Zach.
I opened my eyes as soon as I felt the sunrays hit my bare skin. Immediately, as if on instinct, my arms went to the side of the bed. I only felt the firm mattress and the soft bed covers beside me. Immediately, I bolted up from bed, trying to piece together my surroundings and the vivid memories I had of last night.
I saw the old bed cover on the floor. I sighed in relief. At least I knew I didn’t just dream last night. It really happened; it had been real. And the evidence of that was on the floor. I remembered she insisted we change the bed covers because it was soaked in our passion juices and her blood—the blood of lost innocence.
I walked toward the cabinet to put on a fresh pair of boxer shorts. Then I went to the bathroom, hoping she was there.
When she wasn’t, I quickly checked out the bedroom floor again to check if the clothes we wore last night were still there. I was relieved to see that they were. I quickly brushed my teeth and then walked down the stairs to look for her, my heart pounding in my chest.
I could hear the radio coming from the ground floor, and halfway down the stairs, I finally spotted her at the kitchen counter. She was chopping some vegetables while her hips swayed to the music and she sang along to Weeknd’s “Starboy.”
I sat on the stairs, not making a sound. I just wanted to watch her for a moment. She had no idea that I could see or hear her. She was far too engrossed with the chopping board and the music blasting from the stereo.
Her hair was carelessly tied up in a ponytail behind her head. She was wearing one of my long-sleeved white shirts and boxer shorts. The song was looped, and I smiled because it was one of my favorite songs lately too. Blaire and I had the same taste in many things.
I was looking for any sign that she was regretting what happened to us last night. I was scared that might happen. Last night, she had a bit of alcohol in her. She was shaken about the fight I had with Jasper Litton. We both felt emotional about what that douchebag said about us. That I was just jealous because no matter what I did, I could never have her. She was my sister.
I was ready to give up last night. I knew he was right. I would always just be the big brother.
But by some miracle, she changed her mind about us. She kissed me. It took me a moment to realize what she was doing, but damn! I stopped thinking. I didn’t care. I’d been given a piece of heaven, and I wasn’t going to say no. Even if it’s just that one night. Even if we might regret that in the morning. I didn’t care. I only had this one chance, and I was taking it.
Kenzo said to me to just go for it. Eat the fruit. And then get it out of my system. Get her out of my system. He said maybe it wouldn’t be as great as I dreamed it would be. Then it would be easier for me to move on.
But damn!
He was right. It was nothing like what I dreamed of. It was definitely better! A hundred times better! And I desperately did not want her to regret it because I have not even a single inch of regret on my body. Somebody liked me very much last night. I got the chance to keep the promise I made her that night I met her at the concert. I got to be her first. And if I could ask for another miracle now, I would ask to be her last.
If there was a future for us…
I stood up from the step and slowly approached her. My pulse was hammering. I was trying to be strong, but inside I was scared as hell! What if she said that was it? What if she just wanted to lose her V-card and she didn’t want it to be with some douchebag who would only break her heart or not give a shit about her after? She said I was the perfect guy to give it to. What if that’s all she wanted to do? What if last night was the first and last I get to be with her?
I stood behind her nervously. Then slowly, I placed my hands on her hips, leaned forward, and gave her a gentle kiss on the neck.
I heard her sigh. I felt her shiver.
“Good morning, baby girl,” I whispered in her ear.
“Good morning,” she breathed.
I wrapped my arms around her, and I continued nuzzling her neck. My cock instantly went rock solid, and I didn’t hesitate to pull her against me, letting her know my intention.
“Oh my god, Zach!” she said. “So soon?”
“Yes, baby girl,” I said. “I don’t think I would ever go soft when you’re around.”
She giggled. Then she turned around to face me. There was a brilliant twinkle in her eye, and her smile looked genuine. I started to relax. So far, it didn’t look like she was regretting what we did. And I didn’t think she’d freak out with what I was about to do next.
I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off her feet. I cupped her butt cheeks and held her against me. She wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. I groaned at the pressure below my waist as I felt her pussy touch my cock. We were separated only by the thin materials of the boxers we were wearing.
“You don’t get to say no, but you get to choose. Upstairs or downstairs? Bed or couch?” I whispered.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I pressed her harder against my crotch, giving pressure on her to make a choice.
“Oh my god, Zach!” she breathed. “Couch, please!”
I carried her to the couch. She landed on her back. I kneeled in front of her, my hands snaking under the shirt she was wearing as I peeled my boxer shorts off her.
She had the most beautiful pussy. Smooth and soft pink with a tiny bud in the center. She was waxed perfectly, hairless with a perfect landing strip and not even a single bump. I dipped my fingers in her hole. She was already sopping wet. And for a while, I was thankful that I had a leather couch because she gave out small squirts when she came. I wondered if she knew that not many girls could do that.
I moved up between her legs and then I devoured her lips. She opened up to me. She welcomed my tongue in her mouth and my cock in her pussy like we had been longtime lovers. I knew I was bigger than average, and even though her tunnel was very tight, she had no problem taking me in. I fit her like a glove, like she was made just for me.
“Last night, you were asking me something, baby girl,” I said, smiling at her naughtily. “I denied it to you.”
She gave me a playful pout. And my cock lurched inside her more.
“Well, would you like to make that request again?” I asked. I leaned forward so I could whisper in her ear. “I promise you won’t be disappointed this time.”
She gave me a sexy giggle. I felt her hand at the back of my neck as she whispered in my ear, “I want you to go faster… deeper.” She took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me!”
I smiled triumphantly. I bit the skin on her neck gently and then whispered in her ear, “Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”
I started moving in her. This time, I wasn’t going to be gentle. I was going to take her the way she wanted me to take her last night. I was going to make her feel good about her body. I was going to make her scream in pleasure. I was going to mold her to me so that she’d be ruined for other men.
I pumped into her as deeply as I could, and then I withdrew and thrust forward with as much force as I could muster, making her moan louder. I did over and over. I went slow, but I went in deep.
“You like that, baby girl?” I breathed against her ear.
“I love it!” she whispered, hugging me to her.
“You want more?”
“Yes! Yes, please!”
I took a deep breath. I was struggling to contain the pleasure she was giving me. She was so tight, but she was so wet I didn’t have a problem thrusting in and out of her. She felt so fucking tight in all the right spots. I would never ever get tired of doing this with her.