Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I push those thoughts away—the part of my mind where I put things I don’t want to think about is getting really crowded tonight—and finish wiping him. Then, impulsively, I lean down and kiss the broad crown of his cock.
Well, I said “kiss” but what I really mean is suck—I suck the head briefly into my mouth, swiping my tongue over it and tasting one more droplet of his cinnamon candy cream before sitting up to look at him.
“There—all clean,” I say, as though what I just did was no big deal.
Kane’s looking at me with half-lidded eyes and I can’t help noticing that his cock is now fully hard all over again. I wait, my heart pounding, for him to ask me why I kissed him there. But he only nods at me.
“Thank you, baby—that felt fucking amazing,” he growls softly.
“I…I’m glad you liked it.” I feel suddenly shy, even though I was so bold earlier. “Did it help your, uh, hunger?”
“It took the edge off,” Kane says.
“I’m glad,” I say and really mean it. “I know how hard it must have been for you, never having anyone to touch you or make you feel good for so long,” I tell him. “I want you to know, I don’t mind helping you. You know, when you get ‘hungry’ again.”
“What about you?” He raises an eyebrow at me.
“What about me? What do you mean?” I say, frowning.
Kane gives me a knowing look—it feels like he can see right inside me.
“Do you ever get ‘hungry,’ baby?” he rumbles.
“Oh, I…” I can feel my cheeks getting hot. My nipples—especially the one he was touching and teasing—feel tight and my pussy juice has made my inner thighs all wet. But it’s hard to admit all that to him—it feels like crossing a line somehow.
And jerking him off wasn’t crossing a line? demands a guilty little voice in my head. But I ignore it.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to answer if you’re shy,” Kane rumbles. He reaches out a hand and cups my hot cheek. “I just want you to know, it’s all right to have needs, baby. Women get ‘hungry’ the same way men do.”
“I don’t,” I say softly. “Or, well…I never have before.”
He frowns.
“What do you mean?”
“Just that…being with guys doesn’t turn me on. I mean, I’m not a lesbian or anything,” I explain quickly. “Honestly, I don’t know what I am. I just know that sex has never done anything for me before. But now…”
“Now?” he echoes softly.
I drop my eyes, too embarrassed to go on. Too shy to let him know that what we did just now turned me on more than anything I’ve ever done with any other guy I’ve ever been with. That’s crazy, right? I mean, he’s my brother. Why would being with him turn me on even though no other guy has ever pushed my buttons? Do I have some kind of weird fetish or something?
It’s just that he doesn’t feel like my brother—not at all. He feels like something more—something important. But what? I don’t have any answers.
“Never mind. It’s late and we have to get up early tomorrow. Let’s get to bed, okay?” I say.
“Sure.” He shrugs, his broad shoulders rolling. Then he sits up and pulls up his sleep trousers. There’s a tent in them again, but I try not to notice. “Er…do you want me to sleep out here tonight?” Kane asks, nodding at the couch.
“No!” I say, before I even think about it. “Uh, that is…it wouldn’t be good for your back,” I say quickly. “It’s really lumpy. I think it’s better if you sleep with me again in the bed. If…” I look up at him shyly. “If you want to.”
“Of course I want to, baby,” he rumbles. Reaching out, he strokes a strand of hair out of my face and pushes it behind my ear. “I always want to be close to you,” he tells me.
“I want that too,” I whisper, dropping my eyes as my cheeks get hot again. What’s wrong with me? I’m so bold one minute and so shy the next. I don’t know why I can’t just be normal. But somehow being close to Kane makes my heart pound and my knees feel weak.
“Come on, baby.” Kane stands up and holds out a hand to me. I take it and he pulls me off the couch. “Let’s go to bed,” he says.
“Okay.” I nod and notice that he hasn’t let go of my hand. He entwines our fingers and tugs me gently, leading me to the bedroom.
I’m still not quite sure what just happened between us and if I feel guilty about it or not. To be honest, I’m confused and my body is still aching for a release. But I try to ignore it—I’ve been bad enough already tonight. I tell myself that I need to get control and go back to normal.