Who: Brianna and Kane When: Thursday night, January 11th Where: The Back Porch, Kane's motel room Warning: NSFW Status: complete
For a week full of ups and downs, Brianna had begun to feel stifled in her own home. Work was slow, her moods were all over the damn place, and she was still feeling on the outs with James despite their temporary truce. She didn’t know how to fix any of it, and by the time Thursday rolled around with a fresh snow shower, Brianna found herself about to crawl out of her skin. So she got dressed to go out, leaving a note for James that she was out getting a drink with Margaret Cooper. She left some cash for the kids to order and pizza and then grabbed her bag to get out of the damn house. She had a few people she knew she could call if she needed to release some pent up aggression, but instead Brianna drove to the Back Porch. Such a dirty place, full of dirty people, but it was the kind of evening she wanted. Maybe all she really wanted was to get drunk until she couldn’t remember anything in the morning. She couldn’t really do that at home. Not with her family there. James would judge her for it, no doubt. Use it against her later, when they fought again.
Maybe she just wanted a glass of hard liquor and a man she could hit on, maybe let touch her for a while. It had been quite some time since Brianna enjoyed an extramarital dalliance. James, she knew, enjoyed them often while he was out of town. Why should he get to have all the fun while she was here, taking care of their home, and their kids? The magic she was still trying to tame seemed to hum beneath her skin as she walked into the bar. It wasn’t terribly busy, but there were a handful of men drinking together, and a few drinking alone. It was too bad Aaron Lucas had gotten stabbed in the gut. She probably could have asked him to take her out back for a quick one. He had always been good for that. Dumb as a rock, but his cock was the perfect size for her.
Sighing, Brianna walked over to the bar where a man was drinking alone. He was good looking in that rough and tumble kind of way. His nose looked like someone had broken it at some point in his life. Already she was fed up, and it had nothing to do with anyone in the bar, it was just… her damn life. She slid onto the bar stool beside him, staring back at Caden Lucas when he appeared in front of her, one brow cocked. He was such a bastard. But she was betting his cock was as nice as his brother’s.
“Whatever he’s having,” Brianna said, motioning to the stranger’s glass. Caden smirked and turned away to get her drink. Then she looked over at the man’s glass again, her brow arched. “What are you having, by the way?”
Kane started “work” in Point Pleasant, which currently consisted of driving for a ride-sharing app that he could turn on and off at will. It brought in a bit of extra money to throw around, but that wasn’t the point at all. Kane didn’t need the money. What it really did was give him a cover to be out and roaming around the town all night. An excuse to pick people up and assess them. Not all monsters needed rides to and fro, but some did, and Kane had his eyes and ears open for them. He had yet to see the shiny-eyed deer-eating motherfucker again, but he would, he felt sure of it. He had a good instinct for these things.
Bars were good places to pick up rides when he was ready, so he’d already spent a good amount of time loitering around The Back Porch. It was his kind of dive, and convenient when he wanted to turn his app off and go inside for a few beers himself. That was what he’d been doing, bellied up to the bar, when the woman sat down next to him. There were plenty of other spots, so he had to think her choice was deliberate. Kane smelled her before he even looked up from his phone, already pegging that she didn't belong in a place like this. Her beauty and nice clothes just confirmed that. Kane’s eyes stayed on Brianna’s face as he quirked a tiny smile. “Maker’s Mark, neat,” he answered, curious now if a woman like this could take a strong Kentucky bourbon. They were about to find out.
Brianna looked impressed for a moment, and then amused as she took her purse off and set it on the bar to her side. "Maker's Mark. I don't think I've had bourbon since college. This should be interesting." She was generally a woman who drank wine when she was out in public, but when she wanted to get drunk, it was vodka or gin. Bourbon was perfectly fine though. At least it would get her feeling good a hell of a lot faster than the other options. It didn't take long for her drink to be placed in front of her, and Brianna picked it up, grateful that she had eaten dinner earlier. Brianna took a sip, enjoying the way the liquor burned her throat on the way down. It was like warmth spreading through every tip of her body. "Well, that takes me back," she said, licking her lip of the taste before toasting him with the glass. "Good choice."
She didn’t look like a woman who’d ever drank unmixed bourbon or whiskey or any of the hard browns. She looked like a pink frou-frou drink woman, or a fine wine woman. Kane looked vaguely amused when she took a sip, noting that she didn’t try to toss it back and impress him or something. That was good, because he found that sort of bullshit annoying. Maybe it was arrogant to think she cared at all what he thought, but she had plunked her fine ass down next to him and started talking, so what else was he supposed to think? He lifted his own glass to tink it against hers. “I know,” he replied, smirking faintly before he took a swallow himself. Kane’s eyes swept down over the woman’s upper body before coming back to his face. “What’s your usual first choice?”
In general, Brianna didn't really care what this man thought of her beyond whether or not he found her attractive and wanted to help her let off some steam. But she also knew she couldn't walk into the Back Porch and ask for their fine wine menu, especially with a Lucas behind the bar. She would either get scowled or grunted at, depending on who it was at the time. Brianna sipped her drink again, aware of his eyes on her, and that was fine. Welcomed, even. Her clothes were casual but flattering, designed to draw the eye. This wasn't her first time searching for someone to step outside of her marriage with. Sometimes she wished she didn't have to, or want to, but James had drawn that line first, so it was what it was. Placing the glass on the bar top, Brianna looked at him with a slightly flirtatious tilt to her lips. "That's generally dependent on where I am, and who I'm with. Occasionally I take into consideration what it is I want when I drink. I realize that probably sounds like I overthink something as simple as ordering a drink, but it works for me."
“I see,” Kane murmured, lifting his glass to his lips again. He kept looking at the woman, studying her. She definitely seemed interested in something more than a drink, even if she wasn’t being overt about it. No classy woman came into a place like this without an ulterior motive, and she didn’t seem to be waiting for anybody or focused on the guy behind the bar or anything. Was he being picked up? He’d noticed the glittery wedding rings on her left hand, and Kane decided she was probably pissed at her husband for something. Not that he cared, it wasn’t his business. He finished the amber liquid in his glass, set it down, licked his lips, and twisted to face her more, leaning casually against the bar. Kane tilted his head at her slightly. “You seem like a woman who knows what she wants, so ... what does ‘I’ll have what he’s having’ indicate?”
Brianna was pissed at her husband, but that just seemed par for the course these days. And she didn't know how else to deal with everything burning inside of her, magic and otherwise. Picking up a stranger for a few hours seemed like a good idea, even if it probably wasn't the healthiest option. If a healthy option even existed. It didn't matter. Because he was right. Brianna was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she rarely had trouble getting it once she set her mind to it. So she kept her fingers on her glass, not at all caring that she still wore her wedding ring. Sometimes that made this easier, when a man knew she was married, as that generally meant this was not going to be complicated, and Brianna had found that most men enjoyed uncomplicated sex. Brianna studied him with an arched brow, not feeling at all demure or reserved. This guy didn't seem like the type who appreciated faux modesty. That was probably why she chose him tonight. "It indicates that I want to know what kind of liquor you enjoy, as that generally gives me an idea of how you might be in bed." It was forward and to the point, and all Brianna could do was hope he appreciated it instead of making her work for it some more.
Kane gave a little huff and smiled, momentarily bright. That was bold, he liked it. She wouldn’t be the first married woman Kane took home for a night, and she likely wouldn’t be the last. He rarely stuck around anywhere long enough to catch heat from angry husbands, and he knew if he ever did, he could handle himself. He knew he would be in Point Pleasant longer than usual, and news traveled fast in a small town, but Kane wasn’t concerned. Before he answered, Kane leaned to one side a bit to pull out his wallet. He pulled out enough cash to cover both their drinks and tossed it on the bar. “Just so happens, I got a variety of liquors right close to a bed,” he said, his eyes sweeping down over her again, slower this time. “If you’re interested in learning more.” If they were on the same page, why beat around the bush, so to speak? Even if this classy woman was a boring fuck in the sack, she was still an opportunity to get laid, which was something he hadn’t done in quite a while now.
If there was anything in this town this man didn't need to worry about, it was an angry husband. James knew what she did, just as she knew what he did when he was out of town. He wasn't a jealous person, even if she sometimes wished he were. But they had been married long enough to know he wouldn't change, and it was on nights like these that she was glad for it. There was nothing quite like the kick of arousal and adrenaline when she found someone interesting. Brianna watched him pay for her drink and she found she didn't even care that she hadn't finished it. Instead she picked up her purse and shifted her body towards his. "It just so happens that I'm a hands on learner," she replied with a soft smirk. "Do you want to drive?" Brianna could just get a taxi or rideshare back to the bar for her car when they were through. She honestly wasn't concerned about any of that right then. She was just starting to feel restless, ready to forget who she was for a couple of hours.
Kane hadn’t doubted her intentions, but it was still a little thrill to be right, and know that sex was in his near future. A married woman obviously out of her twenties probably had her birth control and STI testing taken care of too. Not that he was going to push for no condom, but hey, if she really wanted to get crazy, Kane wasn’t opposed. He just hoped she didn’t get to his shabby motel room and change her mind. He smirked back at her and stood up, then offered her a hand for some unnecessary ‘help’ off of the stool. “I will happily drive, if you don’t mind leaving your car,” he told her. Kane would bring her back to it if she wanted, or she could call for a cab or whatever. He just enjoyed being in charge of his own transport.
"I don't mind." Brianna assured him. She took his hand to let him help her down from the stool. She liked the feel of his hand. Firm grip, some rough spots on his palms. It was easy to imagine how they might feel on her naked body. Already her pulse was starting to quicken. It was exhilarating in a reckless kind of way, considering she didn't know this man, and who the hell knew where they were even going. There was a small element of danger, and that just served to fuel her craving for it. Gods, she just hoped he wasn't a dud in bed, or disappointing in size. It was never fun to have mediocre sex and then have to drive home and masturbate in the bathtub. Brianna nearly asked where he lived as they headed for the exit, but she decided against it, simply to keep some of the uncertainty alive.
Kane let go of her hand to pull his thick pea coat on as they walked to the door, then dipped his fingers into his pocket for his keys. On one level, it was stupid of this woman to go off with a man she didn’t know, but he understood the appeal. Kane knew he wasn’t a threat to her, unless she turned out to be some kind of succubus or some shit, but there was no way for her to know that. He definitely wasn’t going to lecture her about it, her life was her own to risk. Hopefully it would end up worth it for both of them. He didn’t bother to tell her where he was staying, or what his name was. Kane didn’t really want to know hers either. It was better and hotter that way. He stayed silent as he led her to his SUV, then opened the passenger side door for her.
On some level Brianna had a feeling she could protect herself if this went sideways. She didn't have complete control of her magic, but there were times she felt it simmering beneath her skin, desperate to find release. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but... she felt like she could, if she had to. Generally, she felt like she was a pretty good read of people, and while this man might be dangerous, she didn't feel any dangerous vibes being directed toward her. Just interest and attraction and the mutual need to act on it. Brianna had no plans on telling him her name either. Anonymous sex - as anonymous as it could be in a small town like this - always held a certain sort of eroticism to it. And she wanted that desperately tonight. So she got into his car with a murmured thanks and then let herself glance around in a subtle way. She didn't think he was dumb enough to leave any weapons lying around, but the SUV was clean and rather nice. Expensive. While he was rounding the car to climb into the driver's side, Brianna turned off her phone and slipped it into her purse. No distractions tonight. No interruptions.
Kane liked things neat in the first place, but driving strangers around meant he kept his vehicle pretty immaculate. He also wiped it down for fingerprints on a regular basis, just in case he had to ditch it on short notice someday. That was what the spray bottle of bleach in the back was for as well. He climbed in behind the wheel and started the car up, punching the buttons on the dash to get the heat going immediately. Kane glanced over at his pretty passenger as he set his phone on the dash. “You like music?” he asked. Fucking in silence was bearable, driving was less so, but he didn’t want to subject her to any particular genre that would turn her off or anything.
Brianna glanced over at him, a smile playing at her lips. "I do. And I have no preference if you want to turn on something." Point Pleasant was a small town, so she didn't think it would take them terribly long to get to their destination, wherever that might be. As long as he didn't turn on some brain-rattling heavy metal, Brianna could tolerate it. She was feeling itchy and restless, the urge to reach over and start touching him growing stronger, though she kept her hands to herself for the time being. Brianna eyed him with some amusement. "You don't sing, do you?"
Kane tapped his phone to get it connected to the car’s bluetooth and laughed a bit. “Not to anyone I want to fuck, I don’t,” he said, shooting her his own amused look. “Be grateful.” He got a playlist going, one with some classic rock mixed in with some more modern stuff Kane found sexy -- none of it too heavy. He did like loud heavy music, but he knew how to adapt to an audience, especially since he’d been working as a driver. That done, he backed out of the space and started them off toward the edge of town. It was a Thursday and not too late, so he hoped Cherries wouldn’t be packed. It got noisy sometimes, through the motel’s thin walls.
Brianna laughed, unable to help herself. "That's fair." At least he was honest. The music itself was fine. She had a wide range of tastes where it came to music, and it was nice to have something to fill the potential silence in between small talk. Personal details were generally off-topic with men she slept with, and most of them didn't seem to mind it. As they neared the edge of town Brianna realized they were in the vicinity of Cherries, and the motel next to it. She wasn't sure if he was a resident of the motel, or just wanted to fuck her there, and Brianna found she didn't mind either option, if that's where they ended up. It certainly wasn't like she expected to end up at Juniper, and she was all right with it if he had a place of his own but hadn't wanted to take her there. He didn't have a ring on his finger, but that didn't mean he was single.
The shitty little motel was as much home to Kane as every other shitty motel he’d stayed in throughout the country. It had hot water and a bed and a mini-fridge that kept non-perishables cold enough. That most consisted of beer. He was more at home in his car, if he was being honest, but everyone needed a place with a toilet and a sink, so a shitty motel room came in handy. This lady might be grossed out by it, or maybe it would play into whatever dirty fantasy she was fulfilling right now, who knew. Kane didn’t care. He parked the SUV in front of the room he was in and got out to saunter to the door and unlock it. It was shabby, but his personal stuff was neat at least, and military habit had inspired him to make the bed that morning. There was a row of liquor bottles lined along the top of the dresser, and that was where Kane headed first. “More bourbon?” he asked the woman, glancing over with a smirk. “Or something smoother?”
It wasn't the first shitty motel Brianna had visited, and she doubted it would be her last with the way her life seemed to be going lately. The room itself was as neat as she could expect it to be, and given she doubted he expected to be bringing a woman back here tonight, it told her that he was someone who liked things tidy. That was nice too. She set her purse down and began to unbutton her coat to pull it off. "Surprise me," Brianna told him, shrugging out of her coat to set to the side. She thought briefly of the scar still marring her shoulder. James hadn't been able to heal it yet, which was both satisfying - because he was so concerned with his wife being flawless - and bothersome, as Brianna could be quite vain herself, though there was a small part of her that liked the look of it when she studied herself in the mirror after a shower or bath. She supposed she shouldn't be concerned that it would put off a stranger. He was going to get laid, so she doubted some nasty mark on her shoulder would turn him off. They could always turn off the lights if it did. "How long have you been staying here?"
After a brief moment’s thought, Kane poured some rum into one of the plastic cups he had by the bottles and offered it to his lovely guest. He poured a couple of shots of whiskey into a cup for himself and then started stripping off his own outer clothes. “Eh, a week or two, maybe,” he answered the woman’s question, tossing his coat onto the single chair in the room. Kane lifted each boot to quickly unlace it so he could toe out of them. The room was warm enough, thankfully the heater didn’t suck as much as the water pressure. He would probably be looking for something a little more permanent soon, maybe a six month lease on an apartment or something, but Kane was still feeling the place out again. He took a swallow from his cup, eyes on Brianna again. There was more he could say, things he could ask, but idle chatter was contrary to what he thought they both wanted. So Kane finished his drink quickly and moved in closer to the woman. He reached out to rest one hand on her hip, briefly sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. “You kiss?” he asked in a low murmur.
Brianna had slipped out of her shoes as well, well aware that she wouldn't want to have to stop to do it later. She initially took a small sip of rum, just to try it, before taking a much longer drink to warm up her bones again. As she did so, Brianna watched him take off his clothes and boots, feeling her pulse pick up a bit. He was good looking in an unconventional way, and even with his clothes still on, she could tell he had a nice physique. The low-key arousal she had been feeling since leaving the bar with him grew sharper when he approached and touched her hip. Brianna had never been the bored, shy housewife looking for a man outside of her marriage to help her discover her sexuality, and she hoped that wasn't what he was looking for tonight. She knew what she liked, and she knew what she wanted, and frankly, she didn't have the time or patience to pretend otherwise. "Yes," Brianna replied, her lips curving. What a gentleman he was to ask her such a thing. She reached out with her free hand to grip his shirt in her fist. Not too tight, but enough to hold onto him as she drew him down to her mouth. He tasted like whiskey, and she loved it.
Kane wasn’t looking to get slapped -- at least not until things got really hot and heavy -- so asking before he kissed her seemed prudent. Some women didn’t like it, or didn’t like to do it outside their relationship, like it was too intimate or something. Kane always thought that was stupid, so he was glad to hear this redhead was game. He liked making out. Hot arousal slid down the front of him into his cock when she took hold of his long-sleeve black thermal shirt and pulled him in like that. ‘Fiery redhead’ was such a stereotype, but Kane kind of hoped it was true in this case. It had been a long time since he’d gotten to really let loose with someone. Her lips felt good, soft and full and smooth, and Kane didn’t waste any time with chasteness. He slipped both big hands around to her lower back to pull her in against him, then slid them down to cup her ass while they tasted one another.
Brianna was more than aware of the 'fiery redhead' stereotype and it used to irritate her, but now she knew she actually fit the description quite well, and she was slowly learning to embrace it. It wasn't just attitude and passion, but a literal fire that sometimes felt like it wanted to burst out of her. She held it inside as much as she could, only allowing herself to give in to the urge when she was home and alone. The power that came with magic was intoxicating, even if she was still struggling to figure out where it fit in her life. Certainly not here, with this stranger. He was an excellent kisser though, and Brianna moaned against his mouth before parting her lips to taste him on a deeper level. Her fingers tightened in his shirt for a brief moment before she began to tug it up to get it off. While Brianna knew he had a nice body, she wanted to see it bare. It had been a while, but undressing a man was one of her favorite things to do, especially one who got her blood pumping hot as quickly as this man had done.
She was going to be noisy, Kane had a feeling, and that excited him. He’d heard plenty of his temporary neighbors fucking already through these thin walls, and he was happy to repay them in kind. Besides, women being vocal was just hot as hell. Kane let out a soft grunt into the kiss, strong hands squeezing the woman’s ass tighter. She had a nice-feeling body for a married woman, there didn’t feel like there’d been much ‘letting go,’ so to speak. Kane smiled reflexively against her mouth as she started to pull his shirt up. He pulled back and lifted his arms to let her peel it all the way off if she wanted to, never ashamed to show his body. He had plenty of hard muscle and inked skin, and most women liked that, even if some of them had paused over all the Arabic -- amongst other, more esoteric symbols -- that covered his back and ran down the backs of his arms. His tattoos had meaning and served to protect him in his dirty line of work, and he’d grown to like how they looked on him. Kane gave the woman room to look at him as he reached for her own shirt to make things more even.
As soon as he let her go, Brianna set the cup of rum down on the nearest flat surface before sliding his shirt up his body, her gaze roaming over his shoulders and chest. The tattoos were the first thing to catch her eye - Army... a veteran. Or perhaps inactive duty. With his shirt out of the way, Brianna studied his body, itching to touch him, though her hands were busy helping his get her own shirt off. She had buttons to deal with, and she couldn't exactly go home with a torn shirt, as sexy that might be in the moment. He had a couple of scars along his abdomen, and her fingertips itched to touch even as fresh waves of heat pooled between her legs. At least she wouldn't be the only one with a physical flaw, although Brianna didn't really consider his tattoos and scars to be flaws. If anything, she found them insanely erotic. But there was something else to it, and Brianna felt it deep in her core even as her eyes lifted back to his and she shrugged her shirt down her arms, leaving her in her lacy black bra. The feeling was similar to when she was around James, especially now that her magic was awake and constantly buzzing inside of her. This man wasn't a witch, she knew that much. But there was definitely magic around him. How had she not felt it at the bar? She certainly felt it now, and the fire inside of her seemed to grow hotter. Did he feel hers as well? She didn't want to ask, but she searched his gaze for any recognition of it.
Kane had more scars on his back and under his pants, marks from a life almost constantly at war in some form. He didn’t even think about them anymore, especially not in the context of being unattractive. If anything on his body turned anyone off, that was their problem, not his. The woman in front of him had beautiful milky skin, fair and soft looking, and her shirt coming off was like watching a present being unwrapped. She had a scar of her own on her shoulder, but Kane thought that just added to it all. A point of interest. She looked a little flushed in the chest and neck and cheeks, her arousal betrayed by her pale skin, and that just served to turn him on more. His jeans were starting to get uncomfortable. Kane’s brown eyes met hers a few brief times as they roamed over her chest and how good the contrast of black lace looked against her tits. She was staring at him quite intently, but he wasn’t feeling anything beyond lust at the moment. As much as he wished he did, Kane didn’t have a built-in radar for the supernatural. It took work for him to find them, and he had no idea that a witch had picked him at the bar. Kane stepped in to kiss her again, hungrier this time, and let his hands slide over her exposed skin, sides and back and then around to cup and squeeze her breasts through her bra. It would come off soon, but there was always something fun about groping a woman through her clothes.
If he knew she wasn't entirely human, he wasn't letting on that he knew. And that was just fine with Brianna. She couldn't think of anything she wanted to talk about less than what she was, or what he might be. And she wanted to touch him more than anything else, so as soon as his hands slid over her skin, Brianna brought her hands up to his chest, her fingertips pressing into the firm muscle she found there. The magic she felt underneath her fingers seemed to only intensify her arousal and Brianna slid her hands around to his back as he groped her. She could feel marred skin along his back as well and she curled her fingernails in against his flesh, running on pure instinct now than anything else. With her heart beating hard in her chest, Brianna stroked her tongue against his, unable to ignore the animal hunger that had risen in her now. Her hands made their way to his belt to start tugging it apart. Dear gods, however many there actually were, she did not want to be disappointed by what she found in his pants.
Kane had found that anonymity was for the best during encounters like these. There were things he could find out about a partner that he very much didn’t want to know, and he knew none of them truly wanted to know about him. Relationships were pretty much impossible with his way of life -- his duty -- so one night stands were his only source of intimacy. He needed to not fuck this up for himself. The way the woman touched him was incredibly hot, searching and hungry, and the pricks of her nails sent a wave of molten arousal through him. He tried not to be an asshole about it, crossing boundaries always felt shitty afterward, even with women he didn’t know from Eve. But god, when he happened across someone with the same tastes in pleasure? There was nothing like it. Kane felt her hands at his belt, he groaned into the kiss and dragged the woman’s bottom lip between his teeth. Kane slipped one hand up to the back of her neck and then into her hair, flexing his grip for a second just to test the waters.
While it was hard to maintain an anonymous fling in a small town like Point Pleasant, Brianna did enjoy the rare encounters she had with strangers. She had no idea how long this man planned to stick around, and frankly, she didn't really care. He was hers to use for tonight, and that's all she had wanted when she left the house earlier. Her sex life with James tended to run hot and cold, depending on how they were treating each other at the time, but there were certain things she craved that she knew better than to ask him for. Brianna had known just from looking at the man in the bar that he could probably give those things to her, and now she knew it, just based on the way he kissed her, and how his hand tightened in her hair, however briefly. When she opened her green eyes to look at him, her gaze was dark and clouded with arousal. Brianna tugged apart his belt before she got his jeans open and his zipper down. Unwilling, or unable to wait, Brianna slid her hand into his jeans, a pleased sort of smile curving at her lips when she felt him, hard and thick against her palm. Thank god. Then she kissed him again, biting at his lower lip this time and starting to work his jeans down his hips.
Kane had never had any complaints about his cock, he knew he was above average and knew how to use it, but he couldn’t help but be amused at the woman’s reaction when she groped him. She obviously liked what she felt and what they were doing, that much was clear on her face. He grinned back a bit, crookedly, feeling his heartbeat even more solidly in his erection, and then grunted softly at that bite when she kissed him again. People went on and on about consent and contracts and communication, but talking was such a boring turn off. Kane preferred to follow his gut and the way it all naturally played out. He could tell this woman was going to be fun. He pushed at his jeans to help get them down, glad he didn’t have any underwear to deal with, and broke the kiss to get fully out of them and his socks. He was completely naked now, and eager to get her the same way. Kane claimed her mouth once more, nipping as he started to crowd her backward toward the bed. He reached around to undo her bra at the same time, more than ready to feel those breasts against his chest.
It wasn’t too long after Brianna lost her virginity that she discovered talking during sex was a pretty quick way to ruin the mood. At least any kind of talk that wasn't dirty and meant to inflame passion rather than douse it. Simply put, if she didn't like something, she said so. If she didn't want something, she said so. She didn't want, or need, to be coddled by the men she slept with, and occasionally their questions and concerns irritated her so badly she put a stop to the whole thing. Brianna just wanted to fuck and feel good and get on with her life. Was that so much to ask? So she appreciated that this man was focused on what was happening rather than how she was feeling about it. Because Brianna was feeling good and her hands roamed over his body when he was naked and pushing her back towards his bed, pausing only once to get her bra straps down her arms to get rid of it. Her entire body was hot now, full of anticipation and arousal. When was the last time a man had gotten her this wet? He had barely touched her beyond undressing her and kissing her mouth and already she felt like she was dripping. Gods, maybe it had just been a while since she had this kind of mindless experience... or maybe it was the magic she felt around his body, or a combination of both. It didn't matter.
His chest felt solid and warm against her breasts and Brianna moaned again before placing both hands against him to push away. She didn't go far, but sunk to her knees before he could get her onto the bed. With her hands pressed to his abdomen, Brianna didn't hesitate to take his cock between her lips, sliding it into her mouth with a low groan of appreciation. She rarely gave head to her one night stands, but she wanted to tonight, just to feel and taste someone different against her tongue than her husband. It was as much for her as it was for him, something to tease and prolong this before she couldn't stand to wait any longer.
Kane wasn’t verbose by nature anyway, and he found much beyond moans and “fuck”s and “harder”s during sex to be annoying and frustrating. There were so many more ways to communicate, and right then the redheaded woman’s body was telling him plenty. She was flushed and hot, and her nipples were tantalizingly hard when they brushed against his chest. He’d intended to push her onto her back on the mattress to get her pants off, but then she was pushing him and kneeling, and fuck, that initiative was hot. Kane licked his lips as he looked down at her, his eyes dark and hazy before they rolled shut when the woman put her mouth on his cock. That was bold for a one-nighter -- she apparently liked the danger of no protection at least that far, and he was fucking grateful for it. There was nothing more useless than a blowjob through a condom. Her mouth was hot and wet and perfect, and Kane groaned as the thick muscle in his thighs tightened. He slipped his fingers into her hair again, gripping the silky strands firmly this time and guiding her into the rhythm he liked. He wasn’t too forceful about it yet, because then she might stop or try to bite him or something crazy, but he knew exactly what he wanted too.
Brianna knew it could be a stupid thing, giving a stranger oral sex without any kind of protection, but she wanted to do it, and she sure as hell didn't want a condom in her mouth. It was dangerous, but Brianna didn't really care at that moment. Maybe she wanted dangerous. Needed it. He tasted delicious against her tongue and she liked the way his fingers gripped her hair, how his hands guided her. He didn't choke her, thank gods for that, but she had to admit that it gave her a thrill, the way he moved her the way he wanted. Her pussy ached with need and Brianna moaned around his length before she began to suck and lick with an eagerness usually reserved for James when they were feeling overly passionate. Brianna's hands trailed over his abdomen, her nails pressing into his flesh, not enough to leave deep welts or anything, but forceful enough to leave a mark behind as she ran her palms down to his hard thighs, and then back around to his ass. He really did have a gorgeous body, and she loved how it felt under her hands.
She didn’t fight his grip, so Kane didn’t let go, his fingers tightening as the pleasure from her mouth started to ramp up. She may have looked like a snooty well-off lady, but she sure knew how to suck a cock, which was a trait Kane appreciated in people. Especially when that cock was his own. “Fuck that’s so good,” he breathed heavily. His skin goosebumped up in the wake of the woman’s nails, those red marks stinging in such a good damn way. He was starting to feel shaky and overheated, the urge growing in him to snatch this woman up off her knees, rip the rest of her clothes off, and fuck her hard. Kane was fending it off for the moment, just holding tight to her hair. He started to rock his hips, thrusting shallowly in and out between her full lips, wanting more and more of her tongue against his sensitive flesh. “I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy so hard, fuuuuck.”
A soft noise emitted from Brianna when he began to move his hips, but she adjusted quickly, her hands resting on the backs of his thighs now. She let her tongue press against the underside of his cock as he thrust into her mouth and the sound of his voice sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Gods, she could probably slip her hands into her panties right now and get herself off in record time, she was that hot for it. But it was the best kind of exquisite torture to deny it to herself for the time being, mostly because Brianna had a feeling the payoff would be worth it. The intense urge to push him to the edge was there and Brianna relaxed the back of her throat to take him even deeper. She had been giving head since she was fifteen, and she liked to think she had gotten more than a little skilled at it. She didn't like to deep throat every guy, sometimes they were too large, or she wasn't attracted enough to them to even give them oral sex, but Brianna was caught up in her own arousal now, feeling dirty and a little out of control, and she wanted to embrace it, rather than pull away. James knew Brianna fucked around on him. She knew he fucked around on her too. But what would he say if he saw her on her knees in this filthy motel room, her lips sucking on a stranger's rather impressive cock? Lips that she used to kiss him on almost a daily basis. The thought of it all only pushed Brianna further and she groaned in response to it, one hand sliding down to cup his balls and squeeze gently.
All of the touching was nice. Kane wasn’t picky about it, but he enjoyed it when a blowjob-giver did more than just provide their mouth as a wet hole. This woman knew about using her tongue and relaxing her throat and fondling him back. Kane’s balls were getting tighter and heavier-feeling, and he knew he needed to stop soon before he pushed himself too far. He definitely wanted to fuck her, and he wouldn’t get to do it for very long if he let her suck him too long. With another breathy groan, he leaned over a bit and reached down with his free hand to grope and knead one of her tits, loving the soft weight against his palm. Kane pinched at her nipple, watching her pretty lips slide up and down his shaft for another minute or two. Gods, he hoped she was ready. Finally the heat in his stomach got restless enough and he released her hair and breast and pulled his hips back to free his cock. Kane took hold of her upper arm to ‘help’ her to her feet. “Condom?” he asked in a low growly murmur. He would skip it if she was game, he just wanted to know so he didn’t waste any time.
Brianna would have gladly stayed on her knees for a while longer, but she appreciated that he didn't let himself go. She enjoyed herself, but she was also selfish enough to want her own pleasure, and she knew that wasn't likely to happen if he got off before she managed to even unbutton her pants. As she got to her feet, she licked her lips, still tasting him there. She liked it too. Her eyes were clouded with impatient arousal and Brianna began to work on getting her pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Condom. She needed him to use one, because that was the responsible thing to do. Not because of potential pregnancy, no Brianna had that more than covered, but who knew if he was clean or not. Although was she going to worry about that now after having his cock in her mouth? Instead of rational thought, Brianna thought about driving home with this man's cum leaking out of her, and how satisfying that would feel for so many reasons. What on earth was wrong with her? "No," she breathed with a small shake of her head. If he wanted to know if she was on birth control, she would tell him, but Brianna was more focused on getting her pants and panties off now, wanting to be naked and lost in mindless pleasure. Fuck it. For once she was going to think about nothing but herself. No husband, or kids, or anything. This was for her, and only her.
A brief grin crossed Kane’s face. No condom, caution to the wind. He knew it was stupid not to wear one for a myriad of reasons, but he didn’t want to, so he was happy with her answer. Wanting to assist her like she’d done for him, Kane crouched in front of her, his hard cock bobbing between his thighs, and tugged the woman’s pants and underwear down her legs so she could step out of them. It saved a little awkward maneuvering, and the view from down there was sweet. He was upright a second later though, and pulled her in against him to kiss her again. Kane wasn’t going to spend long on it, but damn if her bare body didn’t feel incredibly good against his, his cock caught against her pale smooth stomach. He could taste a bit of himself on her tongue, but that didn’t bother Kane one bit. His rough hands slid down to grip her ass for a few heartbeats, then he slapped one side of it and broke the kiss. “Get on the bed, on all fours,” Kane murmured. She could challenge him if she didn’t like being bossed around, but at the moment he was focused just on getting his cock inside of her.
There was a time and a place for bossing, and being bossed, and Brianna was willing to let this man tell her what to do for the time being. Frankly, her body was in control now, her lips a bit swollen from his kisses and her nipples tight and aching, not to mention how insanely wet she was between her legs. The skin of her ass stung in a sharp, pleasant way when he slapped it and Brianna pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to suck on for a brief moment before she turned toward the bed to do as he said. It was an erotic position, but also a somewhat vulnerable one. That was okay. If Brianna thought this man intended to hurt her, she wouldn't have come here with him, and honestly, she felt in tune with her magic enough to believe she could do something about it if he did. Brianna got onto her hands and knees, arching her ass up a bit, figuring he would get her into whatever position he needed. But gods, he needed to hurry before her impatience boiled over.
Gods, that was a sight that never got old. Kane didn’t discriminate much when it came to sexual partners, he’d swung all sorts of ways in his life, but there was something incredibly hot about a woman’s curves when she was on her hands and knees. It appealed to the most primal part of him, and that part was loud. Kane just admired her body for a second, then hooked his arm around her hips to pull her and her knees closer to the edge of the bed. He wanted to be standing while he fucked her, it was better leverage. Impatient himself, Kane took hold of his cock and rubbed it against her pussy, groaning deep in his throat at how wet she was. She really did want it, didn’t she? It made him want to get her number so they could do this again sometime. He tapped the head of his cock against her slit, then lined their bodies up and thrust into her in one quick motion. The pleasure was sharp and immediate, and his breath caught, both hands moving to grip her hips.
Brianna bit into her lower lip again when he moved her, but as soon as she felt his cock pressing against her heat a soft sigh of pleasure that escaped her grew sharp with that first thrust and Brianna moaned loudly, her fingers curling against the blanket tight. Fuck, but it felt good. Having sex with a new man was always a thrill. The way they touched and kissed her, the way their cocks felt buried deep. It was an exhilarating experience, the kind she rarely experienced at home anymore. She was a wife and mother now, and her priorities there had shifted. But not tonight. Gods, she hoped he bruised her. Hoped James saw it. Her pussy seemed to throb around him in time with her pounding heart, and Brianna pushed back against him, unable to stay still now that the pleasure with flowing so acutely through her body.
Her body felt amazing around him, slick and hot and tight, and Kane was happy all over again that she didn’t want him to wrap up for this. It would’ve been a tragedy to get so close to this feeling and not get it. Kane’s fingers dug into her hips, his breathing heavy and deep as he slowly drew his cock out of her and thrust back in, relishing that exquisite feeling for a moment. “Goddamn,” he exhaled. Kane squeezed her ass extra hard and then brought his palm down on it again, a flash of heat radiating in his hand. He started building into a rhythm, pushing his cock in deep with every thrust. She looked gorgeous stretched out in front of him, a pink handprint emerging on her pale ass, all her curves leading up to that red hair. He didn’t know who she was, didn’t remember her from living in town before, but he knew he would probably run into her again if he stuck around for a while. You couldn’t miss that hair.
Brianna had never been a silent lover, at least not when she was enjoying herself, and she curled her fingers even tighter in the blanket beneath her as her moans grew louder with every thrust of his body. A sharp, strangled sob of pleasure escaped her lips at the stinging feeling of his palm against her skin, but gods did it feel good, sending a delicious shock to her pussy. It was absurd to want some stranger to mark her skin, but she did, and badly. Brianna matched his growing rhythm with one of her own, thrusting her ass back to meet him, desperate to create more friction and pressure. He had an amazing cock and even better, he knew what to do with it.
There was nothing better than an active lover, and Kane thoroughly appreciated that he wasn’t doing all the work. Her pussy tightened and shifted as she moved, adding even more pleasure on top of what he was already feeling. The pressure in his balls was growing, but he thought he was good for a while. Which was a good thing, because this woman obviously wanted a thorough fucking. Kane paused in his thrusts for a moment to let her have control of the pace, his hands dangling by his thighs. The motion and bounce of her ass was mesmerizing. Kane grunted and hummed a bit, moving to stroke his palms over her skin a few times as she fucked herself on his cock, noting how hot the area was where he’d spanked her. Kane cracked his hand down on the other side to even things out, enjoying the way the thick muscle jumped.
The fact that he was allowing her to use him as she pleased for those few moments was not lost on Brianna. And so she was solely focused on her own pleasure, panting softly as she worked herself on his cock. If she just reached down to rub her clit, she would probably come in seconds, but Brianna wanted to draw this out, to get so close to the edge of release that it skirted the thin line between pleasure and pain. Of course, the sharp sting of his palm against her ass again pushed her even closer to it and Brianna cried out, lifting her face up toward the ceiling. It wasn't the first time a man had spanked her during sex, though it had been a good long while since she had been with a man who would do it without her asking. "Do it again," she breathed, once the initial pain dulled into a gratifying ache.
She hadn’t told him not to after the first time, so Kane had assumed it was something she liked. She confirmed that for him with the noise she made, and her demand for more put a sly smile on his face. “You’re a dirty bitch at heart, ain’cha,” he murmured, his voice low and gravely. Kane almost asked her if her husband fucked her like this at home, but that was always a risky tack to take with a married woman. He didn’t want to turn her off, she was so wet and enjoying herself. He didn’t need an answer anyway -- a woman like this obviously wasn’t getting what she needed at home. He rubbed his hand over the reddening spot before he brought it down again, harder this time. A satisfying jolt ran up his arm, and he pumped his hips forward right after in several hard, deep thrusts. Groaning as a fresh wave of pleasure ran through him, Kane leaned over, his bulk pressing against her back and his hands moving to grope her tits while he bit into the top of her shoulder and ground his cock into her.
It was smart on his part not to ask her about her husband. When Brianna was with another man, she did occasionally think of James, though rarely in a positive light. Being angry with him, at least when she was fucking another man, seemed to heighten the pleasure for her. And right now she just wanted to be lost in the moment and pretend all of her other responsibilities and obligations didn't exist. It was easy to do with each stinging slap of his hand and thrust of his hips. Brianna's cries were sharp and unbridled and she reached up to grip his hair with one hand when his teeth sunk into her shoulder. Her hips pushed back to meet his when he pressed deep and Brianna felt her entire body pulsing with maddening pleasure tinged with just enough pain to make her crave more. "That's it," she breathed, wondering if it was possible for her to come without touching her clit tonight. It was a rarity for her, but she'd had a few lovers skilled enough to make it happen.
Kane liked the way she gripped his hair. There wasn’t a lot of it, but this woman had strong fingers, and he relished the tingling waves of pleasure-pain as they raced down his back. His jaw tightened just a bit before he made himself let go -- he didn’t know how she felt about carrying bruises back into her normal life. Kane braced his fists against the mattress, his body still covering hers, and he started to pump his hips faster and harder. There was sweat building between them, making the slapping of their bodies that much louder and their skin slide together deliciously. There was a warning tightness starting up in Kane’s balls, a sign that his edge was in sight, but he still felt in good control. He wanted to make this pretty redhead writhe and scream, even if she had no idea what name to call out. He groaned and panted a few ‘yeah’s and ‘fuck’s in her ear as he pounded into her.
It was always a bit difficult to give as good as she got when she was the one on her hands and knees, but Brianna wasn't going to complain. At least not right now, when everything felt so hot and sweaty and intoxicating. The sting of his teeth leaving her skin seemed to radiate all the way down her spine, leaving her shivering against him. Her body welcomed every hard thrust of his and Brianna curled her fingers tightly in his short hair, clinging as bruising pleasure forced loud, broken sobs from her lips. She was so close to the edge already, straining back against him, desperate for that final push. Brianna wondered when it was that she had last been so thoroughly fucked? At least to the point where she knew she would be feeling it for a while after it ended. But there was more to this, even if he didn't seem to notice, or care. Whatever magic surrounded him was something Brianna could still feel, and it only served to intensify the pulsing pleasure inside of her, like some kind of aphrodisiac. Whatever it was, she could feel it when her orgasm slammed into her, throbbing rhythmically in her core as she cried out.
It had been a while for Kane period, but even longer since he’d gotten to fuck someone like this. It wasn’t all he could give, he’d let himself maybe halfway off his leash, but it was still more leeway than he’d felt like he had for a while. Letting completely loose would likely get him arrested, so he was going to enjoy this intensity while he could. The woman underneath him seemed to be enjoying it. He fucked her hard and fast, drinking in the music of her cries, until he felt her start to clench around him. Kane only slowed down a little bit, groaning as he sank his teeth into her shoulder again. His body wanted to come too, because fuck if she didn’t feel so fucking good as she climaxed around him, but Kane held back on it, clenching his groin just as he clenched his jaw. He wasn’t done fucking her yet. He rode out her orgasm with her, waiting until it seemed mostly over before he slowed to a stop and straightened up with a little groan, his groping hands on her ass again for a moment. “You should ride me,” he said with a half-grin at her back. Kane slipped one hand between their bodies to brush his fingers against her swollen clit. “If you think you can.”
Brianna's entire body was damp with sweat, both her own, and his. She was still shivering, throbbing around his cock when she felt his fingers at her sensitive clit. She gasped even as a laugh caught in her throat both at the sharp sensation and his suggestion. He probably hadn't meant it as a challenge, but that's how Brianna took it. And she had always loved a challenge. She was secretly thrilled that he hadn't just let go when she had. Some lovers had the decency to wait until she climaxed before they did and it generally didn't take very long after for it to happen. Great lovers held back, whether to prolong the pleasure for themselves or to assure her at least one more orgasm before they got there themselves. She honestly didn't care which one it was for him. Maybe he just had more stamina than some of the men in this town. Lucky her. "Get on your back," Brianna breathed, looking back over her shoulder just a bit. At least riding him meant she got to touch him now.
Kane wasn’t tired yet, it took a lot more vigorous fucking to wear him out, but he was ready to be a little lazy. There was a bit of challenge in the suggestion, and it amused him that the woman was going to rise to it. She might be shit on top, but she would be easy enough to put on her back when the time came if he needed to. Maybe she could get herself off again too. He flashed her a grin and smacked her ass once more before he pulled out and backed away. Kane stood up for a moment to pick up the cup he’d abandoned to drain the last swallow of liquor out of it, then returned to the bed. He fluffed up the pillows a bit and then flopped onto his back, stretching out with his eyes on the woman and all her pretty creamy skin. His cock was still soaked with her juices, so Kane gave it a stroke or two while she got into position.
Her body felt the loss when he pulled away from her, but Brianna knew it would only be for a few moments. Strands of damp hair had stuck to her forehead and the sides of her face, so she pushed them back before brushing her hair behind her shoulders as Kane returned to the bed. She had imagined driving home after a quick fuck somewhere and soaking in a hot bath, but now she was thinking she might need to use his shower first if she didn't want to walk through her front door sweaty and stinking of sex. Amazing sex. And he looked damn fine on the bed waiting for her, his cock still at attention, all of those muscles and tattoos tinged with magic. Brianna licked her bottom lip before straddling his lap. She didn't take him inside of her yet, but pushed his hand away from his cock to curl her fingers around it herself. He was still slick and Brianna stroked him for a moment before she shifted her hips to guide him into place. Brianna reached out to press her hand against the cheap headboard as she sunk down on his length, groaning deep in her throat at the fresh waves of pleasure that surfaced inside of her. "Fuck," she breathed, her head falling back on her neck. Maybe she could get off again before he did. Wouldn't that be nice.
When she nudged it away, Kane moved his hand up to one of her tits, his dark eyes sweeping down over her. She looked damn good upright too, even though Kane was pretty sure she’d had at least one kid. Not that he gave a shit, he’d fucked much uglier women, and definitely uglier men. He pinched and tugged at her nipple, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip, his free hand stroking against her hip and upper thigh. Kane’s gaze got even hungrier as she shifted in closer, and he lifted his head enough to catch her other nipple in his mouth as she descended around him. The squeeze was tight and sweet and still plenty wet, and he sucked hard at her breast and groaned in the back of his throat. Both hands moved to her hips to pull her down tightly against him, his pelvis flexing to push up deep into all that heat. Fuck, she felt good, even after the relaxing effects of an orgasm.
After having each of her three kids, Brianna had worked her ass off to stay in shape. Not only for herself, but for James too. She was far too vain to keep the extra weight, though it was near impossible to be completely back to her pre-Trip body. But Brianna didn't mind the softness that lingered. She had never had any complaints about her body, and this man seemed to be enjoying it as much as the others had. His mouth was hot and hungry around her breast and Brianna moaned as she slid her hips forward slowly before gliding back to take him deep again. She couldn't keep the lazy pace for long and Brianna finally straightened above him, both hands pressing into his chest now, her hips finding a smooth, but firm rhythm as she rocked over his body. She loved feeling the muscle beneath her fingertips, the way his body moved under hers. She may not have known his name, but he was sexy as hell, and having his eyes on her body as she fucked him only made it feel that much better.
She definitely knew what she was doing up there, and Kane’s eyes opened again as his head fell back against the pillow. She looked hot as fuck, from the way her breasts pushed together to the curves as her hips rocked to the obvious pleasure on her face. He liked how she braced herself on his chest, and Kane flexed his pecs under her hands, partly to show off and partly because every muscle he had felt tense with pleasure now. The pace the woman was setting was good, steady but not too fast and intense -- she seemed to want to make this last as much as Kane did. It was fucking perfect. His hands roamed restlessly over her body as his breathing got heavier and more full of moans, before his fingers pinched at both of her nipples. He couldn’t stay still, it felt too good, so his hips rocked under hers with growing need.
His hands felt so good on her skin, and she liked that he wanted to touch her, rather than just grabbing her hips to guide her. It made her feel desirable, which was something she craved when she was taking a night for herself. Her breath hissed from between her teeth when he pinched her nipples, but it felt good and added a sharper layer to all of the sensations rushing through her body. Brianna moved with the rocking of his hips, pushing back and down to his cock when she felt him thrust upward. Moaning, she pressed her manicured nails into his skin, drawing them down his chest before she let go and reached back to grip his thighs. Brianna leaned back, changing the angle just enough that his cock hit a delicious spot inside of her. Gods it felt good and Brianna was finding it difficult now to keep the slower pace when she craved another release.
Her nails put hot, stinging stripes down Kane’s chest and it just made everything else feel even better. The change in angle when she leaned back was incredible, and Kane’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his hands sliding down to her hips. Fuck, that extra pressure on the head of his cock was so fucking delicious. Slow was good if he wanted to last, but suddenly it was too slow, too torturous. “Fuck, baby,” he gasped, his core flexing as he thrust up into her with growing need. She sounded like she was still feeling good, like maybe she would get another orgasm, and Kane definitely wanted to feel that again if he could. He slipped one hand over to brace it against her mound as she moved, his thumb finding her clit to rub. Kane wanted to come with her pussy throbbing around him, and the tightness in his balls told him he needed to go for it if the timing was going to be right. “Come on this fat dick, you little slut,” he breathed, his eyes intense on her face.
There was a time and a place for dirty talk, and Brianna had to be in the right mood and with the right man to truly enjoy it during sex. Tonight the proper stars had aligned and she felt her arousal spike at the filthy words. The combination of his voice, and the thumb pressing against her clit, made it impossible not to shiver above him as she began to rock her pelvis harder, her entire body feeling unbearably hot as it began to unravel. Brianna desperately wanted to come again and she locked eyes with the man beneath her, as turned on by his gaze as she was everything else. Her fingers dug harder into the muscle of his thigh, and Brianna brought her other hand down to cover where he was working her clit. She had no hesitation in pressing his thumb more firmly, needing just a little more pressure to really get her going. "Like that," she breathed, the words ending on a moan. "Don't fucking stop."
Who stopped in moments like these? Chumps who couldn’t hold their load, maybe. Kane was fast becoming one of those chumps, because goddamn it was hard to keep a hold on himself, especially when the woman riding him relentlessly was so obviously close. He definitely wasn’t going to make her stop for him, that was for damn sure. He could keep fucking her for a minute or two after he came anyway, that should be all she needed. Kane bared his teeth in something that wasn’t really a smile, his thumb pressing and rubbing harder against her clit. Impulsively, he reached up with his other hand and closed it around the woman’s throat. Kane didn’t push with his palm much so she could still breathe, but he gripped hard with his fingers on the sides of her neck, hoping that was some dirty shit she liked too. “C’mon, come for me,” he said through his teeth. His movements under her got more forceful as Kane started to peak himself, his breath hitching as he swelled inside of her and his rocking body shuddered hard.