Page 12 of Now You See Him

She shifted, tilting her hips so that she was at the edge of the counter, and the apex of her thighs brushed the front of his jeans in just the right way to get his attention.

“Physical touch can ease some of the heartache. It’s grounding and can help us feel close to those we lost. Your brother, he was so deep inside me.

His cum is still drying on the inside of my thighs.

If you want to feel close to him, I’d let you. ”

His jaw dropped; the shock was visible in the lines of his face, as clear as her reflection was in the widening pupils. And then there was something else. Want? Need?

“I know you want me,” she continued. She cupped one of her breasts. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“Of course I want you, but?—”

Tina went on instinct and wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his shoulders. “He’s never kissed my mouth,” she whispered. “Only you. Be close to him in my cunt but feel my lips with yours. That’s just for us. You and me, Derrick. Alive.”

His mouth hovered over hers for a second, a moment, and then he was devouring her, sealing them together.

His thumb pressed down on her chin so she opened her lips, so that his tongue could sweep in, and the trickle of desire climbed like a vine, wrapping around her vital organs and squeezing her heart and lungs until she was clinging to broad, muscled shoulders.

Derrick lifted her off the countertop, his hands splayed across the width of her back, and carried her through the shadows, down the wide, airy hallway he’d built for her, and upstairs to the bedroom that she shared with another man.

Their eyes locked, and neither of them looked away as they entered the shadowy room, the only lights coming through the big bay windows.

Tina wasn’t sure how she was so certain, but Damien wasn’t here.

She’d thought that he would be a hovering presence, greedy to fuck her again the way that he’d done the first time Derrick had walked into her home.

But now, it was just her and this very real, very alive man who was shrugging out of his t-shirt; pushing his jeans down his hips; releasing his thick, hard cock between muscled thighs.

There was no hesitation, no pause and reconsideration after she offered herself to him, and that was both alarming and deeply satisfying in a way that made warmth spread from her belly.

She smiled as he crawled up the bed where she lay against the pillows that smelled of Logan’s expensive shampoo and body wash as well as her floral-scented lotions.

“Maybe,” he whispered as he unbuttoned his button-down that he’d given her earlier, “Maybe, he wanted this. That’s why he manipulated us before. Damien and I used to share. We were young the last time it happened, but…”

“You both can share me today.”

One very much gone, and one alive and hot and ready under her hands.

Desire wasn’t immediate, a burst or a flash that came with Derrick’s presence.

It was slow, building layer upon layer as his skin slid against hers, his mouth tasting every inch of her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, and he delivered quick bites on her nipples before the soothing stroke of tongue.

She felt swollen, on fire, as she writhed on the bed, desperate to alleviate her desperation for release.

Derrick took his time as he traveled down her torso to savor every inch of her.

Tina moaned and fisted a hand in the fabric of Logan’s pillowcase.

There was a faint whisper of guilt, of pain at the relationship that she was currently in, and the way it wasn’t enough to stop her from wanting this with lucidity. With honesty.

She took the pillow and slipped it under her hips. Her cunt was a mess. Wet and swollen. Sloppy with the effects of her fucking Derrick’s twin. She was now dripping on her fiancé’s pillowcase, wetting it from the come of another man.

Derrick grunted and bit the curve of her hip before he gripped her thighs, spread them apart, and licked between her folds with the flat of his tongue. He stopped briefly at her clit to nuzzle and add a bit more pressure.

“Derrick,” she moaned, her back bowing against the bed.

“His cock, Damien’s cock, has been inside you here,” he whispered, pushing two fingers into her channel, his thumb pressing on her clit until she was rapidly escalating towards another orgasm.

“He’s been inside your mouth,” he said and pushed two fingers past her lips, then rested them against her tongue until she sucked and he shuddered.

“And these sheets. This pillow. It belongs to another man. A man who hasn’t fucked you properly. Who hasn’t touched you in months.”

Tina shook her head.

“Have my brother or Logan taken your ass?”

Her breath caught in her throat. Tina shook her head before she heard the wet, sticky mess when Derrick pulled his fingers out and pushed inside her again.

“Then I’m going to take your ass,” he said.

He gripped her hips and rolled her so that she lay flat on her stomach.

He adjusted Logan’s pillow under her hips.

His hand stroked over the globes of her ass, kneading for a second before delivering a quick slap that had her crying out.

Logan loved his one-thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets and she was going to get fucked good on them.

“Condoms,” he said, his voice harsh.

“B-bedside table.”

“Perfect.”

Derrick never stopped touching her. His hand stroked over the line of her back, then he collared the back of her neck as he leaned forward and opened the bedside drawer, ignoring her gasp at the strength with which he held her. The power and raw intensity in his hold.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him remove the box of condoms that held a few options for sizes.

It was almost a year old because she’d purchased it on a whim, hoping that she could reinvigorate her sex life with Logan, which had gotten stale.

Now, she was grateful for her purchase for a whole different reason.

Derrick’s penis nudged her opening as he continued to dig in in the box, and she moaned, aching with need. “Hurry,” she whispered. Hushed. Thready with want.

“Hold on for just a second, sweetheart.”

That’s when she realized that he’d also retrieved the bottle of lube in her drawer. The lube was more for one of her vibrators than anal, but thank god she had it.

“We’ll need this, too,” he said, removing her clit stimulator next.

Before she could process what he planned on doing, he nudged the clit stimulator in place under her pussy, fit it against the top of her vulva and turned it on to the lowest setting.

It teased her swollen nub just enough to keep her blood pumping, to start the building of her orgasm, but at a frustratingly slow pace.

Then the lid of the lube tube clicked open, the bottle made a squishing sound, and there was rustling, the crinkle of a packet.

The quick tear was audible. Her legs were spread, her hip positioned to ensure the stimulator remained where it needed to be before the broad head of his cock pressed again her tight anus.

Her heartbeat sped up and her hips involuntarily began thrusting against the pillow. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to get closer or move farther away from the massive cock.

“Bear down for me,” he whispered. “Relax. We’ll take it slow.”

Tina gasped at the intrusion, the quick burn, the tightening, and the way he murmured in her ear.

He worked his way inside her slowly, coaching her through the whole experience until both of them were sticky with sweat and he was finally seated inside her.

Tina didn’t know if it was minutes or hours later, but she knew that Derrick had been so patience with her.

He gave a little testing thrust and both of them moaned in pleasure. It was so new, so excruciatingly delicious that Tina knew this whole experience was worth it.

“Ready?” he said, panting for breath.

“Yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me on Logan’s sheets.”

They both groaned, as he began to move. Slowly as to not hurt her. The pressure build and her first orgasm came quickly after, when Derrick began to pull out and thrust back inside with more force.

“Yes, yes, fuck me,” she chanted as she began to tremble, convulse with sensation.

Derrick stretched over her, his front to her back, his teeth and lips nipping and kissing at her nape, his hand gripping her hair like it was a rope and he was riding her.

“You like that, don’t you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

His words were barely audible between heavy breathing, but she caught every single one.

“You like being fucked up the ass, with my brother’s cum in your cunt?

You’re so full of two men, and you’re getting married to someone else.

What does that make you, Tina? What does that make you? ”

When she didn’t respond right away, his fist tightened in her hair. He tugged hard, and the pinpricks of pain in her scalp had her teetering towards another orgasm.

“What does that fucking make you?”

“A s-slut,” she gasped as she felt so full.

His thrusts were hard enough that there was the audible sound of skin slapping against skin.

“I’m a slut. I’m your slut. A cheating whore.

A cheating slut.” She chanted each word like she wore it as a badge of honor.

A title she’d never been able to possess before that was now hers.

He reached around her front and pinched her sore and swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She sobbed, desperate for more.

“You’re a whore for us,” Derrick continued to chant.

“For my brother and me. For my fucking dead twin, and just for me. We’re the only ones who can fill you up this way.

We’re the only ones who can take all your holes, right?

You offered this to me. You offered your fucking body, you cheating slut. ”

Tina moaned as the orgasm ripped through her, and her vision blurred, shadows creeping in on the edges from the force of it.

I love this. I love fucking like this. I love being fucked like this . The word repeated over and over again in her head.

Derrick reached around her hip, adjusting the clit stimulator to maximum intensity, and in the cruelest of moves, he held it in place until she was screaming into the bedsheet.

Sobbing as pleasure claimed her, and her body bucked hard against him.

He chained her in a suspended state until she was sure she was going to black out.

When her orgasm began to ebb and she convulsed in aftershocks, Derrick slapped her hard on her ass and yanked her head back with her hair. He was still deep inside her, riding her ass as he shouted, “You’re mine now.” It took a long while before Derrick claimed his own release.