20. Want
WANT
It’s a relief mother-time across the street finally stopped talking and we’re finally at Kate’s house. I considered taking her back to ours, but figured she would be more comfortable here, and it wouldn’t be as awkward when it was time to part ways and her getting home.
The last time I was here, I didn’t get a good look around, but this time I see her house for what it is.
It’s slightly moody on the inside, not what you would see in a typical Florida home.
Her house is decorated in dark greens, woods, and blacks.
Nearly three walls are filled with bookshelves, along with books stacked on the floor, and tables.
There’s also a ridiculous amount of cat furniture and nearly every wall is covered in different art pieces.
I listened the whole time when she was with Ben, nearly a completely different woman than the one I’ve been with. It’s confusing, intriguing, and dangerous.
She’s like a fucking magnet and Ben and I are two different metals being dragged into her force field. There’s no turning back, no second guessing this. I know this agreement is probably stupid and bad for my health, but I don’t give a shit.
I’ve never wanted a woman more, and neither has Ben. I’m not going to ruin this for us, even if this has an expiration date that isn’t set in stone. We might as well enjoy it while we have it.
“Should we go to my room?” Kate asks, some of that confidence I saw in the backseat of my car diminishing when she looks at me.
Is it possible that she could be the most dynamic switch I’ve ever been with? Ben and I have been with plenty of women, some further on his spectrum who don’t want to submit to me. Or others further on my side where I have to take control of the sexual script.
I keep in mind that while Ben and I have done this before, Kate hasn’t.
In fact, she’s still figuring out what she likes, and what she wants sexually.
This needs to be good for her, even if it’s not something we do all the time.
It’s important that she enjoys herself and doesn’t feel like she’s been ripped in two between us.
She doesn’t have to be one inherent thing, though I don’t think she realizes how easily she shifts in between her roles with each of us.
“Lead the way,” I say as an orange cat zig zags between my brother’s legs. He pets it quickly as we head down the hall into the owner’s suite.
This room is lighter than the living room, although the color scheme is the same.
A wall with palm frond wallpaper holds a king sized bamboo framed bed.
She has even more shelves with books in here and at least three cat beds that I can find.
The massive TV in here is a surprise, but I find it charming as the large windows in the back face a lush private backyard.
She licks her lips, flattening out her dress and looking between the two of us.
“Dress off, edge of the bed,” I tell her while rubbing my mouth.
She swallows, but immediately grabs the zipper of the side of her dress, letting it fall to the floor as she sits at the end of the bed. I motion for Ben to sit next to her, and he undresses down to his briefs and sits next to her.
Still clothed, I approach her, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up at me. Her bright blue eyes are filled with want and I’ll be damned if I don’t have her legs quaking along with checking something off of her wishlist.
“What do you say if you don’t like something?”
“Marina.”
“What do you call me?”
She licks her lips before answering. “Sir.”
I glance over at Ben. “You might be in charge of him, but I’m in charge of everything. Do you understand that, sweetheart?”
She nods with my hand still holding her jaw.
“If it’s too much and you need a break, you tell me. You always tell me what you need, Katherine.”
“Always,” she says, her gaze heavy-lidded with the use of her full name.
“You want me to fuck you while you swallow down my brother’s cock, don’t you?”
Kate licks her lips as she nods against my palm.
“Tell him where you want him then,” I say, nudging her face so she’s looking at my twin.
“Clothes off, back against the headboard, hands flat on the bed,” she tells him in a voice so starkly different from the one she speaks to me with.
It has me hard, so fucking hard that my dick is straining against my pants and I consider being impulsive and shoving my cock down her throat. She chooses to obey me, eagerly. She could choose to give me a hard time, fuck she could decide she only wants to be on top.
But she doesn’t. An equal counterpart to my need to control and Ben’s need to be controlled.
It’s effortless. She’s perfect.
The reality of it all is hitting me right in the center of my chest, but I ignore it. Right now is all about letting these carnal urges free, nothing more.
Ben, of course, follows her orders. Removing his boxers and sitting at the head of her bed. Dark green pillows surround his back as he waits patiently and Kate looks back up to me for direction.
Fuck. I’m so fucked.
I need to rein this feeling in, whatever this feeling is. It’s just sex. Mutually agreed upon, convenient sex.
“Are you wet?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she rasps out.
“Show me,” I say, not even worrying about Ben. He’s probably getting off on the fact that he has to wait even longer.
Kate spreads her legs, the balls of her feet balancing her as her hand comes down to her pussy, pushing her panties to the side, showing me the evidence of what my brother did to her in the backseat.
She’s always so wet. So fucking needy for it. It makes me want her more. I want to hear her cunt sucking in my dick; I want my crotch tacky with her juices and my cum.
Want. Want. Want.
When was the last time I wanted something this bad?
I glance over at Ben, who, as I guessed, is patiently waiting to be told what to do, before glancing back down at Kate. I could easily toss her over on the bed, slide into her with no resistance, and fuck her however I want. She’d take it, she’d like it, we’d all get off.
Yet, I find myself stalling. Wanting this all to last.
She stays quiet as I contemplate what my next move is.
“Come here.”
She closes her legs and stands from the bed, giving Ben a cursory glance and he smiles at her. His hands at his side, not touching himself.
“I think I’m over dressed for the occasion.”
Kate smirks at me, unbuttoning my shirt diligently, as she slides it over my shoulders. Her palms are warm, her touch gentle and sweet as she moves to my pants, using the same precision as her big blue eyes look up at me.
Her undivided attention is a turn on, just as much as sharing her is going to be.
“You like being good, don’t you?” I ask.
“For you,” she says, tugging down my underwear, letting my aching cock spring free.
I stare at her for a long moment. Is this side of her just for me? Does she lean more dominant, but for me she’s willing to bend?
The thought has the tip of my dick weeping with want as I turn her around, so she’s looking at my brother as I palm her pussy and kiss the soft spot on her neck.
“You ready for this? You want both of us?” I ask, pushing her dark hair to one side, placing more kisses against her throat.
Ben looks between Kate and me, a mixture of turned on and confusion taking over his features.
“I want both of you,” she whispers as I push down her panties, and she kicks them off of her legs.
“Then go suck Ben’s dick. I want that ass high in the air for when I decide to fuck you.”
Her breath hitches, but she does as I ask, crawling onto the bed, dragging her nails over my brother’s legs gently before placing a kiss at the tip of his dick.
“You earned my mouth on you, didn’t you, sweet boy?” she says to him as he pushes her hair to one side, smiling down at her.
“I sure fucking hope I did,” he jokes and her tongue swipes against the slit of his head, making him shudder.
She’s soft with both of us, but with Ben, it’s different. It’s that dominating gentleness that I know that he craves. Yet, against my touch, she gives me the supple subservience I need too.
It’s why we made this arrangement, it’s why we needed her forgiveness. We work sexually. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that.
Kate listened to my directions, her ass high in the air as she rests most of her weight on her elbows as she toys with my twin.
It’s fucked up, but as I watch them, I can almost put myself in his shoes. I can picture him as me, with Kate’s mouth wrapped around my cock. It’s not jealousy that rattles through me, just more want.
Instead of holding myself back for a second longer, I join them on the bed. My hand grips her thigh as my mouth presses against her ass, placing kisses before biting the round, soft flesh.
She moans against Ben’s cock and the back of his head thunks against her headboard.
My bruise on her ass is long gone and I hate it.
The barely there teeth marks will disappear in a few short hours and it doesn’t feel like enough. It feels like if I don’t have intangible evidence that I fucked her, that she was mine in that moment, then it isn’t real.
“I’m going to mark your ass, baby,” I say, the term of endearment slipping out of my mouth against my will. I give her a moment to disagree, to protest, and she doesn’t.
Perfect, sweet, acquiescent Kate.
I take the flesh of her ass back into my lips, sucking, reddening the flesh, before sinking my teeth back in.
Her back arches, and her thighs quake, but she doesn’t tell me to stop, nor does she stop touching Ben.
She just takes what I give her, not a single protest slipping off her tongue, only blissful sounds of pleasure.
I admire my teeth marks on her ass, knowing I’ll be jerking off to the imagery for the foreseeable future, just like I did when I spanked her ass red.
My fingertips grip her hips as I line myself up with her pussy. She’s dripping with anticipation, ready to go completely as I thrust into her with one go.
She gags on my brother’s cock and he helps pull her off, like the decent man he is, but I don’t relent. Her ass bounces against my thighs and I watch as her asshole tightens as I fuck her from behind.
I want to fuck her there, too. I want to show her how good it can be, because I’ll always make it good for her.
It’s an effort between both Kate and Ben, keeping her mouth on his cock. He’s holding her biceps, helping her keep balance as I take and take from her body.
The rhythmic bouncing of her ass is making me spiral as I collect spit on the tip of my tongue, spreading her cheeks and watch as my saliva covers her tight little hole. I don’t stop fucking her as my thumb circles my spit against the spot I’m going to make mine some day.
Kate writhes under me.
My brother cherishes her while I fuck her hard.
He gives. I take.
“Look at you, so full of cock and loving it. You were made for this. God, if you could see how pretty your cunt looks wrapped around me and how tight this little hole is,” I say, pressing my thumb harder against her hole, but not penetrating.
“I’m so close,” my brother rasps out and the sound of Kate suckling the tip of him has me throwing my head back, trying to not come. Not yet. She pulls away from his dick, stroking him slowly with her fist.
“Not yet, I need you to wait for me. You can do that can’t you?” she asks Ben.
“Yeah, I can do that for you,” he says, pushing her hair away from her face.
“Of course you can, you’re always so good for me.”
I can’t help myself as I grip her hips and thrust as hard as I can, my balls pressing against her entrance. Her cunt clenches around my length and she moans, her thighs quaking as I reel back and fuck her harder.
She swallows my brother back down, her moans garbled around his dick as I fuck her harder to listen to her muffled cries of pleasure.
“Are you going to come on my cock? I want to feel it,” I tell her.
“I’m close,” she pants.
“I’m not going to last, not with your mouth on me like that baby,” Ben says, and it’s clear he’s doing everything he possibly can to not finish until she gives him the okay.
“You did so well waiting. I want you to come on my tits,” she tells him, her hand stroking him even as her body rocks back and forth from the pace of my thrusts.
“You want to be covered in cum?” I ask in panted breaths, my orgasm nearly taking over.
“Please,” she says to me, or Ben, but I’m going to imagine it’s me.
“Fuck,” Ben hisses, his throat bobbing as he moans and Kate jerks him off, covering her chest in cum.
“Christ,” I groan, wrapping a hand around her hips, toying with her clit. “Give it to me. Come on, baby. Come on my dick like a good girl and I’ll cover this sweet ass. Give. It. To. Me.”
I enunciate every word with a hard thrust of my hips, my fingers strumming through her sopping wet cunt.
My brother is watching her cum-covered tits bounce as she finally hits her peak.
Her pussy gripping me so hard, milking my cock.
I shudder, as I hold back for as long as I can.
My hand leaving her clit, as I pull out and fist my shaft, spreading her ass cheeks as I come all over the the reddened mark on her ass and that hole I want so fucking bad.
She’s panting, her back arching as she tries to catch her breath. My brother’s stroking her hair, checking on her, while I stare at the streaks of my release covering her ass, along with the bite mark.
I immediately know this is dangerous, that I don’t usually feel this possessive, this consumed with a person. I push the feeling down as I squeeze her hip.
“Stay right there. I’ll go get something to clean you up,” I say.
She glances back at me with pink cheeks, and her hair clinging to her face. She looks beautiful and confident as she rests her face against Ben’s thigh as I escape to the bathroom for a moment of sanity.
I turn on the tap, rinsing my dick off before warming the wash cloth and wringing it out. When I glance at myself in the mirror, it feels like I’m looking at a different man. I’m just not sure what he wants.