by Mia Carson
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded as I braced myself for his entry, my whole body shivering with anticipation. I felt him edge up to my pussy and rub his cock over me a couple of times, his pre-cum mixing with my wetness. I arched my hips toward him in protest, hoping to entice him and force him to penetrate me, but my urgency was lost on him. He continued rubbing his cock back and forth over my slit, the tip of his hardening cock making me shiver uncontrollably.
“Please,” I managed to say.
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please take me,” I said in a whisper, unable to believe that I was begging a man to fuck me. I knew it should be the other way round, but I had lost all my manners. And if I had entertained any thoughts of ever having sex with James today, I would have thought I’d be the one doing all the work. After all, I was the hired help.
“You’re not ready,” he said.
What did he mean I was not ready? I was shivering like it was freezing, my pussy juices wetting his Egyptian cotton sheets, and begging like he was the last man on earth, and he was telling me I wasn't ready? I knew he was ready from his hardness. Did he not want me as badly as I wanted him? Was he going to dump me again like he did in the past?
“James, I don’t….” I started to speak but stopped because he had he rubbed his cock on my clit again, this time a little harder and had followed up by penetrating me with just an inch or two of cock. Our discussion about the past could wait. I arched my hips towards him, hoping to swallow more of his cock inside my pussy, but he pulled out. He did it again and again, each time causing me to swear at him. I was hot, wet, and horny, and he was not going to take me. I had to take action.
“Release me,” I said, thinking he’d say no and I’d be chained to the post until I orgasmed out of pent up desire.
He released the handcuffs, one at a time, and rubbed my hands. “Please keep the blindfold on,” he said. “If you don’t mind.”
I nodded as I reached for him. My hands touched his chest, and I pushed him gently down until he was flat on the bed. I started kissing him lightly on the lips and then his chest and over his navel. I had never given a blow job with a blindfold on, but there was always room for a first. I scooted down until my lips were in contact with his cock. It was still rock hard. I placed my mouth over him and began taking him in slowly and gradually. I felt him tense as I took his penis deeper into my mouth, closer to my throat. He moaned loudly, without inhibitions. I held the base of his cock and squeezed, causing the blood to pump up toward the head of his cock. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and curled my lips around the tip and licked him. He continued to moan. I wished I could see his expression, but I still wore the blindfold, so I had to imagine what his face must look like.
I started bobbing my head on his cock, going down as low as I could so that I pulled him into my throat and pulling all the way off until only the tip of his dick was left in my mouth. He was arching his hips toward me, a sign that I knew meant he was ready for me, but it was payback time. I would make him wait and beg. I wanted him to want me even more before I gave in. I was going to punish him, just like he had done to me.
“Can I take my blindfold off?” I asked.
“Yes,” he whispered.
I took the silk fabric off and laid it on the bed. It took me a moment to adjust to the light in the room. “Have you ever been blindfolded?” I asked James.
“I normally do the blindfolding,” James said.
“Well, today is your lucky day, bro,” I said.
I put the blindfold over his eyes and kissed him on the lips. He seemed surprised that my lips were that close, and he kissed me back feverishly. I broke our kiss and traced my hands down his chest and to his groin area. I took his cock back into my mouth, and this time, I didn’t plan to let go until he begged for mercy. I started jerking his cock while sucking it, occasionally massaging his balls while holding the base of his dick.
“Aaahh. Yesss…Please,” he said.
I continued licking and sucking until I felt him start to get tense. I knew that if I continued, he would come, but I wanted nothing more than for him to come in me. I pulled my mouth off his cock and moved up to straddle his cock. I hovered over the tip of his cock for a few seconds, teasing him by beginning to engulf him into my wetness and then sliding all the way off.
“Now,” he hissed.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Fuck me right now,” he said as he grabbed me by the waist as I was about to pull off of him again. He pushed me down all the way on him.
I felt his cock slide into me, pushing in tightly as my inner pussy muscles relaxed to let him in all the way. Once I had all of him inside of me, I squeezed my pussy walls for a few seconds, massaging his cock in the process and making him cry out. I started to bounce up and down on him, pulling up until his cock was almost out of my wetness and pushing down until I felt him hit my core. His hands supported my waist, helping me go up and down.
I sighed as my pleasure heightened. His cock was splitting me in ways that I loved. After several thrusts, he reached out, pulled off his blindfold, and tossed it to the side, blinking to allow his eyes to adjust to the lighting.
“You’re beautiful,” he said as he fondled my breasts, squeezing them and pulling at my nipples with his fingers.
I leaned in toward him until my breasts touched his chest. His mouth sought mine, kissing me intensely. I began to feel the familiar wave of an orgasm spreading through my body, and I slowed my movements. He pulled up, my pussy still engulfing him, and flipped me to my back so that he was on top. I spread my legs wide and raised them as high as possible. He repositioned himself, placed his cock right on my pussy lips, and thrust into me, deeper than I had been able to take him in.
I let out an involuntary yelp. That seemed to encourage him as he thrust in and out faster and deeper, taking my breath away with each subsequent hump.
I massaged his balls with one hand while my other hand found my clit. I began rubbing it feverishly. He kept pumping me, penetrating me in quick and slick movements. My pussy started to quiver uncontrollably.
“I’m coming,” I moaned as I struggled to maintain my hold on his balls.
“Not yet,” he said and stopped moving inside of me.
“Please don’t stop. Oh, please don’t stop,” I begged.
He helped me get up and placed me on my knees, doggie-style. I spread my legs apart and bent over, allowing him full view and access to my slickness. I could see his balls from my position. He rubbed a finger over my slit and parted my pussy lips. He placed his cock on the slit of my pussy, and since I was moist enough from all our mixed juices, he slid right in. He pulled back to hold tightly to my breasts and started thrusting in me, hard and raw. I felt his hands rub my buttocks, and then I heard a thud. It was a spank. He was gentle and it didn’t hurt, but it was still a spank.
“Yes, more please,” I screamed, arching my hips toward him.
He didn’t fail me; his palm slapped against my fleshy buttocks a couple more times. I held on tight to the bed sheet as all sorts of words and sounds escaped my mouth. He pumped a few more times, and my body started to quiver again. There was no turning back. I arched my hips toward him as my pussy walls contracted, squeezing him. Soon he was heaving as he drove into me one more time before exploding—our juices mixed together as we both shuddered. I collapsed on the bed and he lay over me. For the first time, I noticed the softness of the bed and bed sheets. We lay there, breathless as we listened to the sounds of the ocean against the boat.
“That was awesome,” James said when he recovered his breath. I didn’t know what to say to that. He looked at me and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I am. It was amazing,” I replied. The problem was that even though the sex was amazing, I was feeling a little off. I wasn’t a prostitute in any way, but I had just had sex with a man who had paid me for my company. Granted, he hadn’t paid me directly, and having sex was not part of the de
al—it had all been voluntary on my part—but that didn’t make me feel any better. And then to make things even worse, he was my ex-stepbrother who I had unresolved issued with.
“What is the problem?” he asked, reaching out to massage my breasts.
I was silent for some time. “I hope you don’t think I usually jump into bed with strangers. This is very unlike me.” He rose up, balancing himself on an elbow. I couldn’t tell if he believed me or not, but I wanted him to believe me.
“I don’t judge people, Sara. And I know you don’t sleep around.” He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me.
I kissed him back, but my mind wandered. What was going to happen after this evening was over? Was he going to call me? Would he want to see me again? What did this whole thing mean? His hand was reaching for my pussy, and I felt him insert a finger inside of me, then another. I reached for his groin and was happy to find him hard again. I was aroused again, and my thoughts of what would happen after tonight were already getting clouded as lust overtook me again.
JAMES
As I held her in my arms, I couldn’t believe that it had been five years since I last enjoyed sex. When my mom left Sara’s dad, my drive for love and sex had gone. When Mom found and married my current billionaire stepfather and he adopted me making me equally rich, I had found a new lease on life. I had imagined that all the women money could buy would make me happy, but it turned out that all the money in the world couldn’t buy love. I had sought Sara and finally won her back, at least temporarily. I only needed to show her how much I cared for her, how much I really wanted her, and how much I had missed her. Based on how she had responded to my touches, I could tell that she still liked me, at least somewhat. If I could capitalize on what little affection she had left for me, maybe I could rekindle what we once had.
I pulled her even closer to me, listening to her breathe as she slowly fell asleep. I wished the world would stop and let me hold her tight and warm in my arms for eternity. I looked at her face; she was still as pretty as she had been five years ago. I kissed her gently, and in so doing caused her to shift a bit and snuggle even closer to me. At that moment, I knew I could never let her go. I had to convince her to give me a second chance.
SARA
The next morning, I woke up in James’ arms. At first, I wanted to take off and disappear, but I knew that was the wrong thing to do. We had yet to talk about what had happened in the past, and walking away never solved any problems.
James’ mom had married my dad when we were pre-teens, and we had spent our teenage years together. Their marriage ended the day after our high school graduation; incidentally, the day after we had sex. I used to blame myself for their divorce – that I was being punished for having sex with my stepbrother, but all that blame dissipated when I realized their marriage had stopped working years before. They had only stayed together for so many more years just for James and me. Apparently, they had waited for us to graduate from high school before announcing their inevitable separation.
I looked at James, snoring peacefully in my arms. Five years had hardly aged him. I bent over to kiss him lightly with the intention of sneaking out of bed and taking a shower, but my movement woke him up.
“Hey, princess,” he murmured, smiling at me.
“Hi,” I stammered, blushing as he had caught me in the act of kissing him.
“I won’t tell,” he grinned.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I told him, smiling and getting up. “I need to go home.”
“Why?” He sat up. “Today is Sunday. Where do you have to be?” His grin was as boyish as it had been when we were younger.
“Nowhere, but I need to brush my teeth, change my clothes, and stuff.”
“First of all, you don’t need clothes. I like you the way you are,” he said, trying to pull the bedsheet off me, but I held it tight.
“I’m sure you do,” I said with a laugh.
“And even if you do need clothes, I have plenty of spare clothes for you.” He pointed to a nearby closet.
“I appreciate your hospitality, James, but I think we both know this was a mistake,” I said.
“What are you talking about, Sara?”
“The two of us getting back together and having sex.”
“I’m guessing you have a boyfriend,” James said.
“You’re not getting it,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice calm. “You and I together again can’t be good. We’ve been through this before and I can’t do it again.”
“Sara, what happened five years ago shouldn’t have happened. I was immature and didn’t know how to express myself.”
“And now you do?” I asked skeptically.
“I’m trying to. I want to fix things.”
“Really nothing to fix, James. I think it’s best we just move on and maybe catch up every five years.”
“How do you have sex with me one minute and the next minute you’re pushing me away?” he asked.
I looked at him, and it didn’t take much to see the hurt he was feeling. How do I tell him how much he hurt me last time? How do I explain that I still loved him as much as I did five years ago and I was afraid that if I let my guard down again, I would get hurt? How do I tell him that I wanted nothing more than for us to find a way to forget the past and make the future work?
“Talk to me, Sara. I know I hurt you in the past, but I was really hoping this was my chance to make things up to you.”
I remained quiet for some time, wondering how to say what was on my mind. He watched me silently, patiently waiting for me to speak. But the mood was suddenly broken by some commotion outside the door.
“I need to see him,” a woman was saying to the captain.
“Fuck, that’s Vera,” James said, rising from the bed. “Sorry, Sara. I need to handle her.”
“What?” I scrambled up from the bed and quickly pulled my clothes on.
“You don’t have to do all that. She has no right to be here,” he said as he pulled on a pair of sweat pants. He was naked underneath. I gulped at the thought of his cock unrestricted in the loose pants.
“I do,” I said, pulling on my dress and struggling with the zipper. He came over to help me, and as he did, the bedroom door flung open.
“I knew it!” Vera, the woman from the night before, the one he had told me was his ex-fiancée, screeched when she saw us. She was fast approaching me, her hand in a fist and raised as if to strike.
“Sorry, sir.” The captain was behind her. “We docked and she came on board before I could stop her.”
“It’s okay, Andrew. I can handle her.” James addressed his captain, who politely withdrew.
“Handle me? When did I become a problem? Why is she here?” she yelled, pointing a fist at me.
“Vera, you have no right to be here,” James said sternly and stood between the two of us.
“I said, what is that whore doing here?” She was screaming and trying to push past James, but he caught her and stood firmly between us.
“First of all, Vera, she is not a whore. Secondly, you need to get off my property and leave me in peace.”
I cowered behind James, wondering if I should add to the conversation, but I felt it was better if I observed and let them fight it out.
“That’s what you always say, James. Until you come looking for my pussy,” she said. “You know she’s just a common slut. You’ll come back for the real thing.”
“Please leave now,” James said, raising his voice. He had balled his fist and was trying his best to keep his voice under control.
Vera noticed she had pushed too far and backed down. She glanced at me. “You better leave sweetheart. You’re just another piece of pussy,” Vera jeered at me and made her leave.
“I better leave,” I said, putting on my shoes. “I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
“I’m so sorry, Sara. She had no right to be here.”
“That’s okay. I shouldn’
t be here anyways. It was good seeing you again after all these years. Let’s keep in touch.” I tried to walk past him.
“Wait,” he said, holding my hands and trying to stop me.
“No, James. This was a mistake, and I think we should get out while we can. I’ll see you around,” I said quickly, pushing past him. He didn’t stop me. I grabbed my purse off the table and rushed off the boat.
***
The rest of the summer was tough. I was doing my best to suppress all thoughts of James. But try as I could, it was almost impossible to erase him from my memories. My days were filled with longing for his touch, and my nights were filled with wanting his company. I knew how to reach him, but I decided against it. It was for the best.
School started a few weeks later, and I focused on my classes and part time job as a tutor on campus. A few weeks into the semester, I woke up one morning with nausea. Elle, my roommate, heard me running into the bathroom and followed me.
“Sara, you okay?” she asked, peeking through the door.
“Yeah. I think that takeout from yesterday upset my stomach,” I said.
“Do you need anything?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine,” I replied. I look up at her; she was dressed in a flirty, black, short dress. “You look cute.”
She looked down at herself and smiled back. “Thanks. There’s this new guy in my class. You know…”
“Yes, I know. Have fun.”
“Feel better,” she called as she shut the door quietly behind her.
