5 #2
He comes back into the room. “Oh, good girl,” he says, climbing up over me, bracketing my body. He kisses the nape of my neck. “Such an obedient girl, aren’t you, Hannah?”
I moan. My fingers move wildly on my body.
“You playing with yourself?” he murmurs.
I moan in assent.
“Say it,” he whispers fiercely. “Say, ‘Yes, Ellis, I’m touching my pussy.’”
“Yes, Ellis, I’m touching my pussy,” I repeat, and the words make something twitch pleasantly within me.
He sets something down next to me, and I realize it’s his phone, and it’s got a fancy microphone attached. “I went to get this to record you.”
That’s… weird. “How long have you been planning this?”
“Haven’t,” he says. “I had the microphone for something else. I just wanted to do it right.” He lifts up, trailing a finger down my spine.
He drags it over the curve of my ass, and then he uses both hands to pull my legs wide.
He hisses. “There you are, good girl, rubbing yourself.” He touches me.
“And you’re nice and slick, too.” He hums, pleased with me, and I half-crest at that. I like pleasing him, I’m realizing.
His fingers come up to nudge my clit along with my own.
I start to remove my finger.
“No, Hannah,” he says. “I’m just the accompaniment. You be the main melody. I want you to play with yourself while I’m inside you, play with yourself until you come. You know how you like to be touched, so make sure you make yourself feel good.”
So, this is his idea of doing it better? I’m going to get myself off while he fucks me? I might be annoyed, but I’m so fucking turned on right now, and I’m touching myself, touching my lubed-up clit, and it feels good, and he smells good, and he’s touching me, too, and… and…
His fingers probe my opening.
I barely flinch from him.
“You are sore,” he says in a low voice.
“A little,” I say. “But I think it’ll be fine with the lube.”
“It definitely will,” he agrees. “You can handle it just fine. Play with your pussy and you’ll be fine. If it does hurt you a little, it’s okay if you make louder noises. I would like that, you know.”
I convulse.
“And I’ll be here,” he murmurs. “I’ll be with you while you get through it. I’ll be as quick as I can, and as gentle as I can, and if you want more lube, you’ll say you want more lube.”
He cups one of my ass cheeks and gives it a little squeeze, and then he’s not touching me anymore.
I look over my shoulder. “I want to see you. I was thinking that I haven’t.”
“See me?” He’s confused, but he’s unbuttoning himself.
“See you… there.” My finger is squirming on my clit.
“My cock, you mean.” He gives me a little smile. “You’re such an adorable innocent thing, Hannah, calling it my ‘there.’” He unzips. He shoves down his boxers. There it is. “Say ‘cock,’ Hannah.”
I choke.
“I’m not bringing it closer for you to look at until you say it.” He’s running his hand over himself. He’s curved. Thick. A sort of dusky peachy color, brownish pink, the head of him darker than the shaft. The tip of him is even pinker, nearly rose colored.
“Your cock is as pretty as the rest of you,” I say, and it must be because I’m rubbing my clit that I have the bravado to say that to him.
He sighs. “God, Hannah, that made me want to fuck you right now.”
“Okay,” I gasp.
“No, no, you want to see my cock.” He comes over to the side of the bed, standing there, and I’m lying on the bed, my face turned sideways.
He shows himself off to me, lifting himself to show me the underside, stroking his hand over himself, squeezing his pink tip, which glistens, and he smears that over himself.
I’m suddenly soaring close to the sun here, right on the edge of an orgasm. I begin to make little panting noises.
He meets my gaze with his own, and I can see that my reaction has affected him. “You like looking at me.”
“Yes.” My voice is throaty.
“Good girl.” He goes back across the room, totally naked, to the dresser and gets out a condom. He rips it open, leaves the wrapper on the dresser, and rolls it onto himself. He comes back and kneels behind me. “You’re still touching yourself?”
“Uh huh,” I say. My orgasm has now gone to that annoying plateau stage where you’re close but you’ve sort of lost the thread of it, and you’re trying to get it back.
“Good,” he says. “You’re going to touch yourself and think sexy thoughts and get yourself off, and I’m going to fuck your little pussy and use it to get myself off, and every time you want to moan, you moan, okay?
Be a good girl and be nice and noisy for me.
” He reaches over and does something to his phone. “There. We’re recording.”
I suck in a breath.
He breaches me, sudden, intense, out of nowhere.
I let out a startled groan.
“Good girl,” he pants, sliding into me. “Just like that.”
“More lube,” I say. “You said if I needed—”
“Hurts?” He’s out of me.
“Just… more lube,” I gasp. It does hurt. But I don’t want him to stop. And strangely, the stretching sensation has given my orgasm a little nudge. I’m well on my way again.
“Shh, you’ll be just fine. You’ll be my very good girl and take my cock in your sore little pussy, and you’ll do a real good job for me, won’t you? Even if it’s a little painful, you just moan through it for me. Just make as much noise as you need, okay, Hannah?”
I cry out.
He’s lubing me. He puts his condomed cock in me again, and he’s lubed himself, too, because he slides right in, and it’s easier, but it does still sting, and I do let out all kinds of noises.
Also, my orgasm is like the red dawn, streaking bright across a winter sky, flocks of birds taking flight, just dark flutters of wings against the crimson sky, and I am starting to clench around his intrusion, and it hurts and it feels divine, and I let out garbled noises, as he moves in me, in and out, urging me on.
“Good girl, make as much noise as you need, just like that,” he says.
I’m cresting and cresting, and it’s intense.
“Does it hurt?” he says.
“Yes,” I moan.
“You can take it,” he tells me.
“Yes,” I cry out. “Yes, yes, yes.”
And now he seems to register the tremors around his cock, and he lets out a low moan of his own. “You coming for me, Hannah?”
“Yes,” is all I can say. “Oh, yes.”
He starts fucking me harder, slamming into me, and dimly, somewhere, somehow, I register that the doorbell is ringing, that it’s ringing again and again, like someone’s pushing it over and over.
“Almost there,” he mutters. “Almost…”
He pierces me all the way inside, so far inside, and my orgasm gives one last mighty clench and stops, and he’s pulling out of me.
“Who’s at the fucking door?” he snarls, yanking a blanket from the bed around his shoulders and stalking out of the room.
I struggle to catch my breath.
ellis
When I see that it’s Andrew, I wish I had my phone, with that recording of her falling the fuck apart on my cock. I want to press play on that and force him to listen to it. Look how much your sister likes it when I use her.
But I don’t know if she did like it.
She was probably just crying out in pain while I was forcing myself on her, and it was probably one of the more disgusting things I’ve done in my life.
The guilt of that is like a spill of dark ink in water, but I shove it aside.
Andrew looks me up and down.
I’m naked, wrapped in a blanket, and I still have a condom on my dick, my semen caught in the reservoir at the end, and… well, even without the recording, this is pretty fucking great.
“You’re really doing it,” is what Andrew says.
“So good to see you, Andrew,” I say. “But you’ve come at a bad time. I’m in the middle of something. Your sister’s orgasm. So.” I shut the door in his face.
Well, I try.
He stops me.
It really would have been a perfect line to end a scene, I think, so it’s sort of too bad that I don’t get the door closed.
Andrew forces his way into the house, and his face is red. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says. “She’s younger than us. She’s a beta. She’s a virgin—”
“Was,” I say. “She was a virgin.”
He shuts the door. He throws back his head and bellows, “Hannah! Get down here.”
“Andrew,” I say, “this is none of your business. You don’t need to be here. Your sister is twenty-four years old. She’s quite capable of making her own decisions, and—”
“You are a fucking asswipe, and we both know it,” says Andrew. “God, the way you twist Callie up—” He groans. “What are the chances you’re not going to tell Callie that you’ve fucked another woman besides her?”
“Zero?” I say.
Andrew yells again. “Hannah! Get your ass down here. We are leaving.”
I yell, too. “Hannah, you don’t have to listen to him.”
Andrew rounds on me. “You don’t give a shit about my sister, and we both know that.”