Dana
I’m on all fours on the bed, putting myself on display for Keagan. His eyes are on me, and I can imagine the look on his face without looking over my shoulder to confirm it.
His face will be riddled with lust, already devouring me with his eyes. I stay like this, letting him look at me, letting him build up his desire for me until it’s unbearable.
I like it when he looks at me like that. It makes me feel sexy. It makes me feel like I have power over him, rendering him useless until he gets what he needs.
Sex is a game of give and take. So far, we’ve been sticking to the rules and playing fairly. Keagan seems to like control, to like it rough. I want to see that side of him.
When he tells me what to do, I listen. When he asks for my body, I give it to him. And when he takes what he wants, I show him that I like it by moaning louder and gasping. Men are instinct driven, and sounds push them forward.
I don’t have to try very hard to make those sounds, either. Keagan works magic with his hands. And his tongue. And his cock.
The anticipation is driving me crazy. My skin tingles with my eagerness for his touch. My core tightens. My body is ready for what he wants to do to me. I take a deep breath and blow it out with a shudder. I try to picture us. Me on my hands and knees, ready for him. Keagan behind me, with his cock hard, his eyes drinking in my naked body.
It’s hot as hell.
Keagan shifts on the bed. The mattress dips as he moves and puts his hands on my hips. I love it when he does this, when he guides me where he needs me. I know he’s positioning himself, lining himself up to plunge into me. I want it. My body yearns for it.
I thought he was angry or disappointed with me when we came home. He was sulky and sullen and barely speaking to me. Keagan in a bad mood isn’t pretty, and I’ve known it for as long as I’ve known him.
But it turns out, he’s over his little fit. He might have slept it off. Maybe he’s restored his own ego. Whatever it is, he’s here now. He wants me, too.
When his cock pushes against my entrance, I hold my breath. I shiver and wait for him to slide into me. His cock pushes my walls apart, making a way for itself until he’s buried to the hilt. He’s large, filling me up. I move my hips, relishing the feel of him.
He’s hard and smooth, all at the same time. I shudder. The feeling of his cock inside of me is pure bliss. I gasp when he pulls out again, almost all the way, then shoves himself back inside me.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks into the dark.
I nod. He knows it is. I don’t have to answer him. Whatever happens between us when we’re not fucking, whatever we disagree about or feel for each other, it all falls away when our clothes come off. I like that we are just ourselves, that the only things that matter are bliss and pleasure and ecstasy.
He starts fucking me, harder and faster. His cock drives in and out of me. I tip my head back and moan. He’s going deeper and deeper. My body rocks back and forth, and my breasts swing freely. His balls slap against my pussy, and I jerk now and then when he nails my clit. The sensation is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. I moan and cry out and let the sensations sweep me away.
“Fuck, Dana,” Keagan says with a grunt. “I love your pussy.”
His words are dirty, and I love them.
“I love your cock,” I reply, but the words leave in bursts of air, in time with his fucking. “I love it when you fuck me like this.”
Keagan groans when I talk dirty back to him, saying the same kind of things. There’s something about talking dirty that heightens everything. For a while, all I hear is our moans, my cries, his balls slapping my pussy, and the squelching that comes with sex.
The room smells like sex, too, a mixture of my arousal and his masculine scent. And I love it. Keagan reaches around my hips and finds my clit with his fingers. He rubs it roughly. The sensation, although crude, creates more pleasure. An orgasm starts building at my core. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to spontaneously combust.
My arms start giving out. My body goes numb when I get closer and closer. I lay myself down so that my chest is on the bed. My body slopes up to my ass, still in the air.
Keagan lets go of my clit all too soon and leans forward, his hips pumping relentlessly. He touches my cheek with his hand, and his fingers graze my lips. I turn my head and take a finger into my mouth, sucking while he hammers into me from behind. He groans. The finger in my mouth is erotic. The more parts of my body he engages, the more I enjoy it. When he uses me for his pleasure, it gives me pleasure, too.
He doesn’t keep this up for every long, either. It’s like he’s searching for something that will tickle his fancy, something that will push him over the edge. He can keep searching. The sex is great, and whatever he does, it pushes me further to the edge.
Keagan’s hand slides over my hair. He pushes his hand into my hair and closes his fist, grabbing a handful of hair. When he pulls, it doesn’t hurt. He’s got enough hair in his fist. He tips my head back without me being able to stop it.
With my head back, I’m forced to arch my back and stick my ass out farther. My body is pulled into position, and Keagan uses my hair as leverage to fuck me harder and harder until I’m crying out.
I can’t lie down anymore, my body back in the proper doggy style position. He runs his other hand over my back, my ribs, my hips, caressing me. His name and other words tumble out of my mouth. I like it rough. I’ve never had it rough before, and Keagan is showing me what it can be like. He’s taking what he wants. I want him to take more.
Keagan seems to know what I want. He pounds into me harder and harder. I arch my back as far as I can, his grip on my hair tight and unrelenting. I close my eyes and let the wave of ecstasy consume me.
When he’s had enough, he lets got of my hair. I lean forward, gasping. He pulls out, and I feel his absence acutely. He runs his hands over my hips before he grips me. He flips me over, and I land on the springy mattress, rolling over so that I’m on my back.
Keagan’s face is tight with concentration. He looks serious. Keagan takes my legs, hands on my shins, and he holds them together. He puts them up against his chest and over one shoulder. I’m pressed against him.
I look at him, breathing hard. There is hunger in his eyes and something primal. My ass is lifted off the mattress enough for him to reach me, and he guides himself with his hand, pushing into me.
I groan and feel him plunge deeper than before.
He pumps in and out of me slowly a few times. It’s for my benefit, I’m sure. So I can get used to him. Then he picks up his pace. He goes in so deep it almost hurts, but it’s a good pain, and I clench my jaw and cry out.
My moans erupt in the rhythm Keagan has adopted. He pounds into me hard and fast, holding onto my legs, keeping me there. I splay my arms to the sides to steady myself on the bed. My breasts jiggle, and my breathing is fast and shallow.
Keagan is moaning and groaning, too. His lips are parted, and his eyes are on me, sliding over my body, taking in the sight of me, naked, legs up in the air. I close my eyes and give myself over. I focus on his cock, stroking over my G-spot. My orgasm builds again. Keagan has a way of postponing my orgasms, drawing them out, building them bigger and bigger, until they shatter me when they finally happen.
It drives me crazy every time with lust and desperation, but the orgasms are so intense, I don’t want him to do it any differently.
He’s doing it again now, building another orgasm. I don’t doubt that I’ll be denied a release for a while longer still. I can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he fucks me. We’re not close to finished.
The sex is intense. Darkness wraps around us, except for the silver moonlight. The night has a quality to it that’s different than before. Everything feels surreal. I’m caught in a dream where I’m living with Keagan, the man who I’ve grown up with as my stepbrother, and we’re fucking. It doesn’t make sense, but we’re doing it, and I’m letting it happen because it feels so good.
Being around him as often as I am feels so good. I have no idea where we stand. I don’t know what I feel, and I don’t know what he wants from me besides the obvious. I know that the sex is fucking good when we have it. For now, it’s all that matters. Right this minute, the pure pleasure trumps everything else. I will keep doing this, and only this, if that’s what it comes down to.
I can’t think rationally about anything when I’m having the best sex ever, and I can’t be real about anything when I’m on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. I push the thoughts away. I stop thinking and allow myself to just feel.
I focus on the feeling of his cock pounding in and out of me, his hands wrapped around my legs, his eyes on my body.
Keagan is grunting and groaning. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he has a look of concentration on his face. It’s endearing when he gets this serious about it.
I close my eyes again.