“Brit?” Kade’s voice cuts into the fond memory of my brother, and that’s when I realize I’ve been tracing circles around his pierced nipple.
“I’m sorry. I forgot about your piercing.” He looks down at it, and a smile creeps across his lips. His attention drops to the shirt I’m wearing, and he reaches over, grabs the hem, and slowly brings the fabric up my torso, stopping just before the shirt exposes my bare breasts. From that point, I take over, pulling the shirt the rest of the way up and over my head, before quickly discarding it.
“My beautiful Britney,” he says just audibly enough for me to hear. Kade makes a trail of kisses across my jaw and down my neck. My head drops back, and my breasts push out, giving Kade unobstructed access to my naked flesh. Every nip, every suckle, every flick of his tongue against my hardened nipples has me grinding against his rock-hard erection.
I unwrap my legs from his waist and stand up on his mattress. Kade’s hands glide up my legs, stopping on my ass. He leans in, pressing his nose to the apex of my thighs, and inhales.
“You smell good enough to eat,” he growls. I nearly lose my balance at his enticing words.
Not wasting any more time, he pulls the fabric down my legs, exposing the most intimate part of my body. Kade’s tongue licks up and down my slit, coating his tongue with my arousal before pushing through the folds to find my sensitive nub. I burrow my hands into his hair while I try to maintain my balance as he sucks on my clit. Just as my insides tighten, Kade pulls back.
“Together,” he says. My brain has to switch gears to understand what he means, but it doesn’t take long. I drop to my knees, still straddling his legs, as I pull the last bit of his clothing down his legs and toss them to the side. I have never seen a more perfect cock than the one in front of me, so I give the steel rod the attention it deserves.
I wet my lips before dipping my head down and circling the head of the one-eyed beast with my tongue. Parting my lips, I gradually take Kade’s thick cock into my mouth, swallowing him inch by inch, until I can’t swallow any more. I work the shaft vigorously with my mouth and hand while massaging his balls with my other hand. The grip Kade has on my hair fuels my fire, inciting me to work him harder and faster until both of his hands cup my face, and halt me mid-shaft.
Releasing Kade’s dick from my oral grasp, I climb up the rest of his body and tilt my head down to steal a kiss. Kade’s hand rests on the back of my head, not letting my lips free. His erection presses against my southern lips, so I rock my hips back and forth, coating his cock with my arousal. Reaching down between us, I wrap my hand around Kade’s hard, thick, veiny dick, and place the head at my entrance.
It’s been a couple of years since I’ve had sex, and my BOB doesn’t come close to being Kade’s size, so I pull back from our kiss and slowly push down onto his cock. Little by little, he disappears inside me, filling me in a way I’ve never experienced.
“My beautiful Britney, it’s been months since I’ve had sex. I’m not going to last long.”
“Neither will I,” I admit. I almost want to laugh since it’s been much longer for me, but I don’t say anything. All I know is I was on the brink of my orgasm the moment Kade’s tongue found my nub. If he had kept at it, it would have been only a matter of time before my knees buckled, and I collapsed on him.
It takes a minute or two for my body to adjust to the welcome intrusion before I begin to move. Once I’m seated down to the base of Kade’s dick, I slowly pull up and then slide back down, repeating the motion as I tighten my pelvic muscles around his rod each time I pull up his body. Kade grips my hip and takes charge hastening our repetitions as he thrusts up when I come down, our bodies take from each other what they need to feel whole again.
He pulls me close and wraps his arms around my waist, flipping me over onto my back once more without losing our connection. Kade’s pace quickens as his hips rock back and forth, the tip of his cock hitting my sweet spot, heating my core. The tingling sensation I get when I’m about to come starts in the tips of my toes and travels up my legs until it reaches its destination. An overwhelming sensation of pure ecstasy surges through my entire body when my orgasm hits me as quick as the bullet train. I hear myself call out, but can’t decipher what I say. Hell, it could be in tongues for all I know. I abandon the silly thought as Kade continues to pound into me, chasing his release, when another orgasm washes over me just as his takes over his body.
“Holy fuck!” followed by a few other choice words rumble free from deep within his throat. Our sweaty bodies go limp from pleasure. I take a moment to close my eyes and relive the intimate connection I shared with Kade, but that is a huge mistake because all I see is my brother’s dead body.
I scramble to untangle myself from Kade and the blankets. The urge for privacy is unlike anything I’ve felt before. Slamming the door behind me, I lock it, turn on the shower, and step inside. I don’t acknowledge the cold water hitting my body, and I drop to my knees, double over, and cry. I cry so hard it physically hurts.
“I’m sorry, Deacon,” I whimper over and over. But it’s not because I had mind-blowing sex with Kade, making him break the life-long promise he made to my brother, but because I wasn’t a better sister. I was useless. I offered Deacon nothing but an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on. I couldn’t save my brother from the torment and sadness that plagued his mind.
Now who’s going to save me?
30
Kade
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What in the fuck did I just do? I slept with my best friend’s sister, the one I vowed I would never touch, that’s what. And now, she’s locked away in the bathroom, crying, and regretting what we did. I’ve knocked on the door numerous times, but I got no reply. So, instead of breaking down the door, I do the next best thing I can think of—I text Sydnee. If anyone can get Britney to open the door, it’ll be her. I also ask her to bring Britney some clothes since I burned the ones she was wearing, just as she asked me to.
Since my bathroom is occupied, I opt to shower in the spare bedroom. After I get dressed, I go out front with Dexter and wait for Sydnee to arrive. She doesn’t ask too many questions before going into the house. I decide not to tell her that Britney and I had sex. When she enters the house, I put Dexter in his dog run so I can take off. No matter how good or how right it felt to have Britney in my bed, to make love to her, I regret it, and it’s obvious she does too.
Without saying goodbye, I jump into my car and speed off down the road. At first, I don’t have a clue where I’m going, but when I turn down the street toward McShane’s, that’s where I decide to stop. Now that I’m parked, I send a quick text to my mom telling her we’re running behind. There’s no reason to make her worry or have her say something to DeAnne or Robert; it will only give them more to stress over. After my quick correspondence with my mom, I text Sydnee and tell her I’m at McShane’s. I also ask her to text me when they head to the Winslows’.
When I don’t hear back from Sydnee, I figure she has her hands full with a hysterical Britney, so I exit my car and head into the pub. It’s mid-afternoon, and the regulars are scattered around the bar, so I find an empty barstool and sit my ass down.