“No one will find us.” He drizzles the cold lube on my back hole, then sets the bottle on the table next to me. His fingers prod me, massaging the tight ring. “Relax.”
I gasp as he slowly inches his finger past the ring of muscle and stretches me.
“Oh, god. It hurts,” I whine, and try to escape his fingers.
Jaxon stills and grabs my shoulder, holding me in place. He doesn’t move his finger, letting me get used to the weird feeling. Then I figure out how to make this better. Igrab his free hand and shove it between my legs, showing him to touch my clit. He’s a fast learner and rubs his fingertips between my folds.
He groans. “So wet for me.”
My worry over being caught fades away until my focus is solely on him and how he makes me feel. He sinks his finger deeper in my ass, slowly thrusting it to loosen me, then adds another digit.
A strangled noise that sounds like a dying cat escapes me. Colorful dots pop behind my closed eyelids as the tickle in my lower stomach reaches down to my curling toes. An orgasm builds like a snowball rolling down a hill. I scream as it hits me and takes me to a higher dimension with my head in the clouds.
Jaxon’s lips cover mine and he swallows my sounds, greedy for each one as he works me through the climax, milking me for everything I have.
I grab the edge of the picnic table and hold on while he adds a third finger, then a fourth.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine.
“I want you.” I reach behind me to grab his dick. A shiver runs through me at his low moan, and he fucks me harder with his fingers.
“My nasty girl. You want my dick inside you?”
I nod, panting and unable to form words as he keeps me in this constant state of bliss.
Jaxon slips his fingers out of me and pours more lube on my stretched hole, then his dick. He strokes himself and lines the head up with my back hole.
“This is it, Dahlia,” Jaxon says with a growl as he fists my hair to hold me where he wants me. He jerks me up from the table, with my ass still stuck out in a curved position. “We’re really doing this.”
I dig my nails into the wood, unable to feel pain from potential splinters burrowing under my skin.
I push back into him. “Just please fuck me already.”
Jaxon’s fingers tighten, and he snarls as he pushes into me. He glides in smoothly after leaving my back hole gaping from his fingers. My eyes widen from the stretch and the uncomfortable feeling of fullness. He takes up every space inside me, and then some. Every piercing he sinks into me rubs against the tight ring of muscle, making me taste colors. I tremble from an orgasm already edging in.
“Goddamn.” He slams the rest of the way until he settles to the root.
I scream and squeeze my eyes shut from the blinding pain of being stretched so wide that I think I might tear—if I haven’t already. Jaxon isn’t small. Add the piercings on top of it, and it’s uncomfortable but feels so fucking good. I realize I might have a thing for pain because of how wet I’m getting.
“It’s too much,” I cry. “Fuck, it’s too much.” I don’t think I mean his size—which, yes, it’s a lot—but the overwhelming feeling of euphoria.
“You can take it, baby.”
He alternates between flicking and pinching my clit because I think he knows how much I enjoy being hurt. My tense muscles relax, and I become pliant in his hold, accepting him and everything he gives me. He drags his cock out, then slams it back in. His tempo is slow but hard, gaining speed with each thrust.
“Fuck me, sis. You’re taking me so well. It’s like we were made for each other.”
We move as one, as if we’ve done this thousands of times before. Our bodies meet echoes in the space around us, and I no longer care if someone finds us like this. We can’t stop until we see it to the end. He strips everything away from me until there’s nothing left.
He touches me with small strokes on my lower back, then flicks my clit. He murmurs my name with praises, like he’s worshiping me, no matter how rough he is. His focus is solely on me and making me feel good rather than seeking his own pleasure and leaving me behind.
He uses my body like it’s an extension of himself, knowing exactly what I need and how I need it. I won’t be the same after this, and I don’t think he will either. We’ve crossed the line between right and wrong, and it’s too late now to turn back.
He changes his tempo from slow and hard to fast and punishing. I keen as my climax rips through me, shattering more of the barriers I hold in my mind. Any guilt I’ve felt is wiped away and replaced with the overwhelming need to never let this die. I need my brother just as much as he needs me.
Jaxon moans louder, and his hips brutally slap against my ass. His dick jerks inside me as he climaxes, filling me with warm cum.
I groan as he lets go of me, his dick slipping out of me. Slumping against the table, I tremble from the mini, post-orgasm shocks. He’s quiet, and a thousand reasons why that might be fly in my mind, each one getting worse than the last. Did I do something wrong? Is he done with me now that he fucked me?
