Girl For Rent: A Dark Romantic Comedy

by Dark Angel

  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 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 says.

  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 into my panties. I’m getting wetter, hotter, and the wine in my system pushes all the worries out of my mind.

  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 collar bone, and then his hand is on my chest, sliding to my breast.

  I feel like I might spontaneously combust. I’m hot and bothered, and my body screams for sex. 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 it. Keagan’s breathing becomes shallow and erratic. He gasps into my mouth. It’s like he’s finally allowed to touch me when 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 touch his cock, and he’s 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.

  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.

  “Really?” I ask. “For so long?”

  His eyes are a dark blue, like the ocean, and he licks his lips. He nods slowly.

  “This is a bad idea,” I say, shaking my head. I start pulling back my hand from his cock, but he stops me, pressing my hand down with his.

  “Don’t think about it,” he says.

  He moves his hips, grinding himself against my hand. I gasp. I want him. I’m horny, I’m wet, and I want him to keep going. My shirt is still up over my breasts. He leans into me another time. This time, I close the distance and kiss him. I move my hand on his cock again.

  I want this.

  Keagan

  Everything about Dana is better than I always imagined it to be. Her tongue is hot and slick when I taste her. Her lips are soft. Dana is a good 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.

  When I start taking off her clothes, she lets me. My cock throbs in my pants. I’m so hard, I can barely contain it. I ache for her. All I can think about is getting her naked and underneath me so I can finally fuck her.

  When I peel away her clothes bit by bit, her body is revealed, and it’s better than in my fantasies. Her breasts 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 breasts. Her nipples are dark, and the rest of her body is covered with smooth, milky skin.

  I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth. She moans softly when I do, and the sound tugs at my core. Her nipple is erect in my mouth, a little nub that I flick my tongue over. I massage her other breast 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. I can’t help myself. I can’t contain myself.

  Dana pulls my shirt up, and I stop long enough for her to pull it over my head. 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. 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 underwear, her scent reaches my nostrils. The smell of her sex tugs at my cock, and I’m overpowered by lust. I work the underwear down her legs, and then she’s completely naked in front of me.

  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 put my hand on her neck and slide it slowly down her breastbone. She arches her back 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 wet,” I say.

  “I know,” she whispers.

  I can smell her. The smell drives me crazy. I slide my fingers up and down her slit. She jerks whenever I slide over her clit. 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 boxers, 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 insert another finger. She opens her legs wider to give me more access, and I pump my hand, sliding my fingers in and out of her.

  Her hand pumps up and down faster, and it’s getting hard to think. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Her fingers work like magic. I move my hips, bucking with her as she jacks me off. I lean my bare chest onto her, feeling her breasts. 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 sleeping with her, she has to stop.

  “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 a 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 sucks 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.

  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 wanted to hear from her as long as I could remember.

  She lets go of my finger.

  “I want you to fuck me, Keagan,” she says. My name in her mouth sounds sexy as fuck.

  “God, I want you,” 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.

  She arches her back and closes her eyes.

  “Just do it, Keagan. God, you’re driving me crazy.”

  “Do what?” I ask with a smile.

  “Fuck me,” she says in a throaty voice.

  I’ve waited my whole life to hear her beg me to fuck her. I smile and push my cock into her. I groan as I slide into her. She gasps and moans until I’m in to the hilt. She’s so tight, it’s all I can do not to come right away.

  “Shit, you’re tight like a virgin,” I say.

  She smiles at me. “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. 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, harder and harder. Her breasts jiggle whenever I push into her, and her moans and gasps match my rhythm.

  I fuck her harder and harder, slamming into her before I pull out. She cries out, her moans echoing through the almost empty house.

  This is like everything I’ve fantasized about, but better. Her face is orgasmic, her breasts are a vision, and she feels better than anything I could 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 dream. This is too good to be true.

  Her body is pinned beneath mine. I lean forward, laying on top of her, bracing my weight with my elbows on either side of her head. I feel her breasts 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.

  “Keagan,” she says in a breathy voice, and I smile.

  It’s not a scream, but my name is on her lips and she sounds orgasmic. I fantasized about this countless nights on end, my fingers wrapped around my own dick, coming at the thought. Now that it’s happening, it takes everything just to hold back my own orgasm.

  I push up again, making space between us. I glance down at her breasts before looking at my dick entering her and pulling out again. I’m slick with her sex, and the sight of her hips splayed out for me is fantastic.

  I balance on one arm, pulling my knee up a bit to keep my balance as I keep thrusting and slide my hands between our merging bodies. I find her clit with my thumb. When I do, she gasps, and her eyes shoot open, finding mine.

  I rub her clit in circles as best I can. My rhythm is a little screwed because of me pumping into her, but she opens her mouth, and she’s gasping and moaning, so I’m doing something right.

  She’s moving closer and closer to the edge. I can see it by the way her eyes roll back in her head. Her lips are parted, and she’s moaning and whimpering louder now. My name is on her lips again, and it’s enough to push me over the edge as well.

  I don’t, though. I’m proud my self-control. I want to keep fucking her as long as I can. I want my cock buried deep inside her.

  Dana’s hands are on my shoulders, and she slides one had up to my neck and then my cheeks. She touches my face; her eyes are on mine, and I’m struggling to read the expression on her face. Other than pure erotic bliss, of course. She licks her lips and swallows before she opens her mouth again, continuing to breathe hard. I slow my pace right down, letting her focus on what I’m doing to her clit.

  She produces a throaty groan, and I feel her walls twitch, a precursor to an orgasm where her body will clench down on mine. I torture her for a while, slowly moving in and out of her body, drawing circles around her clit, pushing her to the limit. The change in pace allows me to gain control over my own orgasm as well.

  Dana moves her hands onto my chest and feels my pecks. I work out from time to time, and even though I don’t have the body of a model, I know that I look good. Her hands slide down my abs and onto my ribs, and I flinch. She slides her hands onto my back and pulls against me. Her legs wrap around my hips.

  She wants more. She wants me to pick up my pace, to ram into her again, harder and harder. Her eagerness is intoxicating.

  And who am I to say no?

  I let go of her clit and pick up my pace again, pumping into her. My hips pound against her, burying my cock inside her wetness again and again. My balls slap against her ass, and the sound of our sex fills the room, providing the soundtrack for the night.

  Dana

  Keagan is better than anyone I’ve ever had. Maybe it’s because of the thrill and the danger of it all. Fucking your stepbrother is supposed to be taboo. But I liked him before my parents met, and apparently, he’s felt the same way all this time.

  Or, judging by the way he came onto me, kissing me and instigating sex like it’s all he thinks about, it’s been on his mind a lot more than on mine.

  I’m not complaining. In fact, I can’t even think straight enough to wonder about what we’re doing and why. I’m lost in the sensation of his cock pumping in and out of me. His grunts and my moans fill the room in harmony to the slick sound of our sex and the slapping sound of him hammering into me.

  He’s stroking me in all the right places. His cock slides pasts my G-spot again and again, pushing me into a state of bliss. With his thumb, he’s working magic on my clit. The orgasm he’s building deep inside of me tightens my core. The pending ecstasy has my body jerking and spasming already.

  I’m aching for a release, lust overpowering me as Keagan plows
into me. All I can think about is that I want him to come inside of me. Some animalistic part of me wants him to claim me.

  He keeps it up on my clit, his thumb rocking back and forth in the little space he has between his pubic bone and mine. Keagan’s fingers are rough, despite a job that’s not physical, and the friction is driving me crazy.

  My breathing comes harder and faster, interrupted when I spasm a little and my breath hitches in my throat. I keep my eyes closed most of the time, getting lost in the bliss of our sex. When I open my eyes, Keagan’s blue eyes are on mine. He’s watching my face, and he has a look of satisfaction on his features.

  “You’re so hot,” he says. I can’t concentrate on formulating a response. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

  I nod. Keagan keeps at it, pushing into me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. Slowly, the orgasm builds. My muscles clench, my body goes numb in all the right places, and my skin is on fire. Keagan leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth, letting him enter me with his tongue again. He tastes like pure pleasure. He licks my lips with the tip of his tongue and plants featherlight kisses on my mouth.

  I moan. I want to orgasm. I need that release.

  Keagan removes his hand, and I look at him. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to push me over the edge so I can fall into the abyss. I want him to keep at it until I fall apart beneath.

  Keagan stops pounding and pulls slowly out of me. My pussy throbs. I want him back.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  I arch my back, slide my hands over my abdomen and down toward my hips. My body needs the release. My need is so bad it hurts.

  “Get on top of me,” Keagan commands and rolls off me, lying on his back next to me.

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I roll over and throw my leg over him, straddling him. I lean forward so my breasts are in his face, and he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. I lower my hips and press my pussy onto his shaft. He’s thick and long. I wiggle my hips so that he’s lying along my slit. I move up and down, rubbing my clit against him.