I climb out from the backseat of the cab and stare up at my childhood home. I can’t remember the last time I saw it as a haven. Actually, that’s not true. I do remember. It was right before I found my father dead on the living room couch. Everything changed that night. My whole world. It was such a critical time in my life, crossing the threshold from boy to man. My father gave me and my budding career everything he had. All his spare time. Early track runs, late night homework. He was my biggest fan, and I leaned on him for all spectrums of support. Coming home is such a fucking painful reminder. That’s part of the reason I fought Dev on moving back. He had a perfect life in New York, but he was adamant about coming back. Why the simple life is so appealing, I’ll never know. Not when there’s a whole world out there to see. To experience.
Kayla is the only thing that makes being in the house bearable. She’s the only thing that makes it a haven again. I feel my twelve-year-old self emerge, excited and happy to burst through the door. I don’t know where this relationship is going to lead, but I can tell you I’m committed to it until the end. It’s not conventional, orthodox, or even public, but it gives me a sense of home that I’ve lacked most of my adult life.
“Kayla?” I yell from the entryway, dropping my backpack next to the door. Everything looks the same, except it smells different. Like fresh flowers.
“Reese?” Kayla appears at the top of the stairs. She’s wearing a long white t-shirt and nothing else. “What are you doing here?” She flies down toward me. “I thought you weren’t getting in until late tonight?” She bounds into my arms, and my heart solidifies.
“I caught an earlier flight. I wanted to surprise you.”
“You did!” She kisses me enthusiastically, wrapping her legs around my waist in the middle of the foyer. Now, this is a welcome home of champions.
“I missed you, baby.” I walk straight up the stairs with Kayla glued to me.
“Me too.” She shoves her tongue down my throat. “So much.” She grinds on my cock, and I’m a dead man walking. After two months of being in a committed relationship with my hand, I’m fiending for some real pussy. Kayla’s pussy.
I toss her onto the bed, and she lands with a bounce.
“Fuck first,” I start.
“Make love second?” she finishes.
“Exactly.” It’s what I told her the other day. I’m so hard up I couldn’t be gentle even if I tried. She was open to the plan.
“Roll over. Show me that ass.”
Kayla’s cheeks flush a shade of red I’ve never seen before. Why suddenly insecure?
“C’mon, baby, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” I encourage her. She slowly rolls onto her stomach and lifts her tight, perky ass into the air. “Nice underwear,” I muse as I rip my jeans open, tickling her clit over the lace, the panties identical to the ones she sent me for my birthday.
The panties I’ve kept in my backpack ever since.
“Damn, baby.” I shove my pants down forcefully, my cock protruding like a steel sword, before hastily yanking Kayla’s shirt up and tearing the hot pink bikinis down her thighs. I pause right before I slam into her, my breathing heavy.
“What the fuck?” A little purple jewel is staring up from her taut little hole.
Kayla looks at me over her shoulder, the need evident in her flushed cheeks and glassy brown eyes.
“Dev,” is her simple answer.
That’s all she needs to say. I know my brother has one hell of a kinky side, and it looks like he got Kayla to embrace hers as well.
“You two have been busy while I was gone.” I raise an eyebrow.
“Just keeping ourselves entertained until you got back.” She wiggles her ass.
I’ll admit, I haven’t really indulged in kinky sex besides, you know, sharing a woman with my brother. I like to get straight to the point. I know what feels good, and I go after it. But seeing Kayla with that pretty little plug, eyeing me like a hungry lioness, I’m inclined to give it a chance.
I grip her hips, an overwhelming sexual charge taking hold.
“Do you want me, Kayla?”
I line the head of my thrumming cock up to her swollen, glistening pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” She pushes back, causing the tip of my erection to breach her soaked entrance.
“Shit!” That small amount of sensation sends me over the edge, and I ram into her, both of us crying out from the explosive connection.
I can barely stand it as I fall forward, bracketing her body with mine. I thrust continuously, irrationally, as I drown in an undertow of arousal. With every momentous stab of my cock, Kayla jerks forward, torturous grunts escaping from her throat.
“Kayla! Fuck, Kayla!” I spiral quickly as her pussy grips me like an opening and closing fist. My pelvis slapping the butt plug in a violent attack.
We fuck until we’re covered in sweat, and Kayla is scratching at the sheets. My cock swells in an angry fit as she moans incessantly, the sound a seductive pull.
“Reese!” She abruptly bucks, an unexpected flood of fluid soaking my cock. “Oh, fuck!” She comes under my driving force, the tightening of her inner walls and the smearing of her cum setting me off.
My groans vibrate off her back as I bite on her shirt and explode like a nuclear reactor.
We both pant insanely as I twist her face and swallow her sounds, my muscles stiffening like a board. I finally collapse onto the mattress pulling Kayla with me. She snuggles up in my arms, my world suddenly replete with fulfillment.
I listen to Kayla breathe as I run one finger through her long brown hair.
“You okay?” I ask, gazing up at the ceiling.
“You’re back. I’m perfect.” I feel her smile against my chest.
I glance down as she looks up. We both laugh. This woman is beyond bewitching.
“How long do I get you for again?” Kayla asks sweetly, a glaze of satisfaction in her stare.
“Four whole days,” I remind her.
“Oh, right. I was hoping the answer might have changed.” Her tone is playful, but her expression is contradictory. I run my thumb along her cheek. “This is hard,” she admits, her voice small.
“I know. But you have Dev to take care of you while I’m gone.”
“It’s not the same. He’s only one-half of what makes me whole. I need you as much as I need him.”
“You have me, baby. You have me in a way no one has ever had me. Since that moment in the hospital.”
“What moment?”
“When I told you to put your mouth on me and you kissed me. It felt like a chemical reaction. Something unexpectedly shifted. You owned me before I even realized it. Before I could even stop it.” I tilt her face up. “But I can’t stop being who I am. I race because it makes me feel alive, but you make me want to live, and that makes all the difference.”
“When did you become so poetic?” Kayla tries to hide her flattered expression.
“When I met a woman who gave the word love a definition,” I reiterate. Because it’s the truest of truths. Love was on the same meaningless level as fuck until Kayla.
“Your sentimental side is turning me on.” She crawls on top of me.
“I did promise love after fuck.” I run my hands up her thighs.
“How about we translate those words into action?” She leans over and kisses me. A white-hot, jaw-stretching embrace. I drive my tongue into her mouth as our hips surge, the friction of her wet folds re-hardening my cock.
“Take this fucking shirt off already before I tear it in two.”
Kayla, slowly, teasingly, sheds the shirt from her body.
“Much better.” I slip myself inside her, idolizing her perfect, naked form. I sit up, massaging both breasts, torturing each nipple as she drops her head back and rocks her hips. I lick and nip and pull with my teeth until she’s moaning. Until I’m hard as fuck and we’re grinding slowly. I relish every second I’m inside her. Her soft sighs my kryptonite. I reach around and press on the plug while she rides me.
“That’s it, baby.” We rock together, gradually and deeply, Kayla encircled tightly in my arms. “I want to feel all your love.”