Page 83 of Adrift Without You
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands, grabbing the lube from beside the bed.
Turning to watch him slick up his fingers, his gaze firmly on my ass, has me both nervous and excited.
“Such a pretty hole,” he praises.
Leaning forward he blows over my entrance, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. When he licks over my hole my eyes roll back in my head. While I love eating ass, I can count the times it’s been done to me on one hand. And the way Bren is lapping and feasting on me is making me wonder why I don’t let him rim me more often. “Oh fuck, baby. Feels so good.”
“Been tellin’ you. But you’re so fuckin’ tight. Relax and let me in.”
My hand flies to my cock, which is dripping pre-cum, and I give it a good, firm tug. I focus on relaxing and soon Bren’s tongue is dipping inside me, sending me crazy. I think of him defending my honour, protecting me, and delivering justice on James and I spread my ass cheeks wider.
“Want you to own me,” I say, desperate to feel him inside me.
Bren grunts, then slaps my ass. “You better hang onto something, cos I’m feelin’ all kinds of possessive.” His finger circles my rim and then pushes slowly inside.
“Holy fuck!” I cry out, breathing as deeply as I can. He slowly finger fucks me, giving my prostate all the attention I need. “Oh yeah!” I sigh, the burn giving way to pleasure. “Feels good.”
“Yeah? You ready for more?”
I nod and he pulls out and inserts two fingers this time. Soon enough I’m throwing my ass back and desperate for more. “Bren, baby, please just fuck me.”
“Patience babe, I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You’d never hurt me; you always protect me. Take care of me.”
Bren adds a third finger, and I groan at the stretch. My cock needs attention, but I resist, focusing on the pleasure building in my ass.
“I wanted to bury that motherfucker for what he did to you.”
“Tell me why Bren. Put your thick cock in me and tell me why.”
He removes his fingers and lubes up his cock while I impatiently wait. I pant when his cockhead pushes at my entrance, gasping as it pops past the ring of muscles. Bren holds still, giving my body time to stretch and adjust, lovingly caressing my back.
“You’re beautiful babe. Opening up for me. You’re all mine.”
“Tell me why you wanted to bury that motherfucker,” I demand again, needing to hear him say it.
Bren thrusts, slow and controlled at first, but soon he picks up the pace, my vision blurring with the overwhelming sensation. Having him inside me is exactly what I need today.
He slaps my ass, and I moan again.
“You know why, Ky. Cos nobody fuckin’ hurts you and gets away with it. Nobody. Now get on your back for me.”
He pulls out carefully and I flip over, holding my knees back, open and ready for him. He pushes in quickly this time and resumes thrusting, our eyes locked on one another.
“You’re fuckin’ mine, Ky. I’m gonna come deep in your ass.”
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Give me your load. I’m yours. Look at you, you’re so fucking sexy.” I reach up and play with his nipples, then pull him to me.
He kisses me, hungry and forceful, and I slip my hand between our bodies, jerking myself. I want to come with him. “Come, baby.”
He thrusts hard, then holds deep inside as he claims me, fills me, owns me. My own orgasm hits, pleasure spreading to every part of my body. We kiss through it, shaking and shuddering.
It takes a long time to catch our breaths, and all the while Bren stays inside me.
“Damn Davies, what the hellwasthat?”
I chuckle, stroking up and down his sweat-soaked back. “I guess the bad boy I fell in love with twenty years ago still turns me on.”
