Kyson’s fingers move to my entrance, and he inserts one inside me.
“So wet,” Kyson murmurs. “What’s our safe word?”
I look up to Kenzo as I say it, “Madness.”
For some reason, Kenzo’s eyes seem to glisten, and my hand grips his cock even tighter.
I feel Kyson move, dropping to his knees, and as I take a breath, Kyson slides into me, and I stop all movement. My body locks tight, and he reaches between my legs and touches my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. He must feel the moment I start to relax because he removes his hand and starts thrusting. My eyes close, but I remember to move my hand, which is still gripped around Kenzo’s cock.
“Let me touch her,” Kenzo says.
“No.”
“But you let me touch all the others,” Kenzo argues.
“Not this one.”
I open my eyes to see a spark of something in Kenzo’s. He cuts himself again, and I don’t even bother looking at the blood as it drips right near my hand.
Kyson’s thrusts pick up speed, and he grunts. One hand gently slides up my back until it reaches my hair. He clutches a handful by the roots and pulls hard, taking over full control. Using my hair, he tugs me up, still thrusting into me, not slowing his movements, as he holds me against him.
I let go of Kenzo’s dick to put both hands on my head, hoping to God Kyson doesn’t pull my hair out, but when he pushes into me deeper and grunts, my hands fly to my breasts and I squeeze them.
“Fuck, let me taste her…just once.”
I whimper at the desperation in Kenzo’s voice.
“No. Now leave,” Kyson orders him.
Frustrated, Kenzo stands, his cock right in line with my face, and I moan. Kyson pulls my hair again, and I open my mouth to scream, but Kyson growls, “Shut it.”
I do as he commands and lose sight of Kenzo.
Kyson slaps me hard, right across my breasts, before he does the same to my pussy. Then he lifts a finger and places it to my mouth. “Suck,” he says.
This man has been yanking on my hair the whole time.
I’m totally going to have a headache after this.
But, fuck, it’s so worth it.
As soon as I suck and wet his finger, he pulls it away and moves it to my clit where he rubs circles against the hard nub. And before I know it, I’m coming, hard.
“See, love…you didn’t need him. You only wanted the idea of him.” Kyson lets go of my hair, pulls out of me, and stands, leaving me on my knees. He moves in front of me, throwing the condom to the side, and nods to his hard cock. “Now, suck.” I open my mouth and take him in as far as I can. I suck him so hard I gag and think I might vomit. But luckily, I don’t. After he comes down my throat, he pulls out, his cock shiny and still semi-hard, then he smirks and touches my chin. “What a perfect little slut.”
Seventeen
Kyson
Kalilah pushes away from me, and the glare she gives me would strike me dead if she had the power to do that.
“How dare you,” she seethes. “You…think, you think I’m…for fuck’s sake!”
She can’t even say the word as if it tastes bitter on her tongue.
“I don’t actually think you’re a slut, Kalilah.” I try to reason with her.
The only problem is her face has gone red, her chin high, and her eyes protrude as anger radiates from her.
“Th-that…” she stutters, unable to form words. “Fuck. You!” Kalilah storms off, and I have to hold back my chuckle as she stomps past me with her red ass and her blue-black back.
Quickly, I jump up and follow her, grabbing hold before she can walk into her room. Then I spin her around. “Women like to be degraded during sex… It’s a damn turn-on,” I explain.
I see the tears building in her eyes, and I don’t know if I have ever seen her cry and it hits me hard.
What is she doing to me?
I wouldn’t even share her with my brother, which is so foreign to me. I had no problem sharing Lilly with him and anyone before her, but Kalilah is different.
Why? I have no idea.
She swipes angrily at her eyes. “Don’t say that to me ever again. I don’t like it.”
Promptly, I lean in and wipe under her eyes with my thumbs and lock my gaze with hers. “I don’t think of you like that. I think you are amazing.”
Her eyes go wide at my words, and she whispers, “Thank you,” but she pulls away. Kalilah takes a few steps, stops but doesn’t turn around, and says, “I need help washing my back. Would you?”
I nod even though she can’t see me and follow her to the bathroom. She turns the faucets for the shower and steps in. I trail close behind and step in under the hot water.
“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she admits, and I reach for the soap and start to gently wash her back.
“Did you enjoy it?” I ask.
She leans into my touch.
“Yes. Is that bad?” She looks over her shoulder at me with her haunted eyes.
“No. Pleasure is never something to be ashamed of. You should embrace it,” I tell her. “But I won’t be doing that again.”
She looks away and nods her head. “You did it with her, right?” she asks.
“I did,” I say. “Lilly loved the pain. She loved to be watched and admired by more than one man. I’m amazed she’s married, to be honest.”
Lilly’s a masochist and enjoyed having more than one partner at the same time, and I liked it. She was easy to share, and I never got jealous. I’m not really sure why, nor do I think I even want to understand the why of it.
“She doesn’t love him, just so you’re aware. The way she was looking at you, it’s not her husband she loves,” she says.
“I don’t love her. I never did. She was just there, filling up unused space which she tried to live in. When I broke it off with her, she went crazy. Told me I would come back to her and that she knew better.
“When I didn’t return to her after the first month, she showed up begging me to take her back. I told her no, but Lilly returned again and again. Until one day, she stopped showing up. Not long after, I got an invite to her wedding. I contemplated not going, but in the end, I’m glad I did. Not only so I knew for sure I was over her, but because that’s where I met you.”
She turns around to face me with a smile on her lips. “Let’s not forget you basically told me I had to come with you or I’d be dead.”
“It was the truth.” I shrug.
Kalilah smirks and rubs her hands over the soap before she starts washing me. My cock twitches at her touch, and her hand slides lower to cup my balls and then she grabs hold of my dick. “You make me so tired,” she mumbles.
“In the best possible way.”
She nods but doesn’t loosen her grip as she strokes me slowly. I should tell her to stop. But I can’t. My hands frame her face, and before I know it, my lips are on hers. I kiss her, and she kisses me back, opening her mouth so I have full access. My hands thread through her hair, and this time I don’t pull. I hold on for dear life though, and wonder what the fuck this tiny woman is doing to me.