Brent
“Jesus Christ, what other bullshit are you going to send to me now?” Brent growled to himself as he hopped on his bike and tore away from the Soul Catchers compound.
“Brent! Brent, come on, man!” his number two man, Howie, shouted behind him.
Brent groaned and sped up, pretending he hadn’t heard his friend yell after him. Three different Soul Catchers got arrested tonight, all in different parts of town. By itself, that wouldn’t be so weird, but at least another half-dozen members had gotten arrested the month before, too. Something was up. This wouldn’t happen all at once, just by mere coincidence. Someone was gunning for them, and he had to figure out who it was before he lost any more of his men to the law.
And that’s not even half of my problems, Brent thought as he pulled onto the highway, weaving through traffic so he could get home as quickly as possible. Earlier this year, they’d lost out on a major drug deal when another MC in the area stole their goods before they could make a cent. The monetary loss for that failure was bad enough, but it had hurt their reputation among the other MCs and gangs in the tri-state area. Things just seemed to be piling up on Brent, one after another after another, especially since he had Dylan to deal with now. He’ll be asleep by now at least, he thought to himself as he sped down the road to his house. I won’t have to deal with him. He felt a hard pang of guilt hit him right in the chest. He knew he shouldn’t think of his probable son in that way, like a chore to do or a burden to bear, but he couldn’t force himself to muster up any emotion other than dread when it came to Dylan, which only made Brent hate himself even more. He couldn’t seem to do anything right. He wasn’t a good father. He wasn’t good at leading the MC. Since he’d been so stressed out lately, he was even slipping when it came to his patients. Brent gripped the handlebars of his bike so hard his hands ached, but he couldn’t relax his grip at all, not even when he pulled up to his own house.
Brent switched off the engine but remained on the bike for a long moment, staring down at his own arms, shivering a little in the midnight chill. He looked up at his house and saw that all the windows were dark, save one. The kitchen. Kira’s still awake and messing around in there, he thought to himself, swallowing hard to clear his throat. Staring at the little block of light shining out from the bottom window of his house, he felt resentment boil up inside of him. Why couldn’t she just go to bed early so he could pretend that his house was still his own, so he could stew in his loneliness and drink himself to sleep without worrying that someone would judge him for it? Why did any of this bullshit have to happen to him? Brent just wanted to be left alone. He didn’t want to have deal with any kids or any beautiful women with piercing eyes that seemed to strip through every layer of his skin. He just wanted to live in his own private misery, away from curious eyes. Was that really so much to ask?
Apparently it was, Brent thought as he forced himself off his bike, slowly walking up the sidewalk to the front door. He hesitated a moment before turning the knob and stepping inside, his body freezing in place like it desperately needed those last few seconds of solitude before going back into the house where three other people currently lived. Get on with it, he told himself as he finally stepped inside his house, slamming the door behind him just to get some of the anxious angry energy out of his body.
Looking back on it later, Brent wouldn’t be able to tell himself why he didn’t go straight upstairs. He had no excuse, really. After whining to himself for a half-hour about having to deal with other people, he should have just bolted straight to his room and stayed there the whole night, ignoring Kira and the boys until he could mentally prepare himself for interacting with them. But he didn’t do that.
Instead, he found himself walking towards the kitchen, opening the door to reveal Kira chopping something up on a cutting board next to the sink. She had headphones in her ears and was humming something that Brent didn’t recognize. She had her back to him, her hips swaying a little to the music her couldn’t hear as she chopped away at some long green vegetable. In the back of his mind, Brent wondered what she was making. It was after midnight, after all, but ultimately it didn’t matter that much. All he could focus on was the rhythm of her hips as they moved to the beat. Standing there across from her, it was like Brent could hear the song she was listening to, as if he could feel the bass that was encouraging her to move back and forth, sticking her ass out like there was nobody watching. As far as Kira knows, nobody is watching her, Brent realized, his mouth going dry as she swirled her body in one continuous motion.
Brent knew he should have either left the room or said something to let her know he was there. If he were in her position, he’d be incredibly humiliated if someone saw him dancing like an idiot, but then again, he didn’t have Kira’s body. She had these amazing curves that Brent almost always forgot were there underneath her cheap, stiff clothing. She looked so goddamned tempting, and anyway, there was something shameless about the way she moved, something so self-assured and confident, like she knew how hot she was. She was giving such a good performance that it would be such a shame to take away her audience. At least, that was how Brent justified it to himself.
“Mmm, ohhh, touch me,” Kira sang out, her voice high and sweet like a morning bird’s. Brent’s heart rate rocketed up, his pulse reverberating loudly in his ears as his feet moved forward, taking him closer to the dancing nanny in front of him. He couldn’t stop himself. To be honest, he didn’t even want to. His mind was still a tangle of ferocious emotions—anger and fear and self-hatred and lust all balled up in a stubborn knot. He didn’t have room in his head or his heart for any doubt. He simply didn’t have the capacity to stop himself from going up behind Kira, stopping an inch away from her back.
Suddenly, Kira went stiff, her shoulders rolling back and her hips going still before she reached up to take her headphones out of her ears. “Um…Brent?” she said in a small, fearful voice, clearly worrying that some intruder had broken in and crept up behind her while she wasn’t paying attention.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Brent pounced on her, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist and attacking her bare neck with his teeth. “Oh! Oh, my God!” Kira cried out, slapping her hand over her mouth a moment later like she was surprised at the volume of her own voice.
Brent growled and bit harder into her skin, licking her flesh frantically to taste the salts and proteins that composed Kira’s skin cells. He could taste her sweat, kissing her over and over again and imagining all the labor that she’d done that day, all the effort she’d invested in making this house a home. It made him angry and relieved at the exact same time. Who the hell was this bitch, coming in here out of nowhere and acting like she owned the place, letting the kids tear the house up, telling him what he needed to do and how he needed to do it? It was ridiculous. He was the man of the house, and he needed to show her who was boss.
But at the same time, even just listening to her quiet moans, the heavy sighs that left her mouth every time he kissed and pulled at her sensitive skin, Brent felt himself calm down, the tormenting emotions from before leaving his body little by little, more and more as he clutched harder at Kira’s chest, shamelessly grabbing at her bountiful breasts.
“Jesus Christ,” Kira groaned out, rocking her head back on Brent’s shoulder. She still hadn’t turned and seen him. Brent wondered if she knew for sure that it was him yet, but really he didn’t care that much either way. There was no way he was going to stop what he was doing, not until he had completely dominated the woman before him in every conceivable way. “Fuck, god damn it,” Kira breathed out as he squeezed harder at her tits, whining lowly as his mouth traveled to the back of her neck, making all of her little hairs perk up with his tongue.
God, her body was even hotter than he’d realized. Sure, she was gorgeous to look at, but he never knew how curvy she really was until he got his hands on her, letting his fingers roam down her front until he found the hem of her shirt, tugging it up over her head and tossing it across the room. If he hadn’t been so pissed off, so wound up with tension and excess energy, he might have decided to take his time, letting his hands wander over every inch of her uncovered skin. But he didn’t have patience for that tonight. He unclasped her bra and threw it away in the general direction of her shirt. Kira gasped softly and brought her hands up to cover her bare breasts, but when Brent growled right into her ear she let them drop again, leaving her tits vulnerable to Brent’s hungry, desperate touch.
He brought one hand to one of her nipples, pulling at it lightly while his mouth went over to her ear, licking the top before going down to lightly tug and bite at the lobe. “Oh, Jesus, fuck, fucking hell,” Kira whispered, groaning deep from her throat as she bent her head back further, giving him access to the front of her neck while his other hand drifted down to the button on her jeans.
“Yes, oh, God, yes,” Kira groaned, shoving her ass back until it collided with the front of Brent’s jeans, rubbing up against his ever-hardening cock teasingly. Brent lost his breath for a minute, his mouth falling away from Kira’s throat as his mind became enraptured by the sensation of her covered ass grinding up against him. She wanted it. So he was going to take it, right now, without even saying a single word.
Brent yanked on the button and zipper of her jeans, pushing them down along with her underwear to the ground. Kira gasped but made no move to cover herself this time, leaning her weight back onto Brent’s body, apparently totally confident that he would support her so she wouldn’t fall. For some reason that just made Brent hotter, his dick twitching in his jeans as he shoved his crotch harder against her ass, wanting her to feel how much he wanted her.
“Yeah, do it,” her low whisper barely audible under the hum of the heating system filling the air around them with warmth. “Please.”
Brent grinned to himself, leaning in again to breathe hotly against Kira’s ear, making her squirm like she’d been tickled. He felt a surge of satisfaction as she moaned and whimpered, his blood pumping harder through his veins as he realized how much power he had over her. God, it was intoxicating, watching her react to his touch. Under different circumstances, he’d have loved to tease her all day, do everything imaginable to her before giving her what she wanted. But he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. After grabbing a condom from his pocket, he ripped his own jeans off in one clean, smooth motion, kicking them away to the other side of the room before turning back to Kira and forcing her to bend forward so that her ass was suspended up in the air. “Yeah,” Kira whispered, more to herself than for Brent’s ears, but he became even more turned on just from the sheer desire in her voice, the way she seemed to tremble with the force of her own lust. Brent ran his hands down her back, raking his nails across her spinal column until she shivered like a tree caught up in a thunderstorm, vulnerable and strong all at once.
Brent gave his thick cock a few quick strokes before rolling the condom down his length and aligning the head of his dick with Kira’s wet little hole. He couldn’t see it from this angle, but he could already tell that she was tight as hell, just from the way she clenched around his tip.
“Mmm, yes,” she groaned softly, reaching behind her back blindly with one hand to grab the back of Brent’s leg, wordlessly urging him to come closer. Brent complied with her request, shoving half of his cock inside of her.
“Ah! Fuck!” Kira cried out, whimpering pathetically, as if she was in pain. Brent wondered to himself if he should check in with her to make sure that everything was okay, but then the next second Kira began to bear down on his cock, pushing her ass out further to take more of him into her sweet, almost unbearably tight cunt. “Do it. Fucking do it,” she grunted out, panting hard for breath as Brent began to pull out slowly. He shoved himself in again, this time burying himself to the hilt.
“Mmf,” Brent grunted out, making his first noise so far, biting down on his lip to keep himself from shouting out in pleasure. She was so unbelievably tight, so wet and warm and soft, like silk wrapped impossibly intricately around him, tugging him in deeper on every stroke. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He had to give Kira all of himself.
“Yes!” Kira cried out a bit loudly a second later as Brent started up a rhythm, hammering into her fast without any build-up, pounding her so hard she stumbled forward a little bit onto the kitchen counter in front of her. Brent couldn’t stop himself long enough to check that everything was still okay, though. He kept going, bracing his hand on the back of her neck and squeezing lightly as he fucked his cock deeper inside of her, pressing up against her inner walls.
“Mmm, shit, yeah,” Kira mumbled, rocking back into his touch, thrusting back every time he pulled out to make him stay inside of her as long as possible. “Yeah, baby, fuck me. Give it to me.”
Brent laughed a little under his breath, overwhelmed by how ready and willing she was, how prepared she was to take all of him in. It was like she was made to do this, so strong and soft at the same time. He knew that she could have thrown him off at any minute if she wanted to. She could have turned the tables on him, refusing to be dominated. But she didn’t. Instead, she submitted to his power, choosing to let him be in control. So hot, so fucking hot, Brent thought to himself as he switched up his angle slightly, hitting a new spot inside of Kira that made her howl in pleasure like an animal.
“Mmmm, oh, God, yes, oh, God!” she called out, growling a little as she thrusted her ass backwards, taking him in as deep as he could go. “Mmm, harder!”
Brent’s hand traveled along the other side of her neck, grabbing at her throat and squeezing gently, careful not to cause any unnecessary pain. You’re mine, Brent thought as he shoved in and out more quickly, pounding at the exact right angle that kept making Kira’s spine stiffen and her breathing come out more raggedly. You’re all fucking mine to do with as I please.
“Oh, shit, right there, right fucking there, baby, yes, yes, do it, please, ugh, shit, ugh, mmf, fuck,” Kira rambled, her voice a little muffled as she buried her head into her arms on the counter, her hips banging into the hard surface. He was probably bruising her, marking her up, but that just made Brent grunt harder in satisfaction as he sent her body sliding forward on the countertop. “Ugh! Please!” Kira whispered hoarsely, her voice sounding like a muffled scream as she began frantically bouncing her ass back against his crotch, giving it back to him as hard as he was fucking her.
Brent squeezed Kira’s neck a little harder and focused all of the energy in his body on fucking her at the right spot inside of her, moving faster and faster, pounding her so hard that her knees kept loudly banging into the cabinet underneath the counter. She was clenching harder around him, sucking him in like she needed his cock to survive, and just when Brent thought he couldn’t hold back any longer, her cunt twitched around him. He only felt soft vibrations at first, her pussy impossibly tightening around him even more, but then as her breath caught in her throat and a high-pitched whine left her mouth, her cunt began to spasm frantically, clenching around him powerfully like her very heart was swallowing him whole.
“Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, oh, fuck!” Kira cried out, her last word transforming into a guttural, mindless scream as her cunt exploded around his cock, shockwaves cascading into his dick and triggering his own orgasm.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he moaned out loud as he pulsed inside the condom, wave after wave of cum leaving him, trying to pour itself into Kira’s welcoming body. Stars burst apart behind his eyes as pleasure shot through every cell in his body, his muscles quivering with the sheer force of the sensations coursing through his flesh.
He collapsed on top of Kira’s sweaty back, his shirt clinging to her as he pressed himself as close as he could get, nuzzling the back of her neck with his nose and mouth. Brent’s body was still gripped by the aftershocks of his orgasm, his fingers shaking as they traveled underneath Kira’s body to find her hands. He had to grip on to her, to use her as a life raft or an anchor to keep himself securely in place as the pleasure he’d just experienced became gradually less intense.
For a long time—maybe just a couple of minutes, maybe half an hour—they just lay there, sticking together with the adhesive of their shared sweat. His cock eventually fell out of her, but he kept his hands wrapped tightly around hers, keeping her in place as he kissed the back of her neck lazily, licking up the leftover sweat before the air around them cooled it all off. He needed to taste her, to swallow her, to drink her in. He needed to remind himself that what had just happened was real. He hadn’t dreamed it up. He hadn’t fantasized about it in the shower. He’d fucked Kira, dominating her with his whole body, without even saying a single word. His body was singing, all of the molecules composing his skin dancing with joy, mindlessly buzzing with leftover pleasure. God damn it, I feel so fucking good, Brent thought to himself, allowing his mouth to curve up into a smile as he pressed his lips to the back of Kira’s neck again and again.
But slowly, his mind woke back up, his thoughts rushing back into the emptiness of his brain as fast as they’d abandoned it. He pulled himself off of Kira, his hands falling away from her limp fingers, bile rising in his throat as one thought consumed him: What the fuck have I done?
Brent cleared his throat, tugging his whole body away from Kira’s, even though she shifted underneath him, still awake even if her body was utterly demolished after the brutally rough fuck session they’d just had together. He slipped the used condom of his cock, tossing it in the direction of the trash, grabbing his jeans and boxers off the floor before leaving the room and heading straight for the stairwell.
Brent’s heart pounded in his chest again as he ran up the stairs towards his bedroom, but this time it wasn’t because he was excited. Terror clutched at his heart like a fist, clenching around him so tight he thought he was going to choke to death on his own blood.
I fucked up, he thought as he went into his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him for good measure. I fucked up so fucking bad. He’d fucked the nanny. He’d complicated things forever. There was no going back.