her to the bathroom and starting the shower. While I work on getting the water just right, I keep my mouth locked on Blair’s, and her pussy still seated on my cock until we climb into the shower stall.
Bracing her back against the tile wall, I decide to make do with the available resources we have. I keep her body balanced with one hand gripping her thigh and grab the bottle of body wash with the other, squirting a blob onto her belly, I work it into suds. Reaching down between Blair’s legs, I rub the slippery liquid around her puckered hole before easing a fingertip inside.
Blair pushes down on both of my shoulders, trying to drive herself further up the wall.
“This okay?” I ask against her lips since I’m not sure if she’s squirming in a good way or bad.
She nods before she speaks. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
I don’t have to be told twice before easing my finger further inside her tight ass. Once it’s slipping in and out easier, I add another finger, making her cry out. Knowing she’s good and would tell me to stop if not, I keep stretching her, scissoring inside of her while her pussy clenches so tight on my cock that she’s gonna make me come if I don’t pull out soon.
Blair’s got my shaft soaking wet when I withdraw it, but I still pour body wash on my length and work the lather up and down in my fist.
“Ready?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she whispers, so I shift her up the wall and position the head of my dick against her opening. Slowly, I lower Blair’s body until my tip forces its way inside her virgin ass. I stop when I hear her sudden intake of breath.
“Rub your clit for me, baby,” I tell her, wanting her to relax and loosen up. Her shaking hand reaches down between our bodies and then…oh, fuck. It takes all my restraint not to slam her down on my cock as I watch her face slacken with pleasure at her own touch, not just fingertips on her clit, but she eases a finger inside her pussy.
While she’s distracted, I lower her ass a little further, sinking more of my cock inside the tightest fucking place it’s ever been. God, it’s good.
“Need to fuck you,” I tell her. And with another nod from her, I slam her the rest of the way down on my cock. We both shout, but then knowing the worst is over for her, I can’t hold off anymore. I lift and lower her over and over again, unable to get enough. I need more.
Shifting us around, I lower her back down to the bathtub so that I’m above her. Pushing her knees to her chest, I finally take her how I needed, hard and fast, trying to savor each thrust, while at the same time racing to the finish because I know how fucking amazing it will be.
“So goddamn tight and perfect,” I tell her, having to grit out each word from
between clenched teeth. “I love the way your ass makes me work for every fucking inch.”
“Yes! Own me, Brede,” she exclaims. “Don’t stop!”
Fuck, I love this woman. Not just because she’s giving herself to me, but because she’s just as desperate for me as I am for her. And now she’s mine.
That’s my last thought before I let go, bringing my first time and hers to a close with her name leaving my lips.
Chapter Seventeen
Aden
My hand moves faster and faster down the length of my cock, while the other plays with my balls until I come in my hand.
How pathetic, right? Jerking off to my brother and his girlfriend fucking like rabbits on the other side of the hotel. Very loud, horny rabbits.
The fact is, I know I’ll never have anything close to what they have. Intimacy is a joke to me, nothing more than the taking of someone’s virginity before I slink away, never to be seen or heard from again.
I wonder if the virgins all regret it afterward. Probably the men more than the women. Is it fucked up that I want them to? I want them to constantly think about the one night I took what they can only give once.
After those dark thoughts, maybe it’s time for a call to Dr. Allen.
Grabbing some tissues, I clean up my mess and tuck my dick back into my pants before pulling out my phone.
“Aden? How are you doing?” the doctor answers.
“Um, well, so I told you about my brother, right? And Blair, the girl whose virginity I took?”
“Yes.”
“They’re together now.”
“Oh. And how do you feel about that?”
“I don’t really know.”
“Are you angry?” he asks.
“No, not really. It’s more like I wish I were him.”
“So you’re envious?”
“I guess so.”
“That seems pretty reasonable. I’m assuming they have a fairly normal, healthy relationship?”
“Pretty much.”
“You’re capable of that too, Aden. You may not think you are, but you haven’t tried.”
“That’s never gonna happen for me,” I argue. “I’m too fucked up.”
“You’re not ‘fucked up’. Your past was traumatic, but we can continue to work through those issues if you’ll make the effort.”
“Doubtful,” I mutter.
“I wish you could see how you self-sabotage potential relationships in a preemptive attempt to push people away before they have a chance to try to get close.”
Is that what I do? Hurt them before they hurt me? That’s pretty much what I did to Blair, and what I usually do to the virgins, take what I want and leave them before they can ask for something from me in return. I gave enough of myself for those four shitty years. Not that I offered myself up voluntarily back then. A little at a time, pieces of me were taken unwillingly, and now I don’t think I have anything left to give. My mind isn’t the only thing broken. It’s my soul that’s incapable of being healed.
“Listen, why don’t we schedule some hourly appointments?” the doctor asks. “You haven’t been in to see me in almost three months.”
“I’m not in town. I’m in Kentucky.”
“Do you plan on staying there long? Because I would be happy to give you a referral to see one of my colleagues there.”
“Maybe,” I answer, although I have no intention of meeting a stranger and unburdening my baggage on them.
“In the meantime, why don’t you try and learn from your brother’s relationship? I bet that theirs is not as perfect as you think it is. They probably have their own challenges that they struggle to work through. See how that relationship grows into something you might want to have, and we’ll make a plan on how to obtain it.”
“Thanks, doc,” I tell him before ending the call.
The truth is that I’m happy for Brede and Blair. While at first I thought he was an asshole who was gonna hurt her, physically and emotionally, I ended up hurting her more. Like the doctor said, that’s what I do, sabotage from the beginning so that there’s nothing to go back to. Why bother?
When I was twelve, I lost my family, my father, and twin brother, who I was closer to than anyone else in the world.
Then, for four years, I grew close to my foster sister and brother. But as soon as my foster parents were arrested, Tyson and Faith went their separate ways, putting distance between the three of us; and I know exactly why. Just like me, they didn’t want the reminder of our past, and that’s all we were to each other once we escaped that hellhole --- a reminder of the shame and humiliation we endured.
Since then, I haven’t had anyone but my dad, who is behind bars. That is, until my path crossed with Blair and Brede’s. Plotting and planning on how to get my dad out of prison, I waited for what seemed like forever for the chance to have unfettered access to the DA’s house. And when I finally got it, how ironic to find not only the perfect witness for his case but my brother too. Following him around for the first few months after he was discharged from the army, I thought the worst of him, knowing he was leaving a trail of death. If Blair’s right, I should’ve done more research on his victims. Then maybe I would have understood him better.
And now, why do I wish he was as horrible as I initially thought?
Maybe because thinking of him as a monster made me feel a little better about being one. Like maybe we had no choice but to turn out fucked up. So if he’s not, that means I’m all alone in a world that doesn’t make sense.
Chapter Eighteen
Blair
The night of the memorial service was the last night Brede, Aden and I stayed at the hotel. The next morning, Brede installed an alarm system, camera, and reinforced all the doors and windows at Paula and Jim’s before we moved in. Aden warned Brede it was risky, and that none of those things would stop the police from arresting him, but Brede said he was tired of running.
The first thing I did was clean the house, removing all traces of their tragic death while Brede went grocery shopping, in disguise, of course. When he got back, Brede pretended he was okay, but I know he was still grieving and unnecessarily blaming himself. He wanted everything in the house kept exactly in the same place, so Aden and I abided by his wishes.
For the first few nights, all three of us slept together in the living room because Aden and I knew Brede wasn’t ready to sleep in beds. That would make us more than guests, which would mean his parents weren’t coming back.
By mid-week, I was ready to suggest that we see about renting another hotel room nearby until we leave for North Carolina when Brede finally gave an inch.
“Tomorrow you want to, um, go shopping? Maybe find some new bedding and decorations or whatever for their room?” he asks as we sit in one of the recliner’s watching late night television. I’m curled up to his side, hugging his chest. Aden’s still awake on the sofa, and I’m not sure when he last slept or had something to eat. His behavior is even more erratic now than before, but mostly he’s been quiet, withdrawing into himself.
“Yeah, shopping would be fun,” I answer, placing a kiss on Brede’s cheek. Turning his head, his lips capture mine and ignite a frenzy inside me. Apparently, the same goes for Brede when his palm suddenly grabs my ass and yanks me up his body so I can feel his hard cock against my stomach.
Ah, so that’s why he’s finally giving in to sleeping in a bed. He’s horny.
While two weeks ago he would’ve fucked me right here in front of Aden, I know that’s not gonna happen. He meant what he said about no more sharing, not even letting him watch us together.
Aden doesn’t seem to care either way and has been eerily silent, lost in his own head lately. Sure, he occasionally jokes with us, but something’s been off with him. Brede’s been drowning in mourning, so I’m not even sure if he’s noticed his brother’s silence. Maybe we’ll have a chance to talk tomorrow when we go out.
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Brede
“Are you su
re you’re okay with this?” Blair asks as we stroll through Macy’s hand in hand, almost like a regular couple. People stop and stare at us, maybe because she looks so young, but probably because they want to know what an asshole like me is doing with this beautiful woman. My baseball cap is pulled down to hide most of my face. The media hasn’t mentioned my name much lately, but that doesn’t mean the police have forgotten me.
“I’m sure I’m okay,” I answer Blair. “Now pick out something you like. Bright and happy colors or whatever the fuck.”
“You’re so romantic,” she teases with a grin before leading me to the bedding section of the store.
It doesn’t take her long to find a bed displaying a comforter set she likes. It’s a big, fluffy, white number with large blue and purple flowers printed on it. There’s even a decorative pillow with a butterfly or dragonfly on it.
“Too girly?” she asks.
“Baby, it’s okay. You’re a girl, you know.”
“If you don’t like it, we can keep looking…” she says as her mood-ring green eyes flit around the room.
The last bedroom she had was when she was eight. I can’t imagine what her room at the mental hospital was like, probably boring and sterile, so I want to buy her whatever makes her happy. It’s gonna be strange sleeping in my parents’ bedroom, but it’s either there or get another bed for my old room since it only has bunks.
Despite how much I want for my parents to come home, to walk through the front door like all the times before, I need to face the fact that that shit ain’t gonna happen. They’re gone, and the only comfort I have is knowing they left this world together. It would have been horrible for Paula to have passed away years before Jim because he would have missed her so much. Which makes me think of my dad rotting away in prison after losing Blair’s mom way too soon. I’ve only known Blair for a few weeks, and I can’t imagine my life without her.
