The Change Up

by Quinn, Meghan

  I watch as she stares, as she sets her cup down, and as she starts to move toward me. Still in my briefs, not revealing anything, she reaches to where my hand is and says, “Let go.”

  I remove my hand, my breath heavy with anticipation as I await her next move. I don’t know what it’s going to be, but I have a feeling from the lust in her eyes I’m going to like it no matter what.

  Her hands fall to my hips and slip under the waistband of my boxer briefs. She slides them down over the globe of my ass as she steps closer, my erection pressing against her. She glides her fingers inward, further and further until they press along my crack.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out husky and turned on.

  “Spread your legs for me.”

  I do as she says, and that’s when she slides her hand all the way down until she reaches a spot that has never been touched before.

  Instead of shying away, I relax and let her tease me. With her first pass, she glances up at me, but I don’t flinch. I blow out a much-needed breath and relax. Her eyes sharpen with passion as she passes again.

  When I don’t tell her to move away, she spreads me with one hand and then circles me with her finger and then gently tips in and out. I hiss out a response as I feel myself grow even more. With no lube, she doesn’t do much, just teases me.

  “Do you like that?”

  “A lot,” I answer, open about everything sexual.

  “No one has let me touch them here, but I’ve always wanted to.”

  “Do whatever the fuck you want to my body, Kin. As long as it’s you, I don’t care what happens.”

  She bites down on her lower lip, excitement brimming in her eyes. “You would let me do anything?”

  “Why the fuck not? I trust you.”

  Stepping away, she looks wild as she says, “Lie down, I’ll be right back.”

  “On the tile?”

  “Yup.”

  As she starts to walk away, I call out, “You don’t have to do anything, Kin. I can take care of my dick in the shower. I don’t want you to feel like I pressured you.”

  She looks over her shoulder with a smile as she retreats to the bedroom. “Trust me, if I thought you were pressuring me, I’d let you know. I’m good with anticipation but also having fun in the meantime.”

  Hell . . . me too.

  I lie down on the tile, not adjusting one damn thing, but wait for my girl instead.

  I hear a buzzing sound before I see her come into view, but when she passes by the counter, holding a very thin vibrator and lube, I have a feeling my morning is about to get a whole hell of a lot better.

  Still fully clothed, she kneels to the side of me and says, “I am going to have so much fun watching you come, right here on the kitchen floor.”

  Jesus Christ, when I thought about sex with Kinsley, I never considered her coming at me with a vibrator and lube, but hell am I happy about it.

  I’m adventurous in bed, I’ll do pretty much anything, but I’ve never found someone who wants to explore with me. I’ve done a few things here and there, but nothing that tapped into my unconventional, adventurous spirit. Until my girl, Kinsley.

  She sets the vibrator and the lube down and then grips my boxer briefs, pulling them all the way off my body, causing my cock to spring up toward my stomach. It’s the first time she’s seeing my cock and I watch as she takes me in. Her eyes widen briefly before they become heady and full of desire.

  Gingerly she reaches out and grips the top of my cock, her thumb rubbing over the tip.

  “Reverse Prince Albert piercing,” she says on an almost sigh, like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen. “God, I think I just came seeing this.” Her thumb rubs over the piercing, her gaze intense as she licks her lips. She glances up at me. “This is really fucking hot, Maddox.”

  “It’s hotter when it’s inside of you.”

  She swallows what seems like a giant lump of need, takes a deep breath, and her legs clench together. My girl is turned on, just from the sight of my cock. If that doesn’t swell my chest with pride, I don’t know what does.

  After clearing her throat, she removes her hand and says, “Spread your legs.” I do as she says and she climbs between me while lubing up the vibrator. When she’s done, she looks down at me and says, “Don’t touch a damn thing on your body, do you understand? Hands behind your head at all times.”

  I nod, my cock twitching between us. “Hands behind my head. Got it.”

  She lowers the vibrator and pushes against my ass. “Breathe and relax.” She reaches out and strokes the tip of my penis, causing me to relax right away as she slips the vibrator inside. It feels fucking weird at first and then she switches on the vibrator and . . .

  Holy.

  Mother.

  Fucker.

  “Ahhh, fucking hell.” I squeeze my eyes shut as vibrations hit this one spot I’ve never felt before.

  I glance down to see Kinsley staring at my dick, so turned on that I glance to see what she’s looking at as well. My cock is jutting upward, strained. The veins in the length pop, the tip of my cock wet with pre-cum.

  “How does that feel?” she asks.

  “So . . . fucking . . . good,” I say in between short breaths.

  Fuck, it feels amazing. My entire body thrums, and she’s not even touching my cock. She keeps one hand on the vibrator, the other one on my thigh. I wish she was naked, I wish she didn’t have to go to work or that I have to go to the ball field today. I wish we could spend endless hours together, in bed, holding each other, hell, going on a date.

  But this is what we get right now—a quick release of lust before she has to take off for work.

  “Your body is amazing,” she whispers. “Hard, sculpted, thick with muscle, the kind of muscle you only see in magazines, never in person.” Her voice is soft, enticing. “Your legs are powerful, feeling them twitch under my hand is exquisite.” Her thumb rubs over my inner thigh and I feel my cock grow even harder. “And your dick, God, Maddox. Not only is it huge . . .” She starts to move the vibrator, stroking something inside of me that shoots my upper half off the ground—

  “Holy shit.” She eyes me and stops. Realizing my mistake, I lie back down and put my hands behind my head. She begins stroking again and I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping the back of my neck so tight that I feel like I’m going to pop my head off. Fuck, what is she doing? How does she know to do that? “I can’t feel my goddamn legs.”

  “Not only is your cock huge, but the head is perfect. All I want is to take you into my mouth, swirl your piercing with my tongue, and suck on the tip until you come from head stimulation and nothing else.”

  “Shit, Kinsley,” I breathe. I feel like I’m losing all control of my body. With every stroke, it feels like she’s melting my spine, one vertebra at a time. She’s not touching my cock, but it feels like she is, but better.

  She stops the movement, pulls the vibrator out a little so I feel at a loss internally. Her thumb grazes my balls as she switches off the vibrator. My cock dips and bobs between us, my chest rises and falls with need as pre-cum drips down my length.

  “How close are you, Maddox?”

  “I don’t . . .” I swallow. “I don’t even know. I can barely feel anything besides the pressure in my cock, in my balls.”

  She takes my balls in her hand and massages them, running her thumb along the underside until she hits my perineum.

  “Oh fuck,” I shout just as she turns the vibrator on and moves it up again. This time moving it around in circles.

  Stars shoot through my eyes. Everything turns into a blur of dark. My chest heaves off the ground as the build up at the base of my spine spirals out of control. My cock swells to the point of delicious pain, until I explode with euphoric pleasure.

  “Motherfucker,” I scream, feeling the strain in my neck, the sharp contraction of my thighs against her touch, the pull and tug that wars between my body as the most explosive orgasm of my life ricochets thr
ough my body.

  I come up my stomach, my balls tightening and releasing while spurt after spurt falls across my skin.

  My breath takes over as she turns off the vibrator and releases it from me, only to turn it back on and rub it over my balls, and up and down my dick, pulling every last drop from me until my hand drapes over my eyes. I feel like I can’t move.

  That’s where I stay as I hear her move around me. The faucet turns on and off and I feel her kneel next to me where she lowers her mouth to mine, surprising me with her lips. A warm cloth glides along my stomach, cleaning me up. It’s soothing, the warm towel combined with her gentle mouth, the type of aftercare I’ve delivered before, but never received.

  When she pulls away, she presses her hand to my chest and says, “I have to get to work. What time do you get done tonight?”

  I groan, really hating life right now. “Late.”

  “I’ll wait up.” She presses another kiss to my lips. “Later, Maddie.”

  She stands so casually, as if she didn’t just blow my mind. “Kinsley.” I sit up as she looks down at me.

  “Hmm?” she asks, her eyes lazy. And holy shit. My girl looks like she’s in ecstasy, as if I just treated her to the orgasm of her life.

  “Come sit on my face.”

  With a wink she says, “You’re not going to get that lucky today. Have a good day.”

  She collects Herman and walks out the door, leaving me naked and alone with the vibrator and lube, completely spent, and wondering how the hell I’m ever going to return the favor. Because, Jesus. Fuck. Never in my life . . . God. I had no idea my Kinsley could so something so fucking sexy. So fucking hot. I will repay that favor. Again and again and again.

  * * *

  I’ve never raced home as fast as I did tonight.

  Cory and Jason were even making fun of me because I was a maniac in the locker room, showering and drying off, slipping on my clothes, and then rushing out the door.

  I want to get home to my girl. After what happened on the kitchen floor this morning, I don’t want any time wasted.

  When we were getting ready for the game, I asked Linc if he had ever had a vibrator shoved up his ass and he said no. When I told him what Kinsley did to me this morning, he was shocked at first, but then green with jealousy. He asked how it felt, if I came hard, if it was weird. I basically told him the only thing better than that orgasm was if Kinsley was on top of me. I have never felt pleasure like that before. It’s as if she got inside my bones and rattled them to the very core.

  And she didn’t even fucking touch my cock. It grew on its own. It strained on its own. It searched for more and more until I couldn’t take the pressure building in my balls, in my tailbone, and I exploded. Fuck, I can still feel the pleasure rippling through me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

  Itchy to hold her in my arms again, I open the door to the apartment and find Kinsley on the couch with Herman resting on her leg. She’s reading a book and looks adorable in her little pink shorts and matching bedtime top.

  When she looks up, a huge smile crosses her face. She sets her book down and runs up to me. She leaps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist.

  “You’re home.” She kisses me gently, slowly despite her fast approach. Her lips seal over mine, sucking, gliding. Her mouth parts, her tongue searches out mine, and I move against the door, leaning for support as her tongue caresses mine. When she breaks our connection, she smiles brightly and says, “You came home faster than I expected.”

  I grip her ass and give it a squeeze. “Sprinted out of the locker room.”

  She winces and curls into me a little tighter. “Well, maybe you can just hold me tonight?”

  “Are you okay?” I ask, walking her over to the couch.

  When we sit down, she stays on my lap and rests her head on my shoulder. “Yeah, got my period today.” She glances up at me. “Sorry, closed for business and not feeling too great.”

  “Oh shit, do you need anything?” I ask, not really sure what to do in this moment. Jamie never let me know when she had her period. I didn’t have a sister or a mom growing up, so my knowledge about a female menstrual cycle is derived from movies and TV shows.

  So, as you can imagine, not much.

  “Just rub my back and hold me.”

  “You don’t need any pickles or anything?”

  “What?” She chuckles, looking up at me. “I think that’s for pregnant ladies. For periods, it’s usually chocolate.”

  “Oh, yeah.” I laugh. “Should I get you some chocolate?”

  “No.” She shakes her head. “Just hold me.”

  I nod against her head, press a light kiss to her temple, and hold her close. “You give me the greatest fucking climax of my life and leave me, naked and spent on the kitchen floor, with thoughts on how I can reciprocate, only to end up with getting your period. How is that fair?”

  “My uterus is a nasty wench,” she replies and then reaches out to the side. “I picked up your mail for you while you were gone. This was in there.” She waves a navy-blue envelope at me before sitting up. “It’s from your brother.”

  I still.

  I glance at the envelope and immediately feel a cold sweat break out on the nape of my neck. I know exactly what that is and want nothing to do with it.

  I take the envelope from her and toss it on the coffee table, not caring to open it.

  “Maddox, that’s clearly a wedding invitation.”

  “Yeah, I know.” I try to bring her back down to my chest, but she stiff-arms me and leans to grab the envelope.

  “Why aren’t you opening it? And why didn’t you tell me your brother was getting married?”

  “We don’t talk. There’s nothing to say. I’m not involved in his life, he’s not involved in mine.”

  “What do you mean?” Kinsley asks, sitting taller now, but still slouched over. I can tell she’s in pain, but she’s also trying to get to the bottom of something she shouldn’t. Stubborn girl. “You’re his brother, you should always be involved in each other’s lives.”

  “Well, we’re not, okay?”

  “Maddox—”

  “Drop it, Kinsley,” I say with a stern tone. Her eyes widen in shock and I rub my palm over her leg. “Just drop it, okay?”

  I watch as her eyes search mine, as her mind runs a mile a minute, weighing the pros and cons. Kinsley never just lets something go, especially when she feels like she needs to dig in and make it her personal project to make things better. I can see her going that way with this and I need to put an end to it before it even begins.

  “I’m serious, Kinsley, let it go.”

  Her hand plays with the collar of my shirt as she looks away. She bites down on the corner of her lip and she takes a deep breath before asking, “How long has this been going on?”

  “Long enough to not try to repair it at this point.”

  “If he’s sending you a wedding invitation, doesn’t that mean he’s trying to make amends?”

  “Obligation probably,” I answer. “That or he doesn’t want to be alone on his wedding day, so he’s inviting the last piece of family he has.”

  “Which is probably what he’s doing. I wouldn’t want to get married without family. You lost your parents, so he probably wants you by his side.”

  “Kinsley.” I take a deep breath and force her to look me in the eyes. “Drop it. Do you understand? This is not something we are talking about, ever.”

  “But—”

  I set her to the side and stand abruptly. Rage starting to spike deep within me. Why can’t she just fucking listen to me?

  I grab the envelope and make my way to the bedroom where I stuff the invite in my nightstand and then sit on the bed. Hands in my hair, I try to calm my racing heart. Christ. The last thing I want right now is to face the mess that is my relationship with my brother. Not after what he did to me. There’s no coming back from that. I’ve put him behind me, and the fact that he’s even reach
ing out now is a slap to the face, especially after I told him to never contact me again.

  “Maddox, talk to me.” Kinsley is at the doorway, looking nervous but also not backing down. It’s never fucking easy with her when it comes to feelings. She always forces me to talk. It’s been like that since we’re kids, and I’ve always given in.

  Not this time.

  Head tilted, I keep my hand in my hair when I say, “You’re a fixer, you’re pushy, I get that, Kinsley, but this feud with my brother, it’s not yours to touch. It’s not yours to fix, and I need you to understand that.”

  “I do, but I also—”

  “You’re not getting it,” I shout and stand at the same time. “There is no discussion. There are no buts. I’m asking you to let this go. You should respect me enough to do that. I’ve handled everything you’ve thrown my way since you’ve moved in here—all the changes, all the interruptions in my day-to-day routine—so I’m asking you to let this go. You might think you know what’s best for me, and at times, you probably do, but this is not one of those times.”

  She twists her hands together in front of her, looking meek and sorry all at the same time. Her slouched shoulders and defeated posture touches my wall of anger.

  “Do you understand?” I ask, keeping firm with my voice.

  She nods. “I understand.”

  “You’re going to drop it?”

  She glances up, her eyes watery. “If that’s what you want. Then, yes, I’ll drop it.”

  “Thank you.” I hold out my hand, and she slowly walks over to me. When our hands connect, I pull her down on the bed with me and roll her to her back where I prop myself up so I can stare at her. I place my hand on her stomach and hold it firmly in place. “Thank you,” I repeat.

  She nods, her eyes sad, and I know some of the emotions are due to her period. At least that’s what I’m hoping. “Will you tell me one day, when you’re ready?” she asks.

  I smooth her hair behind her ear, unsure of how to say no. I don’t want to insult her. This has nothing to do with her, but more to do with not wanting to talk about the situation.