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He caresses down my belly, his fingers dipping between my slippery folds while his other feathers over my breasts. The combination of being held firm against his chest while his fingers touch me is almost agonizing, and I start to squirm. Brian’s hand presses firmly against my sex to restrain me even more. The way he’s touching my nipples is so intense, almost painful, like an ache only he can satisfy. A tingling desire burns through me, and I close my eyes as the feeling intensifies, building and building so that I’m desperate to come.

“I want you to watch yourself,” Brian says in my ear.

I open my eyes to see his fingers kneading my peaks while his other hand strokes me. I gasp because seeing what he’s doing and feeling it makes everything more intense. He swirls his fingers around my clit, and everything is so slippery and hot. My nipples start to tingle, and suddenly it all comes crashing into me, and I open my mouth, unable to stop what comes out. My body trembles and bucks against him so that by the time I’m spent my legs give out and he has to catch me, wrapping his arms around my middle to keep me from falling.

Brian turns me to kiss him, and his hands slide down to my ass, caressing my skin. I can feel his hard ridge pressing into my sex that’s still throbbing and sensitive. A craving to feel him against me rises from deep inside me. I reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it free from his waist. He helps by unbuttoning the top placket and pulling it over his head. Feeling his naked chest touch my skin sends sparks through me. I reach for his belt and slide it free. He caresses down to my nipples.

“You have the most suckable tits,” he groans, leaning down to flick his tongue over both of them.

I hiss at the exquisite bite of pleasure I feel, causing a desperate need to jump alive inside my belly.

He unbuttons his pants and places my hands on his waistband. My hands practically shaking, I slide everything down and grasp his hot, hard cock. Brian groans.

“On your knees,” he growls.

Hearing his firm voice command me like this makes me shiver, and I lower to the floor, the carpet grinding into my skin. I caress his smooth abdomen and look up at him, his cock in my hands, and see his face tense with desire. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch my reflection in the mirror as I wrap my lips around him.

Brian braces one hand on the wall behind me and inhales a sharp breath. His other hand sweeps a lock of hair off my face, his fingers brushing to tenderly past my ear.

“I want you to take me all the way inside, baby,” he says.

I get him as deep as I can, but he’s too big. “I can’t,” I say after I slide back.

“I know,” he says. “But it’s sexy as fuck watching you try,” he says. I stare into his steady gaze until I feel it calm me.

I glide him back into my mouth and relax my throat. I’m so full of him, almost to the point of gagging, but it’s the most incredible feeling to let him take control.

“That’s it,” Brian says. “Watch yourself take me deep like that,” he says.

So I do. I glide him all the way in, my peripheral vision taking in my bare backside and small mouth stretching over his cock, his muscular abdomen rippling in the low light.

Brian widens his feet, his breaths coming in grunts as I glide up and down. My knees are starting to ache, but nothing can keep me from this feeling, that I’m capable of giving him so much pleasure.

His hand brushes my hair back again, but this time he holds the back of my head, guiding me to go faster.

“You ready for me to come inside your sweet mouth, baby?” he asks, his voice straining. “You ready to taste my cum?”

I feel like we’re both losing control but it’s incredible, like we’re shooting into the galaxy. I can only hum my answer, but Brian doesn’t seem to notice.

I sneak a look at my reflection again and what I see is such a shock that I would gasp if I could. Brian’s jaw is clenched and his body tenses, outlining every sculpted muscle: his biceps, his chest, the gorgeous V-line of tendon edging his abs. He’s watching me with such focus, such intensity, and then there’s me, bobbing and slurping as I eagerly try to keep up. He’s right, it’s so hot watching what we’re doing that I feel a tingle race down my spine.

Brian gets even bigger in my mouth an instant before hot jets of cum hit the back of my throat. It’s hot and salty and raw and so perfectlyhim. I’ve taken him in my mouth plenty of times but there’s something different about tonight, as if he’s been waiting to show me just how good it feels to let go. Brian holds me firm against his cock as the last of his cum pumps into my mouth. When he’s done, he pulls me off my knees and carries me to the bed.

Fifteen

Darcy

Afew days before Christmas, I get another surprise. This time it’s an announcement from the Locust Review, a poetry contest I submitted to back in September. I open the email to see who’s won, then notice my name under the young poets category. I read it again, just to be sure. I’ve won? I stare in shock. I was sure the theme of that collection would be too dark—even my summer workshop professor said so. My prize is five hundred dollars plus publication in their summer anthology and a scholarship to attend a workshop in the spring.

I can’t believe it! How is this happening to me? I spend the rest of the day at my desk, trying to come up with more poems. I write almost non-stop for the rest of the day, practically filling a notebook. Each idea feels promising, but it’s like I’m too keyed up for my thoughts to center.

By late afternoon I can’t stand it anymore and drive to the shop. There’s something so satisfying to see my dad and Brian working side by side in the garage, both so focused. Occasionally they’ll talk or laugh about something and it makes the space feel relaxed and comfortable, like two friends enjoying each other’s’ company.

They both pause what they’re doing so I can share the news. My dad’s face glows. He wipes his hands, but they still smell like motor oil when he strokes the top of my head. Brian grabs me in a hug, and I don’t care that his coveralls are streaked with grime. After a lifetime of visiting the garage, I’m used to it.

My body softens in his embrace, already warming with anticipation for later, when we’re alone. After being together every night, one would think we’d be satisfied, but it’s the opposite. The more he shows me, the more I want to learn. Brian releases me, but not before a shiver races down my spine.

“I think we should celebrate,” he says. “How about dinner, the three of us?”

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