I follow him to my office. I haven’t touched it. My shelf is full of books, my desk has folders all over it, and I have boxes full of swatches and fabric samples. Keagan stands with his hands on his hips, looking around.
I don’t know what living with Keagan again will be like. It’s easily been ten years since we’ve lived together in the same place. I’ve gotten used to having my own space and doing my own thing. It will be strange falling into someone else’s routine again, and abiding by someone else’s rules.
We were always close, so I don’t think it will be a problem. When he first moved in so many years ago, being in the same house as the boy I had a crush on was hard. It was even harder that I wasn’t allowed to like him anymore. Somehow, we’d gotten over liking each other and fell into a comfortable rhythm.
Sometimes, out of nowhere, I still see Keagan as the guy I crushed on and not the one that became my brother. Not that it matters. I doubt he feels the same about me. Don’t guys get over their crushes easily? I’m the only one holding onto something that never got a chance to exist.
Keagan walks out of the room again, and his scent stays behind. It smells like soap, clean and fresh, and I breathe in deeply. He returns with two collapsed boxes and tape. He tapes up the boxes and puts them down in the middle of the floor.
“How about you start with those files,” he says, pointing to my portfolios. “I’ll handle the books?”
I nod. It’s difficult having people rummage through my things. I feel like they’re pulling me apart, seeing every side of me that I can choose to hide under normal circumstances. With Keagan, I don’t mind it so much, but the other guys make me feel uncomfortable.
The day goes by quickly. We barely break for lunch. It’s easier to keep working while we’re eating. Bit by bit, my house is packed up. I don’t have a lot of things, and that’s the only reason it’s possible to nearly pack up everything in one day.
By five o’clock the men all leave. Boxes are stacked in the corners of every room, and my place has been cleaned, for the most part. All my furniture has already been loaded and taken to Keagan’s warehouse, where he has extra space for me.
“We’ll finish tomorrow,” Keagan says. “They’re coming back, and we’ll get the boxes to storage as well.
I shake my head. “You’re doing all of this for me, and I can’t even repay you,” I say.
Keagan shakes his head and nudges me with his elbow. “Don’t sweat it. We’ll get this fixed in no time.”
I’m emotional. It’s hard losing my home and having strangers pack it up for me. It’s better than being kicked out on the street, though, and I have Keagan to thank for that.
“I’m going to run out and get us dinner,” Keagan says. “Why don’t you take a box and pack up the things in your bedroom you don’t need?”
I nod. He smiles at me and walks through the door, disappearing into the dusk that’s falling outside. I walk to my room and do as he asks.
I’ve finished two boxes by the time he comes back. I smell Chinese all the way from the kitchen. When I join Keagan, he’s unpacking sweet and sour pork and fried noodles. He’s also bought wine.
“Oh, God, this is the best idea you’ve had all day,” I say, picking up the bottle of wine.
Keagan grins at me. “I thought so.”
He hands me my container of food, and we walk to the living room. He pushes the coffee table out of the way, and we sit down on the carpet, spreading out our food. I found two wine glasses in one of the boxes and Keagan pours wine for both of us.
The food is fantastic, and the wine is just what I needed. Slowly, I feel the tension bleed out of my shoulders. My body becomes light, and I feel good for the first time in days. Keagan sits next to me. We lean our backs against the couch.
“Can you believe this is where I ended up?” I say. “When we were younger, I had such big dreams. Look at me, now. On the verge of eviction. Broke.”
Keagan shakes his head. “You’ve always been on top of things. It’s just a bad month. Not a bad life.”
I grin at him. “You sound like a fortune cookie.”
Keagan shrugs. “Even in school, you were good at everything. It’s one of the first thing’s I noticed about you. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“Really?” I ask. “That’s what you noticed about me?”
“Well, among other things.” He’s studying the wine in his glass intently.
“Like what?”
Keagan glances at me. “Are you kidding me? You were the hottest girl in school. Not much has changed, by the way.”
I blink at him. He looks at me with serious eyes. His pupils are dilated, and something twists in my stomach.
“You can’t mean that,” I say.
“Why not? I know what I like. I know a ten when I see one.”
I blush violently. “You can’t tell me that,” I say.
“But it’s true.”
He leans against me so that our arms touch. His skin is hot through the sleeves of my shirt. His scent is in my nose. Maybe it’s the wine, his help in my time of need, or the fact that I’m at rock bottom, but I get turned on. I swallow hard. Heat flushes through my body and pools between my legs.
Keagan’s eyes are still on mine. He lifts his hand and brushes his knuckles against my cheek. Electricity runs from his skin to mine. The atmosphere is charged, and I know what he wants before his eyes slide to my lips. This is wrong. I can’t do this. Except, this is what I want. What I’ve wanted for a long time. I’ve denied it because it’s not supposed to be this way.
When Keagan leans toward me, I know I should pull away. I’m frozen in place, and I watch him close the distance between us. His fingers rest against my cheek, and his lips touch mine a moment later.
My breath hitches in my throat. He kisses me, carefully, allowing me to pull away if that’s what I want.
I don’t. When I don’t move, he kisses me with more confidence. And he knows exactly what he’s doing. His tongue runs along my bottom lip, and without thinking about it, I open my mouth. He slides his tongue into my mouth, soft and hot, and tastes me. I’ve never been kissed like this, and my body is practically vibrating.
I break the kiss.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I’m out of breath.
Keagan doesn’t look as flustered as I am. His pupils are dilated, lips parted.
“Kissing you,” he whispers, sending shivers down my spine in the most delicious way.
I don’t know what to say to that. Keagan leans into me again. His lips touch mine, and this time, I don’t hesitate. Somewhere at the back of my mind, a little voice tells me I’m doing something I probably shouldn’t, but the way he’s kissing me sets my body on fire. I’m melting in my panties. I’m getting wetter—so much fucking wetter—hotter, and the wine in my system pushes all the worries out of my mind.
All I can think about is him. He fills my sense, leaving room for nothing else.
I lift my hand and push my fingers into Keagan’s hair. He groans into my mouth. His hand slips down my neck, his fingers fluttering over my skin. He thumbs my collarbone, and then his hand is on my chest, sliding to my breast.
Oh, God.
I feel like I might spontaneously combust. I’m hot and wet and ready, and my body screams for more. Keagan hasn’t even touched me yet.
My breasts tingle, and my nipples tighten with anticipation. A moment later, his hand is on my breast, massaging skillfully.
Keagan’s breathing becomes shallow and erratic. He gasps into my mouth. It’s like he’s finally allowed to touch me. Like he’s always wanted to.
I push the thought out of my mind. I stop thinking all together.
My hand wanders down his body and into his lap. I rest my palm on his cock, and he’s hard—so fucking hard—through his jeans. When I rub him through the thick material, he groans again.
“Fuck, Dana. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“What?” I mumble against his lips, not bel
ieving what I’m hearing. Is my lust addled brain making hear things now?
He shakes his head without breaking the kiss and reaches for the hem of my shirt. He pulls it up over my breasts, and his hands land on my bra.
I break the kiss.
“Keagan. Really?” I ask, gaping at him. “For how long?”
His eyes are a dark blue, like the ocean, and he licks his lips. He nods slowly, opening his mouth to speak.
“This is a bad idea,” I say, cutting him off before he can say anything and shaking my head. I start pulling back my hand from his cock, but he stops me, pressing my hand down with his.
“Don’t fucking think about it,” he says.
He moves his hips, grinding himself against my hand. I gasp. I want him so bad. I’m crazy horny, I’m wet, and I want him to keep going. I don’t ever want to stop.
My shirt is still up over my breasts. He leans into me again. This time, I give in.
I close the distance and kiss him. I move my hand on his cock again.
I want this.
I’ve always wanted this, if I’m being honest.
And now that I’m getting a taste, I don’t know if I’ll be satisfied until I get it all.
Keagan
Everything about Dana is so much fucking better than I always imagined it to be.
Her tongue is hot and slick when I taste her. Sweet. Her lips are soft. Dana is a fucking amazing kisser. She’s had a lot of practice, from what I can tell. Or maybe she’s just a natural.
I like the latter idea better. The first makes me feel a possessiveness that I don’t understand.
When I start taking off her clothes, she lets me. My cock throbs in my pants. I’m so hard, I can barely restrain myself. I ache for her. I want to rip her clothes right off her body.
All I can think about is getting her naked and underneath me so I can finally fuck her, hard and fast like I’ve fantasized about a million fucking times.
When I peel away her clothes bit by bit, her body is revealed, and it’s even better than in my fantasies. Her tits are just a little bigger than I can cup in my hand. I unclasp her bra and pull it off her shoulders. Dana arches her back, pushing out her chest. Her nipples are dark and rosy, and the rest of her body is covered with smooth, milky skin.
Fuck.
I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth. She moans softly when I do, and the sound tugs at my core, my cock twitching in response.
Her nipple is erect in my mouth, a little nub that I flick my tongue over. I massage her other tit with my hand, finding the nipple and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.
I’m grinding my cock against her leg, dry humping her. Jesus. But I can’t fucking help myself. I can’t contain myself. She’s making me lose control.
Dana pulls my shirt up, and I stop long enough for her to pull it over my head and toss it aside. Her hands slide onto my back, and she curls her fingers so her nails graze me. I groan, a new wave of lust flowing through me.
Fuck, is this really happening?
With a guttural moan, I wrap my arm around her lower back and pull her toward me so she moves away from the boxes.
She lies down on the carpet. Exactly what I wanted. I unbutton her jeans, unzip them, and pull them down. She’s wearing a lace G-string. Her legs are long and smooth. When I tug at her panties, her scent reaches my nostrils. The smell of her sex tugs at my cock, and I’m overpowered by lust.
I rip the panties down her legs, and then she’s completely bare in front of me.
Holy fucking hell. She’s like a fucking angel. Better than I ever imagined.
When I look at her face, her lips are parted, and her pupils are dilated. Her chest rises and falls with her breath. She’s a vision, a goddess, lying in front of me without any reserve.
I have to have her. I crave her. Fucking need her. Like my whole fucking existence hinges on it.
I put my hand on her neck and slide it slowly down her breastbone. She arches her back and trembles when I do. I slide my hand down further, over her abdomen to the apex of her thighs. I touch her between her legs, and she gasps. She opens her legs for me a little, and I slip my fingers into her slit. She gasps again.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I say.
“I know,” she whispers, her eyes wide as if he can’t believe we’re doing this, but so full of lust that it’s clear she doesn’t want me to stop.
Good.
I can smell her. The sweet scent drives me crazy. I slide my fingers up and down her slit. She jerks whenever I slide over her clit, and it’s all I can do not to drive my cock into her, balls deep, right this fucking second.
She reaches for my jeans and tugs at the buckle, managing to undo it with one hand. When she has my pants undone, she pulls them open and pulls down my boxer briefs, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. She pulls me free from my underwear to have easier access and slides her hand down and back up.
I lean over and kiss her again. My tongue slides into her mouth, and she kisses me back. Her hand slides up and down my cock, and she’s making it hard for me to concentrate on what I’m doing to her. I slide my hand down and push a finger into her. She gasps against my lips.
I pump my finger in and out of her. She’s so wet, I slip in and out with ease. After a few strokes, I add another finger. She opens her legs wider to give me more access, and I pump my hand faster, sliding my fingers in and out of her.
Her hand pumps up and down faster on my cock, and it’s getting hard to think. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Her fingers are fucking magic. I move my hips, bucking with her as she jacks me off.
I lean my bare chest onto her, feeling her tits against my overheated skin. Her nipples are hard. I move my head to her neck and kiss and lick her, nibbling on the skin a bit.
I can feel an orgasm building slowly, my balls tightening. If I want to carry this through to actually fucking her, and God knows that’s exactly what I fucking want, she has to stop. Like right the fuck now.
“Stop, baby,” I whisper hoarsely in her ear. “You’re going to make me come before we do anything.”
She stops moving, resting her hand on my cock.
“God, I want to fuck you so badly,” I say in her ear. She rolls onto her side a little, pressing her pussy harder against my hand.
“How badly do you want me?” she asks.
I groan. “You have no idea,” I say in a throaty voice. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years.”
She gasps, and I can’t tell if it’s because of my words or what I’m doing with my fingers.
“You’re still wearing your boxers,” she says.
I stop fingering her and nod. I roll away from her and work my pants and my boxers down my legs before I kick them away. I’m naked and hard, my cock straining, eager for her.
“Tell me what you want,” I say to her.
Her blue eyes are big and boring into mine, her lips parted. She licks them with that soft pink tongue, and I swallow hard. I reach for her mouth, pressing my fingers against her lower lips. She dips her chin, taking a finger into her mouth and sucking on the tip of it. Her mouth is hot and wet around my finger, and I can just imagine her doing it to my cock.
Jesus Christ. I groan.
“Tell me what you want,” I order again. I want to hear her say it. I want her to say the words I’ve wanted to hear from her for as long as I can remember.
She lets go of my finger.
“I want you to fuck me, Keagan,” she says, her voice strong and sure. Holy hell. My name in her mouth as she tells to fuck her sounds sexy as fuck.
“God, I want you, too,” I say.
I roll onto her. Her thighs fall open for me, and I position myself between them. I press my head against her entrance.
“You’re sure?” I ask in a moment of clarity, where my conscience gets the better for me.
Shit. Why do I have to go and be all chivalrous now of all times? What if she changes her mind?
She arches her b
ack and closes her eyes.
“Just do it, Keagan. God, you’re driving me crazy.”
Thank fuck. I grin.
“Do what?” I want to hear her say it again.
“Fuck me,” she says in a throaty voice.
I’ve waited my whole fucking life to hear her beg me to fuck her. And here it is. The moment I’ve dreamed of for as long as I’ve known what it meant to want to fuck. She’s been the one I’ve always wanted and could never have.
And she’s begging me, arching her hips toward my cock, her soaked pussy opening for me.
I smile and push my cock into her, so fucking slowly I can barely stand it. I groan as I continue to slide into her.
Fuck. She’s so wet.
She gasps and moans, her pussy clamping and massaging my cock as I fill her. Until I’m in to the hilt. Balls deep. She’s so fucking tight, it’s all I can do not to come right away.
“Fuck, Dana, you’re tight like a virgin,” I say.
She smiles at me and bites her lip in a teasing way that’s sexy as hell. “Maybe you’re just a big boy.”
There’s nothing like a woman stroking a man’s ego the way she’s doing right now. I shut my mouth and pull out so just the tip is inside her, before I push into her again. Harder this time.
She cries out. I do it again, pulling out and pushing back into her. She moans again, and I pick up my pace, pushing and pulling, thrusting harder and harder. Faster and faster.
Her tits jiggle whenever I slam into her, and her moans and gasps match my rhythm.
I fuck her harder and harder, thrusting into her before I pull out. She cries out, her moans echoing through the almost empty house.
This is like everything I’ve ever fantasized about, but a million fucking times better. Her face is orgasmic, her tits are a vision, her body is perfect, and she feels better than anything I could ever have imagined. She sure as shit feels a lot better than my hand always did when I fantasized about fucking her like this.
I pound into her like a jackhammer, and she’s moaning, and I swear I’m stuck in a goddamn dream. This is too good to be true.
Her body is pinned beneath mine. I lean forward, lying on top of her, bracing my weight with my elbows on either side of her head. I feel her tits press against my chest. Her breath is hard and rhythmic in my ear, in time with our fucking. I take her earlobe between my teeth, and she shudders beneath me.
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