Chapter 6 #2
He wanted to catch up with her, wanted to touch her while she finished her story. He wanted to look into her eyes and drink in the rhythm of her voice and the words of her story.
He’d never known a woman like her. He didn’t think he ever would again.
“Tell me more,” his voice was barely more than a whisper. He needed everything from her.
“He told me to come into his room. And when I did, he told me to pull up my skirt, push my panties down, and lie on the bed.”
“Did you do it?”
“I did. When I lay down on his bed, he stepped out of his shorts, and naked below the waist, he sat beside me. Spreading my legs, he told me exactly how to do it. It was so easy because I was so wet. He talked me through it, telling me how to put my finger inside myself, how to rub my clit. And all the while he sat so close I could smell his come on him. Watching me, he got hard all over again.”
Knox didn’t think he could take anymore. He was so fucking hard his balls ached. He needed to jerk off. He needed her hand on his cock. Her mouth on him. He needed to fill her with his come.
But she didn’t stop. “I watched him stroke himself again, and he watched me. And watching each other was as good as he said it would be.” Her breathing came hard and heavy.
He didn’t dare get too close to her. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from touching her. He wanted her so badly. He didn’t care about her rules, didn’t care about relationships, didn’t care about anything but sliding deep inside her and feeling her body milk him as she came.
“It was my first orgasm ever. And it was so good. It went on and on. And he kept talking to me, telling me how good it was to watch, as good as it was to be watched, and he came again, all over his legs. But when it was over, I was so scared I jumped up, pushed my skirt down, grabbed my panties, and I ran out.”
He craved more, more of her story, her voice, more of her. “Was that the only time?” It couldn’t be; that must have been just the beginning.
She laughed in that special way again, soft, seductive, mind-blowing. “Oh no, we didn’t stop. I was hooked. He taught me how to make myself come multiple times. He taught me how to suck his cock.”
He shivered. Each breath he dragged in hurt. He’d had women who loved sex, women willing to do just about anything, but he’d never known a woman with a mind like hers, a voice like hers, a memory like hers, a life like hers.
“He taught me to swallow. And I liked it. He taught me how to come with his mouth on me, his fingers in me.”
His need to know was a craving. “When did he fuck you?”
Her words were just a breath away from him. “We never did. We had sex in every other way but no penetration.”
“Why not?”
He saw her shrug. “I didn’t want to get pregnant, and we didn’t want to get caught with condoms, especially not a used one. And I guess everything else was so much fun, we didn’t need it.”
The path opened out onto a paved walkway, and she sat on a bench. He sat on the opposite end and clicked off his phone.
She set hers on the bench between them. “But it ended when he went off to college.”
“And your parents never knew?”
She looked at him, and her smile burrowed into his chest. He was breathing fast, his cock was rock hard, and he needed so much more.
“I don’t think they ever even suspected,” she told him. “We were very careful. We only did it when they were both at work. We never went into each other’s rooms while they were home, not even when we thought they were asleep.”
Christ, it was so fucking hot to think of her with her stepbrother that he could come right now with just one stroke. It was the kinkiness of it, the taboo, the secrecy. “Have you seen him since then?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Our parents are still married. And he’s happily married with two kids a little older than my daughters.
He lives on the East Coast, but we have family get-togethers every couple of years.
” She looked at him, her eyes dark and seductive.
“We’ve never played with each other again, but sometimes during family gatherings when we’ve both had a little too much to drink and stayed up a bit later than everyone else, we talk about it.
” His heart pounded with the image of her and her stepbrother all these years later, even if they didn’t touch.
“He says his wife appreciates whoever the young lady was that taught him how to pleasure a woman just right.”
A laugh burst out of him. “I thought he taught you.”
“We taught each other.”
“And did your husband appreciate it?”
Her expression shifted, the seductive look vanishing from her eyes, her smile fading. “He wouldn’t have appreciated it in the same way.”
Did that mean she’d never told him? Knox wanted to hear that story too. It struck him then that he wanted to know everything about her.
She glanced up and down the path. They were alone. And she smiled. “Now I think you better go home and take care of that.” She reached out, patted his lap. His cock leaped against her touch.
Standing, she grabbed her phone and walked away, waving it in the air. “Call me if you need any help.”
He couldn’t move for another ten minutes, just as she hadn’t been able to move while she watched her stepbrother.
But Christ, how he wanted her in every way possible.