Chapter 15
Rena
We landed back in Chicago and went through the process of collecting our luggage.
“Let me take you home,” Brent said when we walked to the exit.
I nodded. I knew he wanted to be alone with me. Especially after I had been teasing him all day. Being alone with Brent was fine by me. I needed to blow off some steam, so I agreed.
Brent looked pleased, and we walked out to where another car was waiting for us. Brent had drivers on call. I had to admit, it was a pleasure having transport without having to wait for taxis or find parking space. These were the small things that really set people with money apart from the rest of us.
Brent opened the door for me like a gentleman while the chauffeur loaded our bags into the trunk. When we were both in the car and we turned out of the airport, I expected Brent to be all over me. He had been majorly turned on all day, and it had been impossible to miss the bulge in his pants for most of the day. It was flattering that he was so turned on by me. After struggling to get him to notice me for a year, he couldn’t seem to forget about me now.
I looked out of the window at the city sliding by, and my thoughts drifted from Brent and his impressive cock to Morgan and my sister. It was on my mind all the time, even when I tried to forget.
It had been the right thing to do when I had arranged to meet with Morgan. I’d had a lot of questions that were now partially answered. At the same time, I was more confused than ever. I didn’t know how I felt about having a sister and the possibility of meeting her.
When I’d told Morgan that I didn’t want to meet Zoe yet, she had seemed disappointed. I hadn’t asked how long the whole case had been going on for. Maybe I should have. Maybe Zoe had been waiting for me for years. But I wasn’t ready to meet her. Until now, I had seen myself in a certain way. Being an only child was a label of sorts, a way of looking at life. And I was happy. Everything was perfect the way it was.
How much would meeting a sister change that? I doubted she would change my life in a drastic way. We were both adults—it wasn’t like we were going to live together and I’d suddenly have to share my room and my toys. But still, it was a big thing to me, and I wasn’t sure if meeting Zoe would make everything different.
Before I met her, I wanted to talk to my mom one more time. I needed to know what she thought, how she felt about it. I knew my mom would encourage me to do whatever it was that I wanted to do, but it would affect her. She was already hurt that she hadn’t known I had a sister. Or sisters. To tell her I was going to make contact with family I hadn’t grown up with wouldn’t be easy for my mom, no matter how noble she was trying to be about it.
We arrived at my apartment, and I was pulled out of my thoughts. We climbed out of the car, and Brent offered to help me carry my luggage up to my place. Who said chivalry was dead? But Brent was from a different generation where manners and respect still meant something.
“Do you want to stay for a drink?” I asked after Brent carried my suitcases all the way to my bedroom.
He nodded. “I’d like that.”
He followed me to the kitchen, and I opened my fridge. “I only have box wine,” I admitted.
“Box wine is perfectly fine.” Brent smiled, but I knew it was a lie. He only had the best of everything, and box wine was probably so far beneath him it had dropped off the food chain completely. But he was being nice. I poured us each a glass, and we sat down together in the living room.
“How are you feeling?” Brent asked. “You seem a little distracted.”
I nodded. “I’m still trying to process all the information. I’m not sure what I feel yet.”
“It’ll take a bit of time. But you should consider yourself lucky. Some people never even find out they have a family.”
I hadn’t looked at it like that. I liked the way he let me look at it.
“I don’t want to talk about it tonight,” I said. “I want to forget and have a good time.”
“Done,” Brent said, and I knew he would do his best to distract me. I had something in mind to occupy my thoughts. When I had finished my glass of wine, I stood up.
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
I walked to the bedroom and unzipped one of the suitcases. I changed into lingerie I’d bought when Brent had gone to the tech shop, a red sheer teddy that showed off my breasts. I wore a red thong with it, complete with garter belt, stockings, and high heels that matched. I looked like a model, a Victoria’s Secret Angel.
I turned and looked at my ass in the mirror, wiggling it. I grinned. After what I was planning on doing with Brent, I would better be classified as a fallen angel.
Brent was still in the living room. The wine had taken the edge off, and I felt sexy and daring. I swung my hips from side to side as I walked to the living room. I felt light and airy and on top of my game. I wanted Brent to drool over me.
When he looked up and saw me in my outfit, his reaction was exactly what I had hoped for. He had poured us each another glass of wine, but he gulped his down and put the glass on the coffee table. His eyes darkened, his face filled with desire, and he stood up to stalk toward me.
I stopped and waited for him to come to me.
Our bodies collided as he crashed into me and drove me against the wall. He pinned me with his body, grinding his hard dick against my crotch. He mashed his lips against mine as he groped me, running his hands over my body. He tugged the teddy over my head and dropped it on the floor so I was topless. He cupped my breasts, kneading them roughly. I moaned and gasped. His onslaught was flaming hot, and it reduced me to a puddle of lust.
Brent leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. He nibbled on the hard nub until I cried out in pleasure. He switched his mouth to my other breast after a while and did the same until I could barely stand it anymore.
He kneeled in front of me and peeled off my panties without moving the garter belt. I had put it on so that he could do that. It had always been a small fantasy of mine to be fucked with the garter belt still on. Brent apparently had the same thing in mind.
When the panties were around my ankles, I stepped out of them. I spread my legs, and Brent leaned forward, pushing his face into my crotch. He stuck out his tongue and flicked it over my clit. I moaned as he licked up and down my slit. He was so good at oral sex. I pushed my hands into his hair and felt his head move beneath my hands as he licked and sucked me. I closed my eyes and surrendered to what I was feeling.
Brent pushed two fingers into me when I was almost on the edge of an orgasm, and he started pumping them slowly in and out of me. I cried out as the first orgasm racked my body, making my legs numb. I struggled to stay standing on my heels.
When the orgasm was over, Brent stood and unzipped his pants. He kicked off his shoes, then stripped out of his pants and shirt. He was in naked in front of me in no time at all. I stepped out of my shoes as well, leaving me in nothing but the stockings and garter belt.
“You’re so fucking hot, teasing me all day,” Brent said in a breathy voice. “And now this.” He kissed me again, and I tasted my sex on his lips. “You’re mine tonight,” he carried on when he broke the kiss and spun me around to face the wall. I braced myself on the wall, and Brent pulled my hips back a little so my ass pointed at him and my back was arched. I was vaguely aware of the sound of a condom foil ripping. Brent always managed to put on a condom in a way that never detracted from the mood. When he was wrapped up, he found my entrance and pushed into me.
I cried out. Brent slowly slid in and out of me. He was drawing it out, making me ache for another release. I wanted him to take me hard and fast, but he wasn’t giving it to me.
“Brent,” I gasped. “Faster.”
He chuckled behind me, but he wasn’t giving me what I wanted. Instead, he kept up the slow pace. I moaned and complained, the pleasure and the frustration building up in equal portions until I was on the edge, being kept from an orgasm that I desperately wanted.
Brent pulled out of me, and I moaned again. He spun me back around and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, and he marched me to my bedroom. He dropped me on the bed, and I yelped. His cock was hard, straining in the condom that stretched around his dick, barely covering the length of him. The head was a bright pink, pressed up against the murky rubber, and it was slick with my sex.
Brent climbed onto the bed, but he lay down next to me instead of taking me again. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I clambered onto him, straddling his hips, and I lowered myself onto his cock. I gasped when he pushed into me. I was tighter and more sensitive now that I had orgasmed, but the size of him inside me was pure pleasure, and I started bucking my hips back and forth, riding him.
I found a rhythm, leaning forward so I was the most comfortable, pressing my hands down to his chiseled chest. I fucked him hard and fast, my knees chafing on my sheets and his cock ramming against my cervical wall. I cried out. My clit rubbed against Brent’s pubic bone, and I shuddered as another orgasm built inside me.
When I orgasmed the second time, it was hard to stay upright. I collapsed onto Brent, my body contracting and spasming. It was the best orgasm I’d had yet.
Brent let me ride it out before he rolled me over. He stayed inside me, which was more than impressive. He had a wicked look now that he was on top again, and he started pounding into me. I cried out with every stroke as he slammed his cock into my body, and I shuddered with the orgasm that was drawing out, consuming me with pleasure.
I felt it when Brent orgasmed. He pushed deep into me and cried out as he came, pumping into me at my core. We came together, and the intensity swept me away until I could think about nothing else.
Slowly, Brent and I returned to reality. He pulled out of me, and I groaned.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and kissed me on the lips before walking to my bathroom, his cock still semihard. I closed my eyes and reveled in the aftersex glow.
“Rena,” Brent said a moment later. “I have bad news.”
I opened my eyes, frowning. I turned my head to him. He stood in my bathroom door, naked, and he looked worried.
“What’s wrong?”
“The condom broke,” he said.
I leaned up on my elbows. “What?”
“The condom broke,” he said again.
My blood ran cold. We had both orgasmed. He had come inside of me.
“Shit,” I said.
What a way to ruin the mood.
I shook my head, trying to calculate when I’d last had my cycle.
“We should be all right,” I said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I think so. I know how my cycle works. I think we’ll be fine.”
Brent nodded and came to me on the bed. We lay together for a while, but we were barely touching. I was sure we would be fine, but the mood had been ruined.
“I need to get home,” Brent said eventually.
I nodded. I understood. I needed to have some alone time, too.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Brent said after getting dressed, and offered a chaste kiss. I walked him to the door, wrapped in a robe after I had stripped off the lingerie. I closed the door behind Brent and leaned against it.
Would we be okay? I hoped so.