by Zoey Parker
“Suck me, baby,” she grunted out, moving her hips back and forth to start up a rhythm. Brent’s fingers slid deep inside of her and curled to find that one special spot. His tongue swirled around her clit, rubbing it this way and that, making her feel things that she’d never felt before. Her body felt like it was being remolded, all of her baggage ripped away to make room for the star expanding inside of her, the light that grew larger and larger in between her legs.
Brent’s probed the sensitive spot on her pussy wall in circles. His tongue thrust faster. Kira whined almost pathetically, although at this point she was well beyond shame. She didn’t care if she sounded stupid. She didn’t even care if it turned Brent off. This was about her right now, her pleasure, her body. She wanted to discover the limits of her body, to find out what sensitivities lurked under her skin that were not emerging from Brent’s touch. She wanted to transgress all the rules she’d set for herself, everything she’d told herself she had to be in order to be a good mother. She wanted to be more than that tonight. She wanted to take the shape of all of her potential identities, all at once. I’m a warrior, she thought as she took Brent’s fingers in deeper, grunting in satisfaction as his tongue made teasing circles over her clit. I’m a giver. I’m a taker. I’m generous and I’m hungry and I’m sexy and I’m fucking sex-starved and I deserve to be everything that I am, all at the same time.
Brent’s fingers fucked into her faster, his tongue matching the pace while his lips sucked on her clit, making her feel like her entire body was burning in the most delicious way imaginable. “Ugh, fuck, yes,” she grunted out. She rolled her hips wildly despite the pain in her knees. It didn’t matter. Her body could take it. She knew it. If she was strong enough to give birth, she was strong enough to take this pleasure and make it her own.
Her hair was a sweaty mess by now, clinging to her face, so for a long moment she couldn’t see anything, all of her surroundings obscured by a brownish blur. She pushed the hair away from her face and her eyes fell back down to meet Brent’s viciously focused gaze. He was staring at her as intensely as anyone had ever looked at her before in her life, gazing unblinkingly with such passion that Kira almost had to avert her eyes. Almost. It was like staring into the sun, but somehow she thought that this wouldn’t make her go blind. Instead, it felt like she was seeing something for the first time, like a secret had been revealed to her.
He’s a giver, too, Kira realized. That’s what she was seeing in Brent’s eyes: a desperation to please. He wanted to make her come. No, that wasn’t quite right. He needed to.
That was the thought that took her over the edge. “Oh! Oh, fuck! Fuck me! Yes!” Kira cried out. She tossed her head back and bit down on her own hand to suppress a scream as the star of pleasure inside of her blew apart, sending amazingly pure sparks of sensation up and down her legs, echoing inside her pussy as it went into spasms around Brent’s fingers.
Kira’s hips jerked forward on their own, involuntarily thrusting back and forth several times before coming to standstill, her cunt still gripping hard on Brent’s fingertips. “Shit,” she groaned. She pulled back a little so she wasn’t suffocating Brent then let herself collapse on top of him. “Shit, that was…fuck…”
Brent pulled his fingers out of her pussy, his hand coming up to grip her shoulder instead, and for a moment Kira was certain that she was about to be shoved off of him, maybe even pushed to the floor.
But that didn’t happen. Instead, Brent’s hand drifted down her naked back, petting over her spine for a couple seconds before drifting to the sensitive skin of her ass. Kira thought maybe he was trying to get something started again right away, but then she realized that he was just giving her a massage. Somehow he was able to guess exactly what she needed, reading some secret code of her body to determine what would feel most pleasurable to her in that exact moment. She sighed happily and buried her face in Brent’s neck, kissing his skin lightly, temporarily unafraid of being seen as soft or vulnerable or weak. She felt proud of herself, her skin buzzing with a sense of accomplishment after her life-changing orgasm. It took a few seconds before the ability to think coherent thoughts returned to her.
“That was…,” Brent trailed off, unable to put together a full sentence even after several long minutes of peaceful silence. “Thank you.”
Kira perked her head up at that and cocked one eyebrow at Brent. “Thank me? What are you, crazy? Thank you!”
Brent chuckled and rubbed gentle circles at the top of her ass, pressing his thumbs into the base of her back. Her eyes rolled back into her head as tension seeped out of her body like water raining from a leaf. “You’re really fucking sexy, you know that?” he murmured above her head.
Kira blushed and shook her head. She pressed her face into Brent’s chest, lazily kissing his chest hair and rubbing her hand along his thick, powerful arms. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“No,” Brent said, his tone serious, full of some unspoken emotion. “I really don’t.”
Kira didn’t know what to say that, so she decided to just keep petting Brent, gradually applying more pressure with her hands until she was raking her nails down his chest and stomach, then teasing at the waistline of his pants, which had somehow remained on during the whole finger-fucking and oral sex session. Kira undid the button and the zipper, but she was too drained of energy, at least for the moment, to force the pants off of him entirely. Her hands drifted back up to his chest, her fingers lazily circling one nipple. Brent grunted a little under his breath, and Kira’s energy perked up a little bit in curiosity. He likes to be teased, she realized, biting on the inside of her lip to keep herself from smiling and betraying the fact that she’d uncovered something secret about him. She kept moving her hand casually along his chest, lightly pressing her nails down, not exactly scratching him but applying enough pressure to make him murmur something under his breath. Kira let her fingers dance along his collarbone, smirking to herself when she felt the hairs on his skin stand up in response her touch. She eventually dropped her hand back down to his stomach. His firm abdominal muscles tensed under her touch, clenching and unclenching rapidly as her fingers traveled down to his pants.
“You really know what you’re doing here, don’t you?” Brent muttered above her head. He brought his hand down to scratch at the top of Kira’s back, briefly distracting her from her task.
“Mm? Just having fun,” Kira said. She gazed up at Brent. A lazy smile spread over his face. He looked so relaxed, so calm. She only realized now, seeing him like this, that he was tense most of the time, walking around like he was carrying a giant set of weights on his shoulders. But here, at least for the moment, he stretched out his body like a cat, looking perfectly content to have Kira on top of him.
Kira slid down his body a couple of inches until her face was aligned with his stomach, allowing her to drop soft, teasing kisses against the stretch of hair that pointed towards his crotch. “Your skin is soft,” Kira whispered, brushing her lips lightly against his the area of skin around his belly button.
“No, it’s not,” Brent said a little defensively. Kira had to fight to keep herself from laughing at him. He was too manly to be “soft,” she realized. She would have to be more careful about choosing her words. But for now, it was too much teasing him. It was so addicting, like just one taste of it made her need more and more. She wanted to make him blush, to force his blood to move this way and that because of her words and actions. She wanted to feel powerful.
“Come on,” she said, leaning up to look back into Brent’s eyes. “You know you’re a big tough man.”
“Shut up,” Brent said, scoffing and shaking his head. Kira thought she noticed a slight change in the pigmentation of his cheeks, the color of his face going a little darker as he averted eye contact with Kira. He’s embarrassed, Kira thought, feeling her heart beat faster in her chest. He’s shy, for Christ’s sake. It was ridiculous, thinking that this burly, handsome man could possibly be vulnerable, b
ut here it was, happening right before her very eyes.
“Mm,” Kira murmured. She reached up to grab both of Brent’s arms, feeling over his bulging muscles. “You work out a lot, don’t you?”
“I just live an active lifestyle, that’s all,” Brent said, shrugging humbly. Kira had to bite her tongue to keep herself from unleashing a stream of questions that had been lurking at the back of her mind for the past several weeks. What kind of lifestyle is that? Where do you go at night? What do you do? Can I come with you to see?
Instead of saying any of that out loud, she kept kissing his stomach while her fingers rubbed and pressed on his biceps, tracing the outlines of his muscles. She imagined all the power that he held underneath his skin. A little shiver ran down Kira’s spine just thinking of what Brent might be capable of. I bet he could fuck me against a wall, keeping me up the whole time. The thought made her cunt grow a little warm again, even though it was still kind of numb in the aftermath of her orgasm.
She finally began biting the skin of his stomach, growing too impatient to hold herself back anymore, even if she did like to keep Brent on his toes, unsure of what was to come. Kira gripped harder at his arms and pressed him down into the mattress, attempting to pin him under her weight. When Brent tried to shift underneath her, she bore down with her hips, keeping him in place. “Stay put,” she whispered as she nibbled along the waistband of his pants. He inhaled shakily. “I want to take care of you.”
“Why?” Brent asked in a low whisper, flexing his muscles even though he remained in place, obeying Kira’s command.
“Because you just made me come my brains out,” Kira said with a laugh. “I want to return the favor. Now relax.”
Brent looked like he was about to argue for a second. He frowned slightly before he finally relaxed, sighing deeply as he leaned his head back against the pillow. Kira’s hands moved to grab Brent’s, her fingers entwining with his while her palms pressed down as hard as they could to remind him not to move.
Kira bit and sucked along the skin of his lower stomach, smiling to herself when she heard Brent gasp a little, his breath coming out more and more unevenly as she grabbed the hem of his pants between her teeth, tugging and pulling until they fell down to his knees, revealing his thick muscular thighs. “Mm, yummy,” Kira said. She leaned in to sink her teeth into the newly uncovered muscles, moving up and down with her mouth until she felt his skin prickle with goosebumps under her lips.
“Shit,” Brent whispered, so softly that it was probably not intended for Kira’s ears, but she felt a surge of satisfaction anyway. Her head felt heavy with lust as she stared up between Brent’s legs to look him in the eyes. He looked almost helpless, his mouth fallen open and his face contorted as he spread his legs wider, inviting her to touch him in his most sensitive area.
Kira grinned mischievously as she looked at the bulge protruding from Brent’s underwear. God, he was so fucking big, bigger than anyone she’d ever fucked before. She almost couldn’t believe that she’d ever taken his full length inside of her. I’m fucking strong, she thought to herself. She leaned in to press her mouth against the fabric of Brent’s boxers, keeping her lips closed so as not to get them wet just yet. She wanted to tease him, bring him to the edge several times and then back again before finally pushing him over. She wanted to fucking destroy him, to make him feel like he was being rearranged and remade, just like he’d done to her.
“Shit, goddammit,” Brent huffed out, his hips rising as he arched his back to push his cock closer to Kira’s face. “Touch it.”
“What was that?” Kira said. She pulled back and wiped her mouth, giggling a little as Brent groaned in disappointment and sagged back against the pillow. “What do you want?”
“You know what I fucking want,” Brent said between clenched teeth. His arm muscles bulged more as he strained under Kira’s arms. Kira knew that he could easily throw her off if he wanted to, but he was holding himself back, letting her be in control. It gave her a little thrill to think that she had the power here. She could walk away at any moment, leaving Brent hard and desperate for her. But she wouldn’t. She was going to fuck him as hard as she possibly could, but not without a proper build-up.
Last time they just rushed into it, and she’d let Brent pound her into the kitchen counter. She’d loved it, but she wanted to see if he could be patient. He seemed to have so much sexual energy, all of it lying dormant during the day and then bursting out of his body at night. She wanted to see what would happen if she let it build up and then go back down again. She wanted to know what he was like when he was really frustrated, denied control, teased to the point of insanity. Would he fuck her even harder than before? She wasn’t sure if that was even possible, but Kira’s heart pounded faster as a result just thinking of it, picturing herself being torn apart by the huge dick currently straining against the fabric of Brent’s boxers.
“I’m bad at guessing games,” Kira said. She pulled back farther from Brent’s crotch and tossed her hair over her shoulders imperiously, feeling regal even though she was totally naked. She should have felt exposed and vulnerable, but instead she felt like a queen, surveying the glorious kingdom of Brent’s body quivering underneath her. “You’re going to have to tell me what you want,” she added, keeping her face as innocent as possible even though she knew he could probably tell she was teasing him on purpose.
“Your mouth,” Brent said, licking his lips and breathing a little harder. His firm chest rose and fell faster. “I want your fucking mouth.”
“Where?” Kira whispered. She leaned over Brent’s body until she was hovering over his face, staring right down into his big dark eyes. “Where do you want it?”
Brent groaned and shut his eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply a few times. He squeezed Kira’s fingers so hard that she thought her hand might get bruised. “On my dick. I want you to suck it.”
“That’s not a very nice way to ask,” Kira scolded him. She dragged her lips down the side of his neck, mouthing at the big purple vein there until he was mumbling something incoherent under his breath.
“Suck my fucking dick, please,” Brent grunted out. His voice sounding vaguely irritated, but Kira wasn’t worried. She knew he would thank her for this later.
“One more time for me?” Kira said. “I couldn’t quite hear you.” She bit down on the bottom of his chin and sucked lightly until he practically whimpered.
“Please, Kira,” he half-sobbed, panting as Kira pulled one hand away from his and started traveling down his body again. “Please, suck my fucking dick, please.”
“Good boy,” Kira whispered hotly into his ear. She licked down his neck again, peppering his chest and stomach with kisses before she got to his boxers. Seeing how his cock twitched even though she hadn’t touched it directly yet, Kira made a last second decision to tease him a bit more. He was desperate for it, sure, but he hadn’t transformed into an animal yet. She wanted to drive the beast within his body to the absolute edge and force him to come out and fuck her.
Kira licked her lips and pressed them against the cloth-covered cock, mouthing lightly at it. Brent let out off a choked-off groan, his hips rocking forward to push more of his length against her mouth. “Mm, yeah, so hard for me, aren’t you?” Kira murmured. She slid down to run her tongue over his balls, wetting the fabric.
“Fucking do it already,” Brent said.
Kira laughed, then, surprising herself with how happy she sounded. “You’re going to have to be a lot meaner than that if you expect me to just do what you want,” she said. She dragged her tongue all the way up from his balls to the head of his cock, feeling it pulse through the fabric.
Above her, Brent growled a little, but he didn’t sound angry. Kira kept at it, twirling her tongue in circles around the head of his dick, tasting him even through the layer of underwear separating them, smelling his secret scent, that indescribable smell that made her feel a little drunk, overwhelmed with desire for him. She couldn’t wait to
taste the real him, to lick the salt from his skin. But first, she needed to make him want it even more.
Kira brought her hand between his legs and tickled at the sensitive skin of his thighs for a few moments while her mouth focused on his cock, sucking lightly for a few seconds a time. Eventually, her hand made it to his balls. Her fingers gently tugged and squeezed. Brent grunted obscenities and jerked his hips upward, pushing his covered cock a little deeper into her willing mouth.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah, do it,” Brent muttered. His free hand reached down into her hair and pushed lightly to force her down onto his cock. Her mouth took most of him in while her hand moved faster over his cock, squeezing the whole thing in her palm over and over again. With her eyes closed, she imagined that she was holding onto his heart, making it pulse for her, setting the rhythm of his blood to whatever pace she wanted. Still, Brent wasn’t as helpless as she wanted him to be. He could still form coherent sentences, for one thing, so her job was clearly still far from finished. She tightened the seal of her lips around his cock and sucked like she was trying to swallow him whole. Brent responded by whining loudly, like a dog begging for food. “Oh! Ahh! Shit!”
