Like Dragonflies

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Fuck, she’s mine.

Sanity is a thing of the past.

Insanity is my newest love.

Logic and reason are for haters, not lovers.

Lovers take the plunge into madness together, hand in hand.

The next several seconds are a feral ripping and pulling of fabric and material. She lifts up long enough for me to shove my jeans and boxers down. Her dress hangs at her hips, but she pushes it out of the way. Both of us are chasing the moment so fast, we don’t stop to think. We just do. Our mouths crash together again, sending us spiraling into lust and love and whatever the fuck we are. I have enough foresight to lick my fingers and get the tip of my cock wet so I don’t hurt her. Then, I pull her scrap of panties to the side. She rocks her hips, her pussy rubbing along my tip, eager for me to take her.

“Sage,” I growl, one hand on my cock holding it upright and the other on her hip.

Her wild, green eyes meet mine and she bites down on her bottom lip. “Mars.”

That’s all we are.

Sage and Mars.

Mars and Sage.

The everything in between nothing.

My hips buck as she sinks down on me. Her fingernails dig into my bare shoulders as she screams at the intrusion. I’m not gentle. She’s not ready. Nothing about this is lovely or simple. It’s rushed and wrong and out of control. The moment will slip past us if we don’t take it now.

We’re living in the moment.

The moment is ours.

“Relax,” I whisper. “Up and down. Slowly.”

She whimpers, tears pooling in her green orbs. Then, she eases herself up and down. Each time gets easier as her wet body lubricates my cock.

“You’re inside me,” she breathes. “We’re together.”

Her forehead presses to mine and her hot breath tickles my lips. Our movements are in sync. When she moves, I move. When she breathes, I breathe. When she moans, I moan.

Together, we hover above the nothingness of the world.

Like dragonflies.

This space away from our world is the space where we belong.

Together.

Sage

Everything about being with Mars is right. I can’t stop myself from moaning at the sensations he sends coursing through me. Being on top of him while he stretches me is driving me insane, and the pressure mounting in my core is begging to be released.

I look down at him and study the way his face contorts from pleasure.

I do that to him.

Sweat rolls down my spine as I slide up and down his cock painfully slowly. I want to savor everything. I want the feelings, the noises, the intense charge in the air all committed to memory.

“Fuck,” Mars blurts. His eyes snap shut and he grips my hips, holding me in place. In the next instant, I’m filled with warmth and the balloon of pressure growing in my core is deflated. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses again, resting his head on the headrest.

I climb off him and maneuver myself into the passenger seat with a sigh. I don’t know what to say. My brother just took my virginity and came inside of me, all in one fell swoop. Words continue to evade me as we get dressed again in awkward silence.

Once we’re fully clothed, and the fog of lust and impatience has faded, my knuckle finds my lip and Mars groans. “I’m so fucking sorry, Sage. I just lost my head a little. I shouldn’t have come inside you. I shouldn’t have rushed your first time.” I look over at him and he seems torn.

I can feel his cum slipping out of me every time I shift around in my seat and the sensation sends prickles of excitement up and down my spine. “I liked it,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “I just wish…” My words hang in the air, but Mars grabs hold and finishes my statement.

He glances at me and pulls my hand away from my mouth so he can hold it up to his lips instead. “You wish I made you come.”

A small laugh escapes me and I nod my head. “I want to feel what it’s like when you make my body react the same way I made yours react.”

“Give me another chance, Sage. It can be better, trust me.” His voice is husky and it makes me tingle.

“I’d trust you with my life, Mars.”

He gives me a relived smile then he starts The Beast. The quiet rumble of the engine makes me feel secure. I don’t miss the happiness in his blue eyes as we pull off. I don’t know where we’re going, and I don’t care as long as I’m with him. It’s been too long since I’ve seen his face and now, I can’t stop staring at him.

He probably thinks I’m a fucking creep.

I’m staring so hard I don’t notice we’ve pulled into the driveway of a house. It’s a squat brick house with blue shutters and a mailbox with flowers painted on it. “Where are we?” I quiz, staring out of the window.