by Rye Hart
She turned her face up to mine and smiled.
“I dream of that night more than any other. I held you close in that sleeping bag and kissed you goodnight wishing that every night could be spent the same way only so I could wake up next to you every morning. I know I’ve stolen that from myself, and even though I’ll lay down alone tonight, I will remember how warm and peaceful you were pressed up against me, how your scent had been my air, and the rise and fall of your breath the motion that had rocked me to sleep. And if this night is my last, the memory of that moment alone, will have made my entire life worth living. I love you, Rachel, now and always.”
Her voice broke on the final line, and she slowly closed the book and turned to me with tear-soaked eyes. “I thought of that same night many times as well.”
“I didn’t want to make you cry.” I held her cheek and wiped away her tears with my thumb and leaned in to kiss her soft lips.
She slipped her arms around my neck and pulled away. “Who knew you were the journaling type?” She wiped her eyes and took a calming breath.
“I guess I can break the stereotypes too.” I shrugged as she laughed and then I pulled her back close. “I’ve missed you so much, and I’m sorry I was angry about your father. I just held a grudge for so long, and it wasn’t his fault. I should have taken my own actions, and I guess I’ve been mad at myself about it all this time.”
“Then let’s not waste another minute worrying about it.” She melted against me, and I lay back pulling her with me, her long slender body stretching out across me. She still had the power to make me hard at just one touch.
I trailed my hand down her side and up into her loose-fitting t-shirt. One hand cupped her breast, and that same thumb that wiped her tears, brushed against her soft nipple, feeling it tighten at my touch. I growled against her mouth and kissed her deeper, bucking my hips up against her soft cotton yoga pants, against her slender hips right to her center and that little mound of hers.
She let out a moan and then pulled back to meet my eyes. Her hips moved against mine, and though her desires remained unspoken, I knew what that sultry, hungry look was telling me.
“Are you sure you want this, Rachel?” I ground my erection against her, urging her to reciprocate.
She ground hard against me and nodded. “Yes, I’ve wanted it for so long. Don’t make me wait another minute.” She crushed her lips against mine, and she snaked her hand down and rubbed my cock through my pants.
She sat up and moved down to straddle my thighs, one leg butting up against the back of the couch and sinking down into the cushions as she undid the buttoned fly and slipped her hand in to touch me. Her eyes widened, and she met my stare as she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked my long, veiny shaft.
“There’s things I’ve wanted to do for so long. I want to do it all with you; always wanted it to be you.” She looked down at my cock and stroked her thumb across the tip, taking special care to rub my tiny slit where it was already glistening. She met my eyes again, pulling in her bottom lip. “I want to taste it.”
I knew she’d had limited experience and though I wanted nothing more than for her to suck me off, I didn’t want things to be vulgar for her first time. “You don’t have to do that for me if you’re not sure about—”
She was on my cock before I had time to talk her out of it. As she closed her mouth around the head and then lowered herself until it hit the back of her throat, my toes curled in my boots. “Fuck, baby.” I hissed through my teeth.
She pulled away and looked up at me with an expression of worry. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, not at all, be as rough as you want.” Her eyes flashed, and she smiled wide as she went down on me again, this time trailing her tongue along the veins in my shaft and down to my balls. She kissed them a then pulled one into her mouth, tight-lipping it before letting it pop from her mouth. She worked her way back up my shaft, letting her mouth work the length of me as she gripped my base.
“I’m not sure you’re going to fit,” she whispered against my burning flesh. The friction had me throbbing, my balls aching with desire.
“We’ll take it slow, Kitten. First, we should move to your bed. I want you to be comfortable.” She stood, and I got to my feet, then she led me by the hand to her bedroom, where I slowly undressed her.
I’d imagined this moment hundreds of times in the past. The fact that she’d waited for me all these years made it that much more amazing. I was the luckiest bastard in the world.
CHAPTER TWELVE - RACHEL
His cock had been so big in my mouth I could only imagine what it was going to be like inside me. The slow ache that I’d had many times, and always for him, was about to be quenched. He tugged down my yoga pants, and I held onto his strong shoulders as he slipped them off my feet. Then he lifted my shirt over my head, and I was left in nothing but my panties.
“Slip them off slowly,” he whispered in my ear and I lay back on the bed as he undressed, never taking is eyes off me as I hooked my thumbs into my bikini straps and slowly slid the lace down exposing my trimmed mound. I sat up a bit when they reached my knees, but he took over, slipping them down my calf and across my ankles until I was left naked and on display for him, and he didn’t seem to be missing much of the view.
He stood before me gripping himself; his sac was heavy, like twin weights swaying below that proud cock. He pumped it in his fist, and I noticed that his large hands fit much better around it than mine had and all those fears about the pain of losing my virginity were very real.
It must have registered on my face because he leaned down and smiled. “You’re almost past the point of no return. You can tell me to stop now if you want to wait.”
“I want this. I want you, Duncan.” I knew I had to reassure him. He’d always been so protective.
He was so powerful before me, his size dwarfing mine, and I hadn’t really sized us up that way before. I was lost in a million thoughts when he leaned over and kissed me.
“I want to do this right by you, so what do you want to do about protection? I’ve always used it, but I don’t have any on me.” I hadn’t thought about it, all I’d thought about was having him and how much it might hurt.
“I trust you, and I’m on the pill. Unless you want to wait?” I held my breath while he thought a minute.
And then a slow smile spread across his face. “I guess it will be a first for us both.” He kissed me again and lay me back against the pillows, then he slipped down below my waist and parted my knees. “Relax, baby. I’m going to take good care of you.”
The words he spoke were a vow, and I knew I could trust them to be true. I spread my legs wide, letting them fall around him as he nestled down between my thighs. He wasted no time putting his mouth against me and dragged his tongue from my tight little star between my cheeks to my aching, tender bud at my apex.
His mouth felt amazing on me and I laid my head back and closed my eyes to take in the sensations. The warm, wet wiggle of his tongue torturing my clit, flicking, pressing, lapping. He had himself a feast as he nibbled at my clit, his teeth grazing and nipping sending waves of pleasure rolling over me that turned more intense every second until I felt myself come undone.
My legs trembled as I grew impossibly wet. He slipped a finger between my folds and teased me relentlessly until I whimpered.
“You’re ready for me aren’t you, baby?” I nodded, and he smiled. “I’m so ready too. I want to feel your sweet little pussy wrapped around me, so slick and tight.”
“Yes,” I whispered as he rose up to his knees and stroked his thick shaft, then he pushed my thighs wider as he centered himself against me, nudging his thick bell-shaped head against me.
“Baby, just relax, it’s going to be bit of pressure, you’re so tight.” He gave me a devilish grin and nudged against my barrier, pushing against the resistance which didn’t stand a chance against his hard cock.
I split apart, like fire ripping through my center
, and I tensed, bracing myself against the pillow as I gripped his strong arms and pulled him down against me. He fell and let me hold on as he pushed deeper, slicing through me until he’d found my depths. He stilled all but for his mouth which kissed me.
He broke the kiss and met my eyes. “You’re going to have to relax, baby.” His hips worked slowly, and the pain soon ebbed into pleasure, and as soon as I realized that moving would ease the pain, I ground against him. He pulled out and dipped back in a few times to let me adjust, and once I was moaning, he began to work me in steady thrusts. The pleasure soon outweighed the pain, and his mouth found my breasts which only brought more pleasure to my core.
He rose up and stroked my hair back from my face. “I want you to ride me.”
The delight flashed in my eyes, and before I could ask if it would hurt, he’d rolled us over never leaving my channel.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - DUNCAN
I looked up into her eyes as she settled across my hips, her soaking core still tight around my cock. She leaned forward, her hair spilling over her shoulders and around my face as she inched off to kiss me.
I bucked upward, fucking her with just the tip so we could keep our lip lock, but then when she sat up, she winced at the pain from taking me deep again.
The bulk of my base was spreading her wider than I’d imagined. It was as if there was a rubber band around my dick she was so tight. Her release had her quaking around it, milking me for my cum.
The feeling of our bodies, flesh to flesh with nothing between us was a sensation I’d never allowed myself to have; a risk I never wanted to take, but as her wet warmth blossomed around me, I knew I’d never want to have her any other way.
I sat up and brought my arm around her waist, and she rocked steadily against me as she found her rhythm. It was even better than all of those moments I’d dreamed about and washed away the pain of all those nights I’d sat in regret from letting her go. As another orgasm ripped through her, clenching my cock with her walls, she made that purring noise I’d loved so much and longed to hear again.
“There’s my little Kitten, that’s right, purr for me.” I closed her in a tight embrace and thrust as her tits pressed tight against my chin. I lowered my head to capture her tight nipple in my lips and suckled as she rode out the aftershocks. I pressed her up against me and rolled us back over so I was on top on the soft bed. Her blond hair splayed out across the covers as she gave me a lazy grin.
“I want you to come inside me Duncan.”
Her words had me thrusting deeper, and I was more than willing to oblige. Her core gripped me. Her slick walls were a warm vise as my balls tightened preparing for my big finish. I lifted her legs and braced her hips at a tilt as I pounded through my release.
My warm jets shot through my shaft, spurting into her depths, filling her tight little hole and she moaned in pleasure and another orgasm piggy-backed my own. I ground deep and didn’t pull out for quite some time, hoping that moment of ecstasy would never end.
***
Watching Rachel work on set was always fascinating to me, and I had the perfect job that gave me a front row seat to the action, at least for a while. I’d sure enjoy it while it lasted and I made a mental note to thank my sister again. I’d been angry with her at first, but I was happy she’d gotten me and Rachel back in each other’s lives.
The moment Brock showed up, though, my mood changed. The little punk was way too familiar with Rachel, and I’d noticed he still took no restraint with the way he touched her. I imagined myself holding him down and snapping his arm like a twig, but then Rachel glanced over and gave me a bright smile, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips and give her one right back.
I had been thinking about the next time since last night, but she’d been a bit sore, so I was taking it easy on her, for now. It was easy to get addicted and with us both having something we’d never had before, it made it even more special for me. I wish we hadn’t waited, but it was definitely worth it.
I glanced to the back door where a couple of teenagers had planned to slip inside after we finished for the day, but I’d caught them camped out behind the dumpsters with a backpack full of snacks and Star’s latest CD and a few magazines they’d hoped she’d sign. They were harmless, but it showed me the lengths that some obsessed fans would go through to catch a peek at their shining Star Summers.
When I looked back across the room, I took a step forward seeing that Brock had his arm around Rachel, his hand resting on the small of her back. She seemed to cower a bit like he was some kind of bird of prey and she was his feast.
I was just about to walk over and distract him from his attempts when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“You’re a lousy guard. I walked right in the place, and I could have been a maniac.” I turned to see my beautiful sister, her face glowing with a wide grin and her eyes widened at the set before us.
“You are a maniac. And I know you didn’t get past Rocky outside without him noticing.” I had my best guard come aboard to give him a bit of a break, but he wasn’t a slacker.
“Yeah, he stopped me. He frisked me too, said it was standard procedure.” She lifted her shoulder.
I narrowed my eyes. “Did he? So, I should go break his neck for touching my sister?”
“You really would, wouldn’t you? I mean, if I were telling the truth.” She threw her arms around me, and I glanced over her shoulder across the room to see what Brock was up to. His arm had moved, but he was still hovering close to Rachel. Too close.
“I would, even though he’s my best man.” I turned my eyes back to the cocky producer, and my sister noticed my anger.
“Wow, who’s that icy glare for?” She followed my eyes to see the loser in action. “Oh my, promise me you won’t kill him. Harris would be terribly upset if this deal goes sour and you’re not only representing your company and your reputation but mine and Harris’ as well.”
“Relax, I’ll spare him his life, but she really could be more assertive and tell him to stop pawing at her.” I ground my teeth together and turned my attention to my baby sister. “So, to what do I owe this honor, or did you come to see Rachel?”
“I came to see you both. I hoped I’d find you in a better place than you were a week ago, but it seems that’s not a problem. Did the two of you kiss and make up?” There was a gleam in her eye, and I knew she meant to pry for much more information than that.
I tried to keep my smile in check as I responded. “There were kisses.”
Her eyes flared, and she let out a little squeal of delight. “Okay, I’ll spare you the torment of asking for details, but just so you know, I’m going to ask Rachel all about it and you better have treated her like a lady.”
“Like hell you will! The last thing I need is my little sis asking about my -”, I stopped myself before I spilled too any beans.
My smile played around one corner of my mouth, and she giggled and turned her attention back to Rachel across the room who was headed our way, thankfully without the producer as her shadow.
“I’m so happy for you!” Shauna closed the last few steps and pulled Rachel into a hug. “I know congratulations are in order and I’ll spare you both the embarrassment, but I really want to take you out to lunch!” She glanced back and forth from me to Rachel and back again waiting for our answer.
“I’m game.” I glanced at Rachel.
Her expression turned grim. “I can’t. I have to stay here through lunch, but you two go and have a good visit.”
“Fine.” My sister stepped closer but didn’t bother to whisper. “I want to hear all about it later though when he’s not around.” Her voice turned sour at the mention of me, and she curled her nose playfully as if to say yuck.
Rachel gave me an accusing glare, and I shook my head. “Oh no, don’t give me that look, I didn’t tell her a thing.”
“He didn’t have to. The two of you are practically glowing.” She turned to Rachel and took another hug and then stepped
back to me locking her arm. “We’ve got to be going, are you sure you can’t come?”
“I’m positive.” She gave me a sad look, and though we’d agreed not to put our relationship on display at work, I stepped closer, and instead of whispering in her ear, I gave her a little kiss. Her cheeks flared, and she glanced around, but only her assistant saw, and he pulled his lips in tight as if to hide his own smile.
Shauna didn’t pry me about anything too personal during lunch, but she did ask me my intentions toward her best friend. I had to remind her that I was her brother and not the enemy, but promised I’d take special care of Rachel’s heart this time around.
“Last time you shattered it. I know we’ve never really discussed this, with the two of you being so hell bent and kept me under your gag orders, but she was devastated. She was merely a shell of herself, and I missed her during that time. She couldn’t bear to spend much time with me. I reminded her too much of you. Don’t take my friend away again, Duncan. She’s all I’ve ever had, and I love her as much as I love you. Hell, I’ve known her nearly as long.” The two had been friends since they were in diapers and were each other’s first friends.
“No worries. I’m in love with her, always have been, and things are different now, Sis. There’s no one and nothing standing in our way.”
She’d been content to let lunch end on a different subject, and as we discussed what to do with the remainder of our mother’s things, the last couple of things we’d been holding onto simply because getting rid of them would have made it all too real. Since we were both in a better place, we could make a clearer decision about it, and agreed that it was time to sell the house.
I’d gone back to the set only to find that Rachel had left for the day and Jeffery, who seemed a bit worried that she’d claimed to have gotten ill at lunch, even though she hadn’t eaten anything, suggested I go check on her. I told Rocky I was heading out for the day and hurried to her house.
