Page 22 of Now You See Him
Then the lid of the lube tube clicked open, the bottle made a squishing sound, and there was rustling, the crinkle of a packet. The quick tear was audible. Her legs were spread, her hip positioned to ensure the stimulator remained where it needed to be before the broad head of his cock pressed again her tight anus.
Her heartbeat sped up and her hips involuntarily began thrusting against the pillow. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to get closer or move farther away from the massive cock.
“Bear down for me,” he whispered. “Relax. We’ll take it slow.”
Tina gasped at the intrusion, the quick burn, the tightening, and the way he murmured in her ear. He worked his way inside her slowly, coaching her through the whole experience until both of them were sticky with sweat and he was finally seated inside her. Tina didn’t know if it was minutes or hours later, but she knew that Derrick had been so patience with her.
He gave a little testing thrust and both of them moaned in pleasure. It was so new, so excruciatingly delicious that Tina knew this whole experience was worth it.
“Ready?” he said, panting for breath.
“Yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me on Logan’s sheets.”
They both groaned, as he began to move. Slowly as to not hurt her. The pressure build and her first orgasm came quickly after, when Derrick began to pull out and thrust back inside with more force.
“Yes, yes,fuckme,” she chanted as she began to tremble, convulse with sensation.
Derrick stretched over her, his front to her back, his teeth and lips nipping and kissing at her nape, his hand gripping her hair like it was a rope and he was riding her.
“You like that, don’t you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. His words were barely audible between heavy breathing, but she caught every single one. “You like being fucked up the ass, with my brother’s cum in your cunt? You’re so full of two men, and you’re getting married to someone else. What does that make you, Tina? What does that make you?”
When she didn’t respond right away, his fist tightened in her hair. He tugged hard, and the pinpricks of pain in her scalp had her teetering towards another orgasm.
“What does that fucking make you?”
“A s-slut,” she gasped as she felt so full. His thrusts were hard enough that there was the audible sound of skin slapping against skin. “I’m a slut. I’m your slut. A cheating whore. A cheating slut.” She chanted each word like she wore it as a badge of honor. A title she’d never been able to possess before that was now hers.
He reached around her front and pinched her sore and swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She sobbed, desperate for more.
“You’re a whore for us,” Derrick continued to chant. “For my brother and me. For my fucking dead twin, and just for me. We’re the only ones who can fill you up this way. We’re the only ones who can take all your holes, right? You offered this to me. You offered your fucking body, you cheating slut.”
Tina moaned as the orgasm ripped through her, and her vision blurred, shadows creeping in on the edges from the force of it.
I love this. I love fucking like this. I love being fucked like this. The word repeated over and over again in her head.
Derrick reached around her hip, adjusting the clit stimulator to maximum intensity, and in the cruelest of moves, he held it in place until she was screaming into the bedsheet. Sobbing as pleasure claimed her, and her body bucked hard against him. He chained her in a suspended state until she was sure she was going to black out.
When her orgasm began to ebb and she convulsed in aftershocks, Derrick slapped her hard on her ass and yanked her head back with her hair. He was still deep inside her, riding her ass as he shouted, “You’re mine now.” It took a long while before Derrick claimed his own release.
Chapter
Nine
Tina wasn’t sure how long it took for her to wake from unconsciousness. When she did, Derrick was there, stroking a hand over her cheek, running a thumb along the dry and crusty tear tracks. They showered together, and she couldn’t help but compare Logan’s and Derrick’s methods of aftercare. Logan would hold her close, then start snoring in her neck.
Derrick continued to worship her body, as if thanking her for giving him the pleasure he needed. Using a washcloth, he cleaned every inch of her, then braided her hair, helped her slip into her sleep shorts and tank top, and tucked her into bed. Then he went down into her kitchen and came back with a random assortment of snacks and dessert that he’d found after raiding the fridge and freezer.
That’s how they found themselves sitting cross-legged on her bed, facing each other on a set of clean sheets, eating bowls of toffee crunch ice cream.
“How are you feeling?” he asked after a lull of silence. They’d exhausted all the topics that kept conversations light and impersonal. The weather. Their bedtimes. Nighttime routines. Favorite snacks.
“Why do you ask?” Tina said.
He arched one thick black brow. “Because you were fucked by the ghost of my dead brother.”
“Okay, that’s true…”
“Then you held me while I spiraled over the fact that he’s still here after all.”
