Page 32 of Always Been You

“Lift your dress and keep your eyes on me, Gabrielle.” I do as he says and watch as he peppers kisses over the tops of my thighs before he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder to open me up to him. I watch in anticipation as he wets his lips and takes one slow lick up my slit and from here, I can see how wet I am as my arousal coats his lips. I let out a deep moan as he does so again. And again. And again. I run my fingers over his scalp, pulling gently at his hair.

“Fuck, James. Fuck me,” I whisper, wanting his cock in this moment more than his tongue. He doesn’t listen and continues to roll his velvety tongue over my clit. “Please,” I whine.

“Who said I want you to come? Who said I was ready for you to come? Trust me, when I am ready for you to come, you will. Maybe I want you to be a little needy. Maybe I want your pussy aching for the next few hours until you get home so that you’re feeling desperate enough to come to me tonight.”

I gasp in both shock at his words and also because his tongue is now inside my cunt. “Like come to your room?”

“I’m in the basement by myself; I certainly don’t want to come to yours given that you share a wall with Monica.”

“But…”

“You act like you’ve never been in my room at night before. Bring your sexy little ass downstairs tonight so I can fuck you properly.” He stands and fingers my panties before running them under his nose and slipping them in his pocket. “I’ll hold onto these.”

“James…”

“Angel.” He gives me a pointed stare and I realize at this moment that I’m definitely going to sneak into his room tonight.

It’s two in the morning, and I’m trying to find the courage to make my way downstairs. James was right, it isn’t weird for me to be in his room, but this feels different. I think Monica is asleep but my mother is known to be an insomniac and sometimes makes her way to the kitchen for a late snack to go with her late night TV. My father is probably asleep, but he’s known to wake up because my parents are like magnets and when one of them moves, it’s as if the other can feel it even in their subconscious.

What if I run into one of them while I’m sneaking down there?

A FaceTime call breaks my thoughts as I’m pacing the floor. I almost drop the phone when I see what’s on the screen when I accept the call. James is completely naked with his phone set up between his legs as he strokes his hard cock on screen. “Baby, stop overthinking it. Just get down here.”

“Easy for you to say…I am the one that has to do all the work!”

He sits up. “Want me to come up and get you?”

“No!” I tell him. “I’m coming.”

“Any longer than two minutes and I’m coming up there.” He tells me before ending the call. I slide my phone into the front pocket of my hooded sweatshirt. Well, actually one of James’ sweatshirts.

Gab, get a grip. This is your house. If you act like you’re sneaking around, you look more guilty. Just move like you normally do.

The house is quiet as I move slowly down the stairs. I walk through the living room and dining room feeling slightly unnerved being down here all by myself in the dead of night. I reach for the door to the basement and open it slowly. The light is on and I move down the carpeted stairs and turn the corner to descend the remaining stairs to the living area of the basement where I spot a naked James on the couch staring at me. “Fucking finally.” He sighs and he’s off the couch and in front of me pressing his lips to mine and lifting me into his arms. I kiss him back with equal enthusiasm as he moves us into his bedroom just off the living area. He locks the door behind us and the click makes this whole situation feel so taboo.

I’m going to fuck my brother in the house we grew up in.

In the room I’ve been in a hundred times under different pretenses.

The room I fantasized about losing my virginity in.

I pull my clothes off eagerly and before I realize it, I’m naked and James and I are grinding hard on his bed. He hasn’t entered me and the way we are rubbing against each other, I briefly wonder if he might come. His cock glides against my pussy as we kiss like lovers that have been doing this for years—a rhythm that our bodies somehow know despite all of this being new.

It makes me wonder if subconsciously we both knew this would eventually happen.

Maybe like our parents, James and I are magnets.

“Fuck me, baby,” I whisper in his ear.

“I want to try something first,” he tells me as he moves down my body and presses his lips to my cunt. He eats me aggressively, making me wonder if I’m about to come within the next minute or so with how quickly I’m building. But just as quick as he starts, he stops and before I can protest, he flips me over. I let out a squeal and he smacks my ass.

“Keep it down, Princess. I don’t think either of us want anyone catching us with my tongue in your pussy.”

He lifts me onto my knees and begins to eat me from behind. His nose probes my asshole and I let out a brief sigh of relief that I’m freshly showered from the day. He flicks his tongue over my clit before dragging it upwards, spreading my cheeks and sliding his tongue between them. He circles my hole before pushing his tongue slightly inside and I grab the nearest pillow. I bite down on it and scream as his fingers find my pussy and push their way inside. I clench around him and I hear him groan. “James,” I whimper, letting the pillow fall from between my lips. “I want your cock.”

“Not yet,” he says as he digs his fingertips further into the flesh of my ass. One hand is still fingering me and the stimulation is too fucking much. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy ass play this much but with every swipe of his tongue over that puckered hole I find my pussy getting wetter and my clitoris getting more sensitive. “Your hot cunt is so wet, baby. You’re dripping down my hand. You’re going to come and then I’m going to fuck you until you come again and again and again until you beg me to stop.”

“I won’t tell you to stop,” I whimper and he stops his ministrations.

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