“And you’re not mad?” I ask. Keeping up the act is pointless.
My mom laughs. “Honey, who you fall in love with is hardly your choice. And you’re not related, anyway.”
“But it’s taboo,” I say. I expect her to freak out, but she’s nice about it, and it’s unhinging me.
“Yes, yes, taboo. Some people think it’s wrong. But you know me. I’m open to anything. Besides, like I said, you can’t choose.”
I shake my head. “It’s not love, though.” Right? I suddenly don’t know. But it can’t be. I mean, I love him. I grew up with him. But being in love and loving someone amicably isn’t the same thing.
But friends don’t fuck each other.
I swallow hard.
“I doubt Chris will be as open about it,” I say.
Chris is letting my mom live out her dream by helping her with the studio, but he’s a hands-on, black-and-white kind of guy most of the time. He’s not exactly open to new things, never mind bizarre things.
My mom sighs and shakes her head. “Sweetie, if you want to do something, you must go ahead and do it. I know you want your parents’ approval, but it’s your choice. If this really gets serious, then we can worry about telling him.”
I nod. She’s right. I don’t even know if it’s serious yet.
I can’t believe she knows. I can’t believe she figured it out. But my mom is a free-spirited person, and I’ve always been able to tell her things without her freaking out. It’s the one reason we’re still so close.
All my friends have had fights with their mothers. They don’t get along, or they keep secrets from them. I’ve never had that with my mom.
It had been just the two of us for a long time, and after she found Chris, we had stayed close, despite my fears that she would turn away from me.
Now that she knows, it feels good. It feels good to have spoken about it to someone, even if I didn’t go into detail. Which I didn’t think I ever would.
“So, how serious is it?” she asks me.
I shrug.
“I mean, is it just sex or are you going to make it official?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know where we stand yet. I know we’re not going to be official, and there’s no way we’re going public, what with his career and everything.”
My mom nods. “It will be easier to figure out if it’s just the two of you for now. To understand where you stand without the pressures from the public.”
I nod. It’s sound advice. I can’t believe she’s so open about it, and she’s not lecturing me about how wrong it is. Of course, my mom never thinks something is wrong. At worst, she believes that it’s just the wrong time. I’ve never been as open-minded and easy about life as she is, but I understand her, and her approach this time helps me.
After a while, my mom leaves. She’s satisfied, knowing that I’m okay, and she wanted to get back to Chris.
I open one of my boxes and find a sketch pad. I haven’t sketched in a while, and it feels good to do my own thing again.
Keagan comes home just after five.
“You’ll never guess what happened,” I say.
When he looks at me, I tell him about the visit from my mom and what she figured out. He’s shocked, but I shake my head.
“She doesn’t care,” I say. “She’s not angry or anything. In fact, I think she’s all for it.”
Keagan frowns. “That’s weird,” he says.
I nod. It is weird, all things considered.
“I’ve wanted to ask,” I say. “Can I use your bath tub?”
Keagan blinks. “You don’t have to ask. This is your home, too.”
I smile and thank him. The bath tub is in his bathroom, and I didn’t want to intrude. I close the door and get the hot water running. The bath is large and oval, and it takes a while to fill up.
When it’s full, I undress and get in the water. I sit in the bath, and it covers me almost up to my shoulders. It’s the epitome of luxury.
I close my eyes and lean my head back.
The bathroom door opens, and Keagan walks in. I feel slightly exposed. His eyes are on my body, filled with hunger and arousal. Seeing that look in his gaze takes away any embarrassment. I watch him as he walks toward me and sits on the edge of the bath.
He drags his fingers through the water, until his fingertips graze my shoulder. He squeezes my shoulder once before he slides his hand into the water and cups my breast. My nipples tighten immediately and Keagan smiles. I let him fondle me. My pussy gets hot in the water, hotter than the bath already is, and I feel myself getting wet, even though I’m submerged.
Keagan slips from the edge of the bath so he’s kneeling on the floor. His other hand joins me in the water, and he traces my body down, over my abdomen. He pushes his hand between my legs without ceremony, and his fingers slip into my slit.
I close my eyes and tip my head back. He circles my clit a few times before pushing his fingers deep inside me. My body is on fire, begging for attention again. Keagan pushes his fingers in and out of me, finger fucking me. I’m balanced between his hand on my breast and his hand on my pussy. My breathing becomes erratic and shallow, and my desire overtakes me.
Chapter 9
Keagan
I only play with her for a short while before I can’t fucking stand it any longer.
Her breathing is fast, her chest rising and falling in the water. Her tits are perfect, her nipples dark and erect, and I just want to suck on them. But I have other things in mind. I’ll taste her later.
I let her go, and her eyes shoot open, a protest on her lips. She doesn’t form the words. Instead, she watches as I strip off my clothes, dropping them in a pile on floor.
When I’m naked, I climb into the hot water with her. I’m hard and throbbing. Her eyes are on my cock. She’s horny as fuck at the sight of it. It’s plain in her dark blue eyes.
Once I’m in the water, she sits up, moving toward me. She touches me, her fingers grazing the skin on my cock, and I gasp. Her touch is electric. She kisses me, and she tastes like hot water and lust. I want her so fucking bad. I want to be buried inside her. I want her body pressed up against mine.
I don’t have to fantasize about it for very long. She shifts onto my lap. The tub is large enough for her to straddle me, and she puts her legs around my hips. I hold myself up for her, and she moves onto me, sliding down on my cock.
I press into her. She gasps as I slide home, and her walls squeeze my cock so fucking tight. She feels tighter than yesterday, but I know when I’m this aroused, I tend to be pretty fucking huge.
“God, Keagan,” she breathes, and I’m sure that my name on her lips is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. “You feel so good.”
I can say the same for her, but I don’t get a chance to verbalize it before she starts moving back and forth, sliding herself up and down my shaft.
Sex in the bath is a different sensation. The water laps around us, rippling as she rides me. Being submerged in water makes it a sensory playground, with the heat touching my skin everywhere up to my chest.
Her tits just touch the water when she sits on my lap. Her hardened nipples press against my collarbone. I dip my head, taking one into my mouth, and then the other. She rides me harder, and the water starts sloshing back and forth, like a jacuzzi created through our fucking.
She seems more carefree than when we did it before. Dana gives herself over to the sensations, bouncing up and down on my cock, riding me for all she’s worth. The feeling is intense almost right away. It’s going to a take a lot of concentration to hold out tonight.
I don’t mind. I like being tested. I continue sucking her nipples, and she groans, tipping her head back, bathed in pleasure.
After a while, I need a change. If we carry on like this, I’m going to finish before we even get properly started. I want to spend hell of a lot more time exploring her body.
“I want to fuck you from behind,” I say, and my voice sounds throaty.
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br /> She stops and looks at me with smoldering eyes. Her pupils are dilated, and her eagerness is plain on her face.
She climbs carefully off me and turns, leaning on the edge of the tub. She looks over her shoulder at me, and she’s sexy as fuck. She wiggles her ass, inviting me. A smile plays over her lips.
She’s fucking hot, and she knows it. She knows that she turns me on. I wonder if I’m really the one in control, after all.
I kneel behind her and position myself. I rub my head over her ass, holding my cock at the base. She has a perfect ass, round and beautiful, and it’s pure pleasure to be able to claim her the way I am now.
I find her entrance with my other hand and guide my cock to her pussy. With one hand on her back and the other still at the base of my cock, I slide into her. She moans, and her ass cheeks rest against my hips.
It’s enough to make we want to come so fucking hard right away, but I restrain myself. I want her hard and fast. I want her every way I can get it.
I start nailing her from behind and pound into her. Dana braces herself against the edge of the tub, and she cries out freely, making noises that are purely sexual in nature. She’s a lot louder than she was before.
I lose myself in fucking her. Her body pulls me in deeper, and her ass cushions my onslaughts. My balls slap against her pussy, and I know she can feel it. She pushes her knees wider. I wonder if I’m grazing her clit when I pump into her and my balls slap her again and again.
My hands are on her hips, and I run one up her spine and back down. Her back is stunning. Her flawless skin and muscles are feminine but present, rippling under her skin as she grinds my cock and presses back against me.
I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. I don’t want to come yet, but I don’t want to stop, either. I want to keep pushing until I can barely stand it anymore.
I pump harder and harder, fucking her as hard as I’ve fantasized about, taking my lust out on her. She cries out, her moans getting louder and louder. I hold onto her hips to keep her steady.
“God, Dana,” I bite out. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a long time. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about tearing your pussy apart like this.”
She moans when I talk dirty to her, and I smile. She looks innocent when you don’t know her better, but she’s fucking wild, and I feel like this is just the tip of the iceberg.
I keep fucking her, slamming into her. She’s dipping lower and lower, hanging over the edge of the tub, splaying herself open for me to see her most secret parts. She’s not just limp, letting me pound her, though. She moves her hips, pushing her ass up against me to meet every stroke. After a moment, I realize her hands are on her own breasts. She’s massaging her tits, tugging at her nipples and moaning, giving herself pleasure while I’m doing the same.
The thought of her taking control of her own pleasure like that just makes me that much hotter. I close my eyes and focus on the feel of her. Her walls clench my shaft, and her slick pussy slides over me again and again. I slap her ass, just hard enough for it to make a sound but not to hurt. She yelps, and it’s sexy as hell. I do it again, twice more, before I massage her ass and squeeze it instead.
This has to be my favorite position with her. We haven’t nearly explored enough of them. Although, we’ll get there if I can help it. But so far, this is the one that I’ve thought about the most. With Dana helpless and at my mercy, her ass exposed, her pussy clenching, and her lips crying my name. This is exactly what I want.
I slow down my pace a little to catch my breath and give her a moment. She pushes herself up so that she’s standing on her knees, her back against my chest. I reach around and massage her breasts.
I take her hand and put it on one of her breasts, encouraging her to keep touching herself. With my other hand, I slide down her body, and my fingers find her clit. I rub it, listening to her breath hitch in her throat, listening to her eagerness, and getting more and more aroused by it. I love having her at my fingertips, able to control how far she goes, whether she goes all the way.
When I’m about done resting, I put my hand on her back and push her forward again, one hand on her hip so her ass sticks out again.
“I’m not done fucking you, yet,” I say, and her breath hitches. I smile. She loves dirty talk. I think I’ll do it more often. “
What do you want?” I ask. I slowly slide out of her and tease her, pumping only the head in and out of her. She gasps, her moans sounding like complaints.
“Tell me what you want, Dana,” I say again in a low voice. I want her to beg for it. I want her to want me as much as I want her. Judging by how wet she is, she does. Her sex is slick on my shaft. I want to hear her say it.
“I want you to fuck me, Keagan,” she says.
“I’m sorry?”
“Fuck me, Keagan!”
She’s desperate. I feel the same, but I needed to hear her say it. Her pleas are all I need. I slam into her, and she cries out. I start fucking her hard, mercilessly pounding into her. She collapses over the bath tub, unable to hold herself up under my onslaught, and I hammer into her, again and again. She moans and gasps, and her ass undulates with my every stroke, so that she’s a jiggling, sexy mess.
I’m getting closer and closer. Pausing helped, but if I keep it up, I’m going to come, and then it’s all over. I don’t want that. I don’t want to come before she does. She’s the most beautiful thing when she’s caught up in an orgasm, and I want to see it. I want to feel it on my cock, the way her body contracts and her pussy clamps down on me, milking me.
I stop pounding into her and slowly slide out. She gasps, but when I’m free of her, she looks over her shoulder.
“Don’t stop now,” she says in a husky voice.
Her protests are hot. She lifts herself up again so her back is against my chest once more, and I turn her head, kissing her.
“Sit on the edge of the tub,” I say against her lips.
“What?”
“Sit on the edge of the tub, facing me.”
She shivers. The water is starting to run cold. I reach for the hot tap and let it run until the steam rises around us and the water is hot again. Dana does as I ask. She sits on the edge of tub.
She’s a sight to behold, her body tight and delicious, her nipples erect, her tits so fucking beautiful. I run my hand through her hair and run my thumb along her bottom lip. She dips her head and takes my thumb into her mouth, sucking on it. Her eyes are on me. Her mouth is hot, and she sucks me the way she sucked my cock. It makes me twitch with desire.
I commit this image to memory, her body naked and on display for me, my thumb in her mouth, and her eyes large and full of lust. If I ever need to fantasize about her again, instead of having her all to myself, this is a memory I would visit again and again.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say, and her lips curl into a smile around my thumb.
Chapter 10
Dana
I’m balanced on the edge of the tub with Keagan’s thumb in my mouth, and I’m ready for him to take me again. I don’t know what he has in mind, but whatever he asks, I want to do it. Sex with him is better than anything I’ve had before, and it’s not just because of the thrill and the secrecy anymore. He’s good in bed, period.
He moves his mouth when his eyes are on my lips and his finger I’m sucking, and I know he’s got dirty images in his mind. He’s been talking dirty to me, and even though the idea of being filthy with someone has always put me off, I love it with Keagan. I want him to keep doing it.
He brings out a side of me I never knew I had.
Keagan kneels before me and spreads my legs with his hands. He runs them along my thighs, moving toward my pussy. I tip my head back and moan in anticipation. I want him to touch me. His hands move around my hips and onto my ass, and he squeezes my cheeks. He’s got a fascination with my ass, and I take it as a compliment.
His mouth closes over my pussy, and I gasp. I don’t know what I was ex
pecting, but the exhilaration is out of this world. I push my hand into his hair, balancing myself with the other hand, and guide him. Although, he doesn’t need guidance.
His tongue flicks over my clit several times, before he licks a trail to my entrance and dips his tongue inside me. He returns to my clit, and I can barely contain myself. I twitch and jerk on the edge of the tub. I’m not close to an orgasm yet, but I’m heading there.
Keagan moves one hand from my ass to my pussy, joining his tongue. He pushes two fingers into me without ceremony, and I cry out. It’s not the same as his cock. Not even close. But the pleasure is just as real.
He curls his finger in a beckoning motion, stroking my G-spot dead on. I gasp and hunch forward. I press his head against me, his lips against my pussy. Then I buck my hips as much as my position allows, fucking his face.
He hums against my clit, and the vibrations travel into my sex. It’s pure pleasure, and I gasp and moan. He carries on, fucking me with his fingers, alternating pumping them in and out of my body with the curling against my G-spot. With his mouth, he licks and sucks on my clit, alternating that, too, until I’m overwhelmed by the sensations, unable to focus on anything but the ecstasy wrapping itself around me.
Keagan keeps me on the edge, refusing me my orgasm every time he changes position. It keeps building, and every time I think I’m getting my release, he changes it again, making me desperate.
I have both hands in his hair now, sure he will keep me from falling. I’m trying to get him to keep doing the same thing long enough to let me orgasm.
“Keagan, please,” I cry out. “Just let me come. Don’t keep me like this.”
I know I’m begging, and I don’t care.
He gives me what I want. He keeps doing one thing for long enough, sucking my clit and pumping his fingers into me. The feelings move me past the point of no return, and I finally orgasm.
It shatters through me, and I cry out. White light washes through my body, and I can’t think of anything other than the pleasure pulsing through me. My body curls forward, and my legs close, pinning his head between my thighs. He carries on licking me relentlessly, and the orgasm draws out. I’m crying out and shuddering from the pleasure wave consuming me.
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