My muscles clenched tighter still as my body began to stretch and tremble with new pleasure.
“I’m not done!” he growled, making me wonder what he meant. What did he mean by not done? His awareness of my body was almost inhuman. “I want to fuck you on your hands and knees.”
With a grunt, he pulled free of me, leaving an aching emptiness between my legs. Seizing me by the thighs, he flipped me easily onto my stomach on the couch. He moved me as if I was an object, roughly not caring about anything but just taking me.
I closed my eyes and let my head rest on the arms I’d folded under my head. I clutched at the couch, breathless and quivering, as he fucked me, hard and fast. Crouched there, coated in sweat, he was wild and mine, if only for the moment.
“Keith,” I gasped his name as he slowed his pace to something that didn’t boggle my mind so much.
Leaning in close, he whispered to me in that spectacular voice of his. “You’ve earned this.” He pushed himself back into me and began rocking back and forward, reaching out with one hand to stroke my clit. “This is what you’ve been waiting for with all those texts.”
My body started to heave as another climax took hold. The whole world appeared to shatter before my eyes. The strength of it was so overwhelming that I couldn’t speak. The only thing I could do was scream or hold on to the side of the couch to stabilize myself.
As my pleasure began to subside, his movements grew faster. The noises from his throat became more guttural, his thrusts longer and harder as if he was lost in his own world and in what was to come.
I was still sensitive from the intensity of what had j
ust happened but having him burst inside me was so enticing the sensitivity barely registered. My body wanted more of him as if knowing that I was making him lose control gave me all the pleasure that I had ever wanted. Knowing that he was in control physically, but I was in control mentally.
After a few more seconds, he shuddered and went rigid. “Celia, I don’t know what you’ve done to me.”
“What?” I asked unable to move. Still holding on to the couch for dear life. Wondering if he was going to take me again. I lifted my head up and saw the couch had moved closer to the wall.
“I’ve never lost control like that.”
I wondered if he was talking to himself or confessing it to me. I stood up so that I could face him. He was shaking his head as if he was trying to shake some sense back into himself.
“You’re still hard.” I stood naked, facing him, and I could see his obvious erection.
“And you’re still wet.”
I reached out and ran my hand softly up the length of his slick erection. Slick from my juices. “Take me again,” I pleaded with him, whilst looking into his eyes wondering if he would be able to resist.
He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. “Save some energy for later. I have plans for you.”
Part of me was intrigued and then there was this other part that felt like there was nothing else to do. We could fuck and sleep in between. Nothing to fill up our time in between. “It’s not like we have anything else to do.”
That came out completely wrong. The reason I wanted him inside of me wasn’t only so that he would fill me up and treat me like I was the last woman on Earth and he needed to be with me so desperately.
No!
I wanted more of what we’d just had. I wanted to feel like I was a part of him, and he was a part of me. I wanted to feel like I didn’t exist again, and only he could give me that, I thought.
“Stop teasing me. You’ll get so much more later…” he said, stroking me between my legs delicately.
“Is that a promise?”
He stared at me for a second, as if he wasn’t sure he should make a promise, then nodded his head. “For now. Right now, I think we both need something to eat and a cold drink. Later, we’ll decide how long this is going to last.
Suddenly, the mood had turned serious. I wasn’t sure if he was going to keep his promise. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be at his house, but I knew he’d fuck me again. At least one last time before he sent me home.
Chapter Fifteen
Colin
“Where is she?” I asked as my brother came into the room. His skin still gleamed from his exertions, and he was stark naked. I averted my gaze from him and opened the fridge to fill a glass with sparkling water for our guest.
“In the living room,” he said absently, and I watched him as he poured a glass of water from the tap. He guzzled it down in one long drink before he filled the glass again. “I can handle her tonight if, you’d prefer.”
He turned to me, a fresh glass of water in hand. I set the glass of water down on the island between us. The room was filled with stainless steel appliances, even the cabinets were stainless steel, and the floor was hard oak. The walls were tiled in black square tiles, and all in all, it looked modern, but it always felt cold. It wasn’t my favorite room in the place.
“I’ll be fine. What’s her name?” He hadn’t given me any information and for a moment, I wondered if he wanted her all to himself. I looked at him, noticed the way he wouldn’t look at me, and knew something was up. He’d never, in all our years, not met my gaze.
“Celia. Haven’t learned her last name yet.” Keith got a look on his face, a faraway look before he smiled ruefully and spoke again. “She should be called Celia Fuckalicious. She just blew my mind. Sure, she was a virgin before earlier.”
“I see,” I said it in a steady voice and waited for him to go on, but he didn’t. “Anything else I should know?”
“She’s ready for it, brother. Too bad Grant cut his hair so short or I’m sure he could have a turn at her too. He’ll have to wait another week or so.”
“Or we could cut our hair tomorrow.” I offered, but he shook his head.