Chapter Eight #3
Sammie smiled, warmth blooming along her limbs.
“Thank you.” Kieran was still studying the ink, and despite the fact that his attention on her felt like a pressure she would never be ready for, something about the whole situation, the way he was fixating on something she loved and was proud of, it helped to calm her.
Just a bit, but maybe enough that she really would survive what they were about to do.
“This time…” Kieran pulled his gaze away from her leg, looking up at her. Sammie quite liked being able to look down at him. “Why don’t you just follow my lead?’
She gulped, nodding.
“And you’ll tell me if you want to stop?”
Another nod.
“I need you to say it, Sammie.”
Her name on his tongue, it was like a firework in her chest. “I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”
Silence fell, a bubble ready to burst.
Kieran’s hands were back at her hips, gently pulling her forward. Sammie let herself be moved, until her knees hit the mattress between his legs. His callouses rasped against her thighs. “Up.”
Sammie climbed into his lap, hoping the movement was elegant enough for the camera.
She couldn’t forget that it was there, a presence in the back of her mind, constant and watching.
But it wasn’t intimidating, not like she’d expected it to be.
Instead, Sammie felt a rush of something fizzy and bright, an excitement that swelled every time she remembered they were being recorded.
Seated in Kieran’s lap, his hands slowly caressing up and down her thighs, Sammie tried to relax. She wanted to touch him, every part of him that was spread before her. And he was touching her, so it was only fair, right?
Kieran’s breath hitched as she placed a palm on his chest. His hair was rough under her palm, thick and curly, leading to a thin trail that disappeared into his briefs. She let her fingers slide down his front, watching as the muscles of his abdomen tensed at her touch.
“Good.” His voice was a deep whisper, his breath hot against her face. In his lap, they were eye to eye. It was equalizing, in a way.
Sammie supposed this would normally be the part that would lead to kissing. And god, she wanted to kiss him. More than anything. Kieran was so close, a wall of heat beneath her, in front of her, sucking her in.
But kissing… that would make it too real. Which was why she’d set her rule. A way to keep a barrier between them, one that she’d known she would need to set in place for her own good.
That didn’t make it any easier though, not when Kieran looked like sin in those black briefs and was so close she could practically taste him already.
Sammie shifted. Just the thought of his lips on hers sent heat pooling between her thighs. Kieran sucked in a sharp breath at her movement. She could feel him under her, half hard, twitching with need.
Sex had always been easy for Sammie. She liked it, she was good at it. She knew how to read her partners. Kieran might have told her to follow his lead, but Sammie recognized all the signs she’d received just from that small shift of her hips.
She did it again, slower this time. Her knees bracketed Kieran’s hips as she dragged herself against him, a small and measured movement.
Kieran groaned.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, thumbs pressing at the soft roll of her stomach.
Sammie hoped there would be bruises there, and wondered if the camera could see the indents he was making in her skin.
His hat was pulled low, shadowing his face, but she could still see the pink tinting his cheeks, matching the color that spread over his chest and up his neck.
Kieran leaned closer, his breath ghosting over her shoulder, bare from where her shirt had slipped. His lips pressed softly to her skin, taunting her rule, and Sammie toyed with the idea of breaking it. Would it be so bad, getting a taste of him, capturing his ragged breaths and quiet moans?
He surprised her, reaching up to pull the ties out of her hair.
Sammie stilled as his fingers gently untangled the strands, running through them until the braids were undone completely and dark waves spilled around her shoulders.
The smell of her strawberry shampoo enveloped them, mingling with the warmth of Kieran’s own scent.
Sammie rocked her hips again as Kieran trailed his hands up her sides, slipping them under her shirt, teasing along her ribs. They were both breathing harder now, and Sammie let her head fall back, her waves cascading down her back, careful to keep her face out of view of the camera.
A hand found the swell of her breast. She’d skipped a bra, since Kieran had told her to dress comfortably, and, well, bras weren’t comfortable.
Kieran’s thumb brushed over her nipple, and a sound escaped Sammie, caught between a gasp and a moan.
She leaned into the touch, continuing to slowly roll her hips.
His cock was pressing into her now, hard and hot against her.
Dampness soaked through her panties, she was sure Kieran could feel it as well. How wet she already was for him.
“You might have a knack for this.” Kieran’s voice was husky, the words pressed into her neck as he continued to palm her breast. Sammie chuckled, feeling more relaxed than she had since she’d asked him to do this with her.
“It’s fun.” She whispered the words and could feel him smiling into her skin. The heat in her core was building, steady and sure as she moved against him. Kieran was keeping still, for the most part, but she sensed his desire to press up into her, to seek out more.
“Fun,” he mumbled, pulling back to look at her.
Sammie could only imagine how she looked, hair loose and messy, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide.
A of reflection his own expression, still shadowed by the brim of his hat.
He turned, glancing over her shoulder toward where the mirror stood.
“Fuck.” His cock twitched against her as his fingers gripped the rough-cut hem of her shirt. “I was wrong, this needs to go.”
Sammie grinned, lifting her arms over her head as he tugged the shirt up.
She was bare before him a moment later, breasts hanging heavy, nipples peaked against the cool air.
Kieran’s gaze was fixed on the mirror, and Sammie fought the urge to turn, to steal a glance at just what it was that was capturing his attention and causing the feral gleam in his eyes that burned like hellfire.
“Sammie.” Her name fell soft from his lips, so quiet she hardly heard it. He was rocking his hips gently, grinding his cock up against her. “Sammie, I need you to move.”
The command shot through her, a wave of fire flaring under her skin.
The wrecked way he said it, the way his breaths came faster by the second…
Sammie couldn’t find it in herself to deny him.
It felt too good as she began to move with him, waves of pleasure spreading out from where they were pressed together.
Kieran’s hands were on her, gripping her sides as she rolled against him, fingers grasping for purchase on her skin as his own movements grew frantic. Sammie let her head fall back, hair tickling along the top of her spine.
It would be so easy to lose herself. To pretend that this was something more. Something closer to what she wouldn’t let herself hope it could be.
Embers raged in her core, flames building toward a crescendo as they licked along her limbs.
Her clit felt swollen, sensitive from the friction.
Kieran’s hands roved over her exposed skin, up her sides, down her arms, back up to cup her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples.
And through it all, he was still watching them in the mirror.
This was a side of Kieran that Sammie had never seen, nor expected.
But… was this really so different from who he’d always been?
Someone who knew what he wanted and went for it.
Someone settled in himself, calm and sure.
The fact that this new Kieran who sat before her, panting raggedly against her skin as his hips bucked beneath her, was still so recognizable as the Kieran she’d always carried a torch for…
that did something to Sammie. She could feel her orgasm creeping closer with every push of her hips, with every shift against his cock.
This was Kieran, her Kieran, and he was falling apart just as much as she was.
Kieran choked on a breath, tensing, clenching his jaw as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against his chest. Wet heat spread between them, soaking his briefs.
Fuck.
Sammie had just made Kieran come in his underwear.
She cried out, tipping over the edge with him, abs clenching as her pussy throbbed, her orgasm lighting her up from within.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, even as Kieran began to slowly run a hand along her spine.
Down, then up. Again, then once more. Her skin felt too sensitive, sending shivers through her even as his motions worked to bring her down from the high.
They sat together for a while, unmoving. Sammie came back to herself slowly, her breaths evening out as she became more aware of the wet mess between them. Her panties were soaked.
“Are you okay?” Kieran’s voice, no longer hushed for the camera, had her sitting up straight.
“I’m good.” And she was. Mostly. Even if she was suddenly hyperaware of the position they were in, the fact that she was mostly naked in his lap. What they had just done together. How good it had felt. “You?”
Kieran studied her face, as if searching for any sign that she was lying to him, before nodding. “I’m good.” He pressed at her hips. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”
Sammie hadn’t lied to him. No, omitting the full truth, that wasn’t the same as lying. So, as she cleaned herself and got redressed in Kieran’s small bathroom, as they said their goodbyes, firming up plans to travel back home for the weekend, Sammie didn’t lie to him.
She kept the sneaking suspicion, the one wriggling at the back of her mind, that maybe, just maybe she was in over her head… she kept that all to herself.
The video was good.
Really fucking good.
Kieran pressed send, shooting the file off to Sammie. She’d told him he could go ahead and post it tonight, but he wanted to make sure she saw it first.
Was it weird that he was sending his childhood best friend’s sister a clip of the porn they’d made together? Maybe. But Kieran couldn’t get past the fact that nothing he’d ever made on his own or with another partner had looked quite as good as Sammie had looked writhing in his lap.
The video wasn’t long. Just a few minutes.
It had felt like a lifetime in the moment, with Sammie sitting so close, grinding down on his trapped cock.
The way she’d looked in the mirror, topless, dark waves spilling over her shoulders, the swell of her ass in those black panties, the softness of her curves, the shifting muscles of her back.
Kieran loved to watch, and Sammie had put on one hell of a show for him. No wonder he’d come so quickly.
The angle of the video was slightly different from what he’d watched in the mirror, shifted just enough to hide their faces. But even still… Kieran couldn’t wait to post it. His subscribers were going to have a meltdown, and it was all thanks to Sammie.
She was a natural. Kieran hadn’t been expecting it.
All of the nerves she’d displayed when she’d first arrived, they’d disappeared with the first wave of pleasure she’d wrung from him.
Kieran may have taken the lead this time, but he could already tell that Sammie would eventually steal the reins, and he would probably thank her for it.
As he let the video play one last time, though, he realized that it wasn’t just that Sammie stole the show.
They looked good together. There had been no awkwardness between them, no time spent learning each other.
They were like two puzzle pieces that had accidentally fallen into place, and it showed in their performance.
A fire simmered low in Kieran. Not like what he’d felt with Sammie in his lap. No, this was something more pervasive, more dominating. A fire that wanted to spread, to consume, and Kieran realized that he desperately wanted to work with Sammie again.
What they’d made together was gorgeous. A fucking masterpiece, and it had just been them practicing.
Kieran closed his laptop, setting it on his nightstand. He needed to go to sleep. He had a workout scheduled in the morning, then a long afternoon practice. If he wanted to get his run in, he’d need to be up early.
The next few weeks would be busy. The final games of the season, traveling back down again and again to see his parents and to help Sammie with her grandmother’s house.
But as Kieran mentally reviewed his schedule, his mind kept circling back to the same thing, searching for a time that he and Sammie would be able to meet again here in his bedroom.