Who: Brianna and Kane When: sometime, Monday, June 18th Where: Juniper Inn Warning: NSFW Status: Complete
It started out a rainy, shitty day that made Kane feel like he was trapped in his apartment. It was a stupid way to feel, because who gave a shit about rain? But he was restless and agitated until the weather cleared up some. Then he went out for a run that turned into bouts of sprinting in an attempt to burn off some excess energy. He couldn’t put a finger on what was going on with him, he just wanted to do something physical. When he got home, it was weights, but even that didn’t seem to wear him out the way he wanted.
It was late afternoon when he turned to his phone. He’d seen Red pretty recently, but as soon as she crossed his mind, Kane couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her at the party, only a wall and some darkness between them and her husband. Given the way he was feeling, he wanted to track her down, find her house, fuck her in her own space, wipe his dick on her husband’s pillow, maybe take a piss in his shoes, mark territory like an animal. It was probably fucked up, but when had he ever claimed to not be that?
busy? was all he could manage to focus enough to text her. If she was unavailable, Kane was going to shower and hit up a bar, because he needed something today, and he felt compelled to find it.
Brianna was somewhat surprised when her work phone buzzed with a text from Owen. Friday hadn't been that long ago after all but she would have been lying if she said she hadn't felt a thrill when she saw his name on her screen. James was out of town for work today so she wasn't busy at all. Even if James had been home, she might have found an excuse to leave the house for a while.
I can make time for you, she texted back, already standing to head upstairs and change. same place? Brianna assumed they were meeting at Juniper again, which was fine with her. Maybe she would even pay for the room this time.
It took Kane a minute to remember where that place was, and he got halfway through a message telling her to just come to his apartment before he stopped himself. His blood already felt hotter, pumping faster, but he couldn’t let it turn him into a fucking idiot. Kane erased what he’d written and stood up, his thumbs moving as he headed toward the bathroom. yeah. 30 mins? he sent back before he set his phone down on the counter to strip his sweaty clothes off. He could get a quick five minute shower in, throw on some clothes and be at Juniper in about that much time, he was pretty sure.
Thirty minutes was plenty of time for Brianna and she sent back a quick affirmative message before tossing her phone on her bed to change. Since this wasn't an unplanned run-in like the party Friday night, Brianna opted for some sexier undergarments, even though she knew she wouldn't be wearing them for very long. But she found men had always liked lace. After a moment of deliberation, she dug around in her drawer and found her black lingerie and garter belt. Why not give him a treat. When she finished getting ready, she slipped a simple summer dress over her body and shoved her feet into her heels. Ophelia and Sebastian were out doing who knew what and she wasn't worried about them coming home to look for her.
Driving to Juniper didn't take terribly long and she parked in the back next to a pick up truck that would mask her car from the road. She wasn't really worried about anything spotting her car, or even seeing her enter the inn, but it never hurt to be a bit cautious.
She didn't see Owen's SUV yet so Brianna walked inside, paid for a room and sent him a text to knock on room number 3.
Kane put much less thought into his clothing, he just skipped the boxers and threw on some jogging pants and a t-shirt that hugged his bulky frame. Easy-off clothes. He tried not to speed toward Juniper, thinking that being pulled over by one of these small town pigs would turn into A Problem for him today. Kane didn’t want problems. He wanted to scratch that intense itch in his brain and body -- he’d toed the line of addiction to various substances once or twice in his life, and this was what that felt like, only it wasn’t a craving for coke this time.
Brianna’s final text buzzed his phone as he was pulling into Juniper’s parking lot, and Kane’s groin gave a needy throb as he read it. He was dimly grateful that he didn’t have to deal with the front desk girl, and Kane strode through the lobby with purpose and headed straight for room 3. It was tempting just to try and open the door himself, but he rolled his shoulders and gave a quick firm knock instead.
Brianna had tugged the curtains shut just as Owen knocked on the door and she took a moment to pull her dress up her body, leaving it discarded on the chair in the corner of the room. She left her heels on because she knew damn well how men were visual creatures. Smoothing her hair down over her shoulders, Brianna crossed to the door and glanced quickly through the peep hole to make sure it was Owen. She smirked at the sight of him before unlocking the door and pulling it open to greet him. Arching a brow, Brianna ran her gaze over his body. "I would say you're a little overdressed." It was a tease of course, but she liked that he showed up in clothes that would be a bit easier to take off than what she happened to be wearing. But that was part of the fun.
Kane already felt like pouncing on her as soon as she opened the door, but the vision that greeted him was unexpected and fucking fantastic. His dark eyes widened a touch as he stood there for a few heartbeats and drank in the sight of her looking like a damn lingerie model. They both knew that she didn’t have to put in that kind of effort for him, and the fact that she had triggered that possessive horny animal inside of him even harder. It took real effort for Kane not to straight up tackle Red backward onto the floor, and he took a deep breath as he stepped in closer to join her inside the room. “Over or under? I left my lace at home,” he muttered. Kane reached for her hips to pull her in against him as soon as the door was closing behind him, already half hard in his loose pants.
"Definitely over," Brianna said, already slipping her hands under his t-shirt to slide the material up his body. Her fingers pressed into his hard flesh, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath her palms. His building arousal was evident pressed against her and Brianna smiled at the feel of it before nipping at his chin with her teeth. This was the perfect way to spend a Monday afternoon and she was looking forward to expelling all of her pent up energy before having to return home. Memories of Friday night, and the rest of her encounters if she was being honest with herself, were fresh in her mind, already getting her blood pumping with warm arousal.
The teeth on his skin made him want to growl, and Kane felt his usual self-control slipping further out of his grasp. Red came back for more of him because the pleasure was always mutual, but damn if he didn’t just want to tear that black lace off of her and start rutting. He had to be patient, it just felt more difficult than usual. Kane lifted his arms so she could peel his shirt off and get rid of it, then gripped her hips again as he walked her backward toward the bed. Fuck, she still had her heels on and everything. Kane tilted his head to get at her creamy neck, kissing her skin briefly before he bit and sucked at her. She smelled so goddamn good, he wanted to bite her all over. “I like this,” he told her, his hands running up the sides of her thighs. Kane hooked one finger into the garter belt to give it a snap.
In the mood she was in now, Brianna probably wouldn't have minded being bitten, though she knew how stupid it was to let another man mark her up. Then again, she had left Owen with bruises before and had always been able to hide them from James. It helped that he was back in his "out of town business" routine. Brianna ran her hands over his bare chest before sliding them down to dip her fingertips inside the waistband of his jogging pants. His skin was already hot to the touch and she was feeling the urge to bite as well. Bite and lick and kiss. She knew in the back of her mind she wanted to wear him out enough that he dozed off for a bit so she could get proper pictures of his tattoos, but that would come later. Right now she just wanted him. "I had a feeling you would," she said, feeling the back of her knees come into contact with the edge of the bed. One hand slipped deeper into his pants, her fingers finding his cock and grazing the length gently with her nails. "I can leave it on for a bit and give you some proper attention."
Kane’s hips flexed forward instinctually at her touch, tingles from her nails shooting straight into his balls. He was achingly hard in what felt like an instant, so stupidly ready for anything Red wanted to give him. It was better that she give it than he take it, Kane reminded himself, but part of him felt like it was pacing and dying to pounce. His hands gripped her ass for a moment and he made an intrigued sound, his teeth briefly sinking harder into her neck. Kane pulled in a deep breath through his nose as he pulled back and took a step backward to give Red some more room. “Give it on your knees,” he murmured, his eyes dark and hot on her face. His hands slid up to squeeze her tits through her pretty bra while they were still in easy reach. Last time they’d been together hadn’t been ideal for any oral exchange, so Kane was eager to feel her mouth again.
Brianna had never been so eager to give a blow job in her entire life, but there was something undeniably erotic about doing it for him. It certainly didn't feel like a chore to her the way it sometimes did with James if they were simply going through the motions. Brianna sunk to her knees in front of him, her hands gripping the waistband of his pants to tug them down to his thighs. He was fully hard for her already which sent a thrilling sense of smugness through her body. Peering up at him through her lashes, Brianna drew the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking firmly. She knew she ought to go slow and give him a show, but she figured she could still let him enjoy the visual while pushing him to the edge a bit. Her hands smoothed themselves over his hips and behind to his ass as she drew him in deeper, relaxing her throat for his size.
Given the way he was feeling, Kane wasn’t sure he had the patience for soft kitten licks and teasing anyway, so the way Red went right for his dick was perfect. It put even more tension in his hips and abs, and he had to fight the urge to thrust deep and start fucking her mouth right away. Kane watched instead, his breathing getting deeper and his fingers delving into Red’s gorgeous hair. Her lips looked so damn good wrapped around his cock, and the way she didn’t hesitate to take him deep made his balls tingle. “Fuck, that’s good,” he whispered. Kane scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and flexed his fingers in her hair. “I keep thinkin’ about Friday night and gettin’ so fucking hard,” he added in a murmur to her. “Look what you do to me, goddamn.”
Brianna moaned around his cock, loving the way his voice caused her pussy to throb. If she hadn't had her mouth occupied at the moment, she would have described to him in detail how she pleasured herself the other night, just thinking about what they had done at the country club. It was the thrill of it, of course. The forbidden situation is what made these moments between them so damn erotic. But Brianna knew it couldn't just be the wrongness of it all. Their sexual chemistry is what kept her coming back. She couldn't remember the last time a man made her this desperate and horny. Just seeing him got her blood pumping and that, more than anything else, was why she was there again and so willing to do whatever he wanted her to do. Brianna ran her fingernails down the backs of his thighs, sucking around his cock harder as she pulled back with an appreciative sound deep in her throat. She understood what she did to him, because he had the same effect on her. Her panties were already damp and it took everything in her not to reach down and start touching herself.
Those sounds she made sent vibrations into his core, making everything tingly and tense, and the feel of her nails sent a little shiver up Kane’s spine. He wanted her to scratch him harder, really dig in, just like he wanted to bite her hard enough to leave a mark. The urge to grab her hair hard and skull fuck her washed over him again, and Kane took his hands off of her for a moment, lacing them behind his head as he looked to the ceiling and took a couple of deep breaths. “Jesus,” he moaned as Red’s tongue hit a particularly good spot. Unable to keep still anymore, Kane dropped one hand to hook it behind Red’s neck, his hips starting to rock. He tried not to go too deep to start with, to test the waters, but his body wanted to move so badly.
Brianna liked that he started to move his hips, that he couldn't keep himself still as she worked her mouth over him. Her nails pressed more firmly into his thighs and she moved her head with his hips, still moaning with each slide of his cock against her lips and tongue. Her body was on fire, aching for touch and friction and who would have thought giving oral sex would have turned her on this much? Certainly, it helped that she could hear his heavy breathing and listen to him curse, which in her mind was more or less a compliment. Brianna began to suck at him more vigorously, enjoying the heaviness of his cock in her mouth and she relaxed her throat to take him a bit deeper.
She didn’t pull back or make a bad noise or a bad face or anything, so Kane took that as an approval of what he was doing. In fact, the sounds she was making were nothing but encouraging, and his balls already felt overfull and tight with pleasure. His other hand joined the first in Red’s hair, and Kane wrapped the strands around his fingers for a better grip. He held her head still and started to pump his hips, grunting deep as the delicious friction of her lips and tongue around his cock moved quicker and tighter. “That’s my girl, fuck yes,” he hissed through his teeth, raptly staring down at where he was fucking her mouth. Kane thrust deeper and faster, until he felt close to the edge, then he abruptly pulled back and released Red’s hair, only to grip her throat with one hand as he dragged in a sharp breath. His other palm itched to slap her, for reasons he couldn’t even name, but he just squeezed instead, his teeth bared. “Get up,” he growled.
The intensity of his thrusts was admittedly a little startling for Brianna, but she recovered quickly, digging her nails into his flesh roughly as she tried to take every inch he pumped into her. Her eyes had begun to water the deeper his cock went and had he been any other man, she probably would have pulled back or bitten him in response. But hadn’t she always sensed a bit of darkness in Owen? She could feel the magic from his tattoos and it wasn’t like they hadn’t gotten rough with each other in the past. If she had been scared, she wouldn’t have kept coming back. Maybe she liked being treated this way every now and then. It was exhausting, always having to put on a certain facade for the people who knew her, especially her husband. For a second she was sure he was going to fuck her mouth until he came so she tried to prepare for it. But then he was pulling away and grabbing her throat and Brianna tried to draw in a breath as a little bit of spittle landed on her lips from where she had been sucking his cock. Looking up at him, fire blazed behind her eyes but she got to her feet, one hand coming up to curl around his wrist, though she didn’t pull his hand away from her throat.
That look in Red’s eyes sent some fire of his own through Kane’s gut, and he felt that urge to slap her again, tighten his grip on her throat, hurt her a little. She would like it, he felt sure. Maybe she would hurt him back, and that thought made his cock jump. He stared back at her, almost challenging, as he shifted his legs to get his pants all the way down to step out of them and nudge them aside. Then he pulled her in closer by the neck to crash their mouths together again, relishing how wet hers was, all that spit built up from sucking his cock like a pro. Kane let go of her throat to reach both hands around to grab her lacy ass, shifting his hips around until his cock was caught between her thighs, pressed up against the heat of her pussy. Kane moaned against her mouth and rubbed against her, even the scrape of lacy material feeling good to him. He bit at her bottom lip, backing her up against the edge of the bed again.
Brianna liked that look in his eyes. It held a sense of danger that woke every cell in her body and set it on fire. Groaning into his mouth, Brianna slipped her arms around his neck, arching her hips to press herself more firmly against his cock. Her clit was already swollen and slick and the friction from her panties sent a fresh surge of arousal coursing through her. The bed was right there again and Brianna released him so she could scoot back onto the mattress, her lips feeling wonderfully swollen and her heart beating like mad in her chest. There was always something sexy about being partially clothed while he was naked, even if her clothing was lingerie. It gave Brianna a small sense of control, like she was in charge even if the heat between them felt balanced. Even now she wanted to bite and mark him up, but that was nothing new. She was always wanting to leave her mark on him somehow. Maybe tonight she would actually do it, because tonight she honestly didn't think he'd care.
Kane watched her get onto the bed, one of his hands dropping to wrap around his cock as he drank in the sight of her. Such a gorgeous woman. Kane had no desire to ever get married, but he couldn’t imagine that he wouldn’t be fucking a wife like that every single day, exactly how she wanted it, to make sure she was satisfied. He wondered when the last time was that she’d worn that outfit for her husband. He licked his lips, his fist moving slowly over himself, his cock still slick from her mouth. “You fuck your man Friday night?” he asked, a tiny smirk crossing his face as he put one knee up on the mattress. He leaned over Red’s legs and reached to snag the sides of her lacy panties to start pulling them down. The garters and stockings could stay, obviously, but he wanted to see her pussy.
Brianna had no idea when it was that she had stopped being able to satisfy James. She knew about his out-of-town dalliances, after all, and sometimes she had to imagine something was happening there that she couldn't compete with. It was why she had begun having affairs of her own, mostly out of spite and revenge than any real desire. This was different, but Owen certainly didn't need to know that. She and James still had sex and more often than not, it was enjoyable. She loved him, even if she sometimes doubted that he still felt the same. Not that James was really someone she wanted to be thinking about right now. Brianna was sure her heart was going to beat its way out of her chest with the way Owen was looking at her and it took a moment for his question to sink in. The dim memory of him suggesting she take James home to fuck him after the fundraiser rose in her mind and Brianna released a breathless laugh even as she lifted her hips a little to help him get her panties off. "Is that something you really want to know?" Brianna asked, leaning back on her hands.
A faint grin crossing his face, Kane nodded and hummed an affirmative sound. He did want to know. Even if it was a lie, he wanted to know whether Red’s husband had found her extra wet that night, if he’d gone down on her and unknowingly tasted Kane’s cum. It made his cock ache to think about. Or, alternatively, he wanted to know if Red hadn’t even wanted to sleep with her man, if she’d been sore and satisfied and hadn’t needed him at all. Once her panties were off and on the floor, Kane lowered himself to his knees at the edge of the bed, hands slipping under her ass to pull her in closer. Regardless of what her hubby did, he was feeling the animal need to taste her. Kane took a second just to look at the beautiful sight of her legs spread open, then dipped his head in to get started, licking her from taint to clit in one big swipe.
"He realized I wasn't wearing any panties," Brianna said before a broken moan interrupted her. His tongue was heaven and Brianna's fingers curled into the blankets as her body shivered in response to what he was doing between her legs. She had to work on controlling her breathing before speaking again. "It drove him crazy. We were barely in the door before he had his cock inside of me." She and James hadn't had sex Friday night but Brianna didn't think there was any reason why she couldn't lie to Owen. He probably just wanted to hear her say yes because it was filthy and he got off on it, and that was just fine with Brianna. "I was already sore from the pounding you gave me at the fundraiser, but the pain felt so good. Fuck." Her head fell back and she couldn't help but move her hips up against his mouth. His tongue was fucking magic, if you asked her. He knew exactly what to do with it and Brianna reached down to run a hand through his short hair before pressing against the back of his head to keep him in place.
Kane didn’t care if it was true or not, it was beyond hot to listen to, especially with his face buried in her pussy. He felt some pre-cum leak out of the tip of his cock and smear on the side of the duvet, and Kane groaned against her. He stroked and flicked at her sensitive folds with his tongue, then sealed his lips around her clit to suck on it, unable to stay very gentle with it all. Red was goddamn delicious, the honey of her arousal filling his senses. He wanted to feast on her. His fingers flexed against her asscheeks when she mentioned the pain feeling good, and Kane grazed his teeth over her clit. He was dying to feel the inside of her, so he moved his right hand to push two fingers into her pussy, moaning again at how wet he found her. He sucked and lapped at her pussy, more than happy to obey that hand on the back of his head.
Panting heavily now, Brianna lifted one hand over her head to grip the blankets there. Her hips moved in time with his tongue and a long moan formed in her throat at the feel of his fingers filling her. The spark had been lit as soon as Owen had put his hands on her and now the fire was consuming her entire body, threatening to explode inside of her. Cursing breathlessly, Brianna arched her hips up, her fingertips pressing firmly into the back of his head. There was a part of her that wanted to keep him down there for the next several hours, pleasuring and worshiping her body until she physically couldn't take it anymore. But the deeper ache inside of her needed to feel the way his cock stretched her body before sending her to dizzying heights of pleasure. Brianna was already on the precipice, so close to falling over. "Fuck! Another finger," she demanded, opening her eyes to look down her body at him.
She was obviously enjoying herself, and Kane drank in every sound and move she made. It felt good to pleasure a woman -- his woman, at least for the moment -- like it satisfied some deep caveman instinct. He felt more in touch with those today than he usually did. Red’s command made him groan, and Kane was happy to do as she said, extending his ring finger as well to slide it inside of her. That tight fit around any part of him was so fucking delicious, and he worked on stretching her open enough to really fuck her with his hand, while his tongue continued to stroke at her clit. He wanted to make her come from down there, push her into exploding at least once before he made her do it again with his cock. Given the way he was feeling today, he wanted a third and fourth and fifth time too. Kane didn’t want her to be able to walk steadily out of that room.
That was exactly what Brianna needed and she arched her back, her toes curling in her heels as she drew her knees up. Her cries left no doubt as to what was going on in Room 3 but Brianna couldn't have cared less. This was where she could drop her guard along with her inhibitions and just experience pleasure without any strings. Owen's fingers were forceful, his tongue the very definition of heaven. When her orgasm slammed into her, Brianna released a strangled sob as her nails dug into his scalp. The intense throbbing in her core overwhelmed everything else and for a second, nothing and no one seemed to exist but herself.
It was fucking beautiful and oh so hot from Kane’s perspective, and he hissed out a ‘yes’ in between flicking her clit. She clenched hard enough to almost push his fingers out, but Kane didn’t let her, keeping up the stimulation through the most intense part of her orgasm before he slowed down a bit. The more they fucked, the more he learned her body and its timing. Kane pulled his mouth back but kept slowly finger-fucking Red as she came down off of that high, murmuring encouragement that she probably couldn’t even hear. His cock was aching where it bobbed between his thighs, and as Red’s body relaxed into aftershocks, he decided it was time for more pleasure for himself. He stood up and pushed her legs up and back a bit, shifting in closer and taking his cock in one hand to rub it against her soaked pussy.
The way his fingers kept moving sent extra shivers down her spine, keeping those aftershocks throbbing in her core. She worked on catching her breath, feeling boneless and satisfied, but not yet sated. When she felt his hands on her legs, Brianna opened her eyes and licked her lips at the sight of him. Still panting, she reached out to brush her hand over his chest and stomach, fingertips pressing into the solid muscle she felt there. The magic from his tattoos was as present as ever but it was the last thing on her mind at the moment. Her hips lifted and she wiggled herself against his cock, more than ready to feel him buried inside of her.
That was an invitation if he’d ever felt one, and Kane didn’t make her wait. He angled his hips right and thrust his cock into her in one smooth motion, a deep groan escaping him. Despite being vigorously fingered, her body was right and hot around him, and it felt fucking divine. Kane kept his hands braced against the backs of her thighs, holding her down with some of his upper body weight, and he started rocking his hips in long, slow strokes. He watched his cock spread her open and disappear inside of her over and over, almost hypnotized for a few moments. It scratched that most basic carnal itch inside of him ... or at least it started to. As the pleasure started to build again, Kane’s thrusts began to speed up as his body demanded more.
Her back arched from the bed at that first delicious thrust and Brianna moaned, feeling sensitive in all of the right places. As satisfied as he always left her, there were times where Brianna never felt like it was enough. Like she could somehow spend all day fucking him and just continue to want more of it. It was the kind of sexual chemistry that was impossible to fake and she was eternally glad that she had agreed to let this be a "thing" so many months ago. Panting, Brianna ran her hands up his arms and then down his chest again, still wanting to touch him as much as she could. The tattoos and the scars, all of it served to turn Brianna even more, which was probably a touch odd as she had always preferred her men to be unblemished. But Owen's body was gorgeous and she wished she could just bite and lick him all over in appreciation.
The way she continually touched him stoked Kane’s fire even more and his hips pumped faster and harder. He felt like he wanted to push even deeper inside of Red’s body than his cock could reach, just fully invade and consume her from the inside, make her completely his, fill her up with his seed and get her pregnant -- they were all crazy thoughts, not things he ever usually wanted, but they were filling up his head at the moment. He gave another low muttered curse and spread his feet a bit wider. He was still standing, and even though fucking Red was feeling amazing, he still wanted more. Kane pulled out and reached for her body, slipping his hands under her ass with her thighs braced against her arms. “Hold onto me,” he mumbled. Once Red had her arms around his shoulders, Kane lifted her off the bed and stood upright. She wasn’t a tiny woman, but the muscle strain was exactly what he needed. Kane lowered her enough to push his cock inside of her again, then started to bounce her against him, his expression stony with concentration.
Brianna clung to Kane's shoulders, her fingernails pressed firmly into his flesh while fresh sparks of pleasure began to pop down her spine at the sudden change in position. There was something undeniably erotic about the way Owen picked her up and held her. She wasn't some weightless, petite woman but he made it seem effortless nonetheless. His cock seemed to delve even deeper and gods, Brianna just wanted more of him. Brianna had never thought that sex addiction was a legit thing but she was starting to think that she had been wrong. Except she was just addicted to this. Already she felt like she could come again. "That's it," she moaned, pressing her lips to his jaw where she nipped at his skin with her teeth. "You fuck me so good."
There was effort involved, whether it showed or not, but it was effort Kane wanted to give -- no, it felt more like a need today. He’d already tried to run and weight lift off that excess energy, but this was apparently what he’d really needed -- his body burning with work and pleasure both. Red was tight around his cock and the way her nails dug in felt incredible, and Kane was riding high on a sense of complete control over both of them. His hands were gripping her ass tight as he moved them together, Red’s words spurring him on. He wanted her to come again, wanted them both exhausted and spent at the end of this ... it just seemed like it was going to take a while to get there. His arms and shoulders were burning, but he still felt like he could do this for hours. Kane grunted some sort of answer, fucking into her faster and harder, his teeth clenched.
Brianna's breathing was harsh and shallow and her body was becoming damp from sweat, despite it being Owen who was doing most of the physical work. His cock driving into her over and over again was pushing her higher. Intoxicating was the only word she could think of to describe it and Brianna felt like she was drunk on the pleasure that was soaring through her. When she felt her second orgasm starting to build and intensity, Brianna worked herself on his cock as much as her position would allow, strained cries starting to escape her. She was desperate for it now, a litany of curses on her lips until she was begging for it. "Please." It came out almost like a whine but then she was there, overcome by the release that finally throbbed through her. It wasn't as sharp as her first orgasm but goddamn, it felt just as intense.
It was harder to hold onto her when she was moving, but Kane managed, and it even felt good to have a body pushing against his own. Besides all of the other goddamn good feelings going on, of course. He hadn’t really expected to make Red come again, especially from this position, but before he knew it she was ramping up and begging and then clenching around his cock. He made some strained sounds himself, keeping Red impaled on his dick while she went off, his heavy-lidded eyes drinking in her blissful expression. Gods, she was fucking sexy. How was her husband not fucking her every hour of the day? It didn’t make sense to Kane. He wasn’t terribly patient through this climax -- once the first wave seemed to be over, he lowered Red back down to the mattress with a grunt and stepped back, rolling his shoulders. “Turn over,” Kane directed, his voice low and gravelly. He wanted to fuck her from behind now, where he could really pound one out.
Brianna barely had time to even begin to recover from her climax when Owen was setting her down again. She was panting, her pussy still throbbing even as he pulled back from her. But despite having already come twice, Brianna knew she could take more from him. Even if she didn't get there again, it was still going to feel amazing. Brianna obeyed his direction without any hesitation, rolling onto her stomach and quickly bringing her knees beneath her to lift her lower body in the air. Reaching behind her, she ran her hands over her ass, spreading herself for him. There was no reason to go limp like a dead fish now that she was pretty sure she was spent. Brianna still intended to make it good for him.
Fuck, what a sight she was. Kane watched her reposition, and his cock jumped with eagerness as Red displayed herself so deliciously. He let out a soft curse and stepped forward, running his hands over the curves of her ass, squeezing tight here and there. Unable to help himself, he crouched down for a moment to bury his face in her again, tongue lashing at her clit and folds while he groaned deep in his throat. She tasted like both of them, and it was hot as fuck. Kane didn’t linger there long, a moment later he was on his feet again and pushing his cock into her heat once more. The change in angle made everything even more tight, and he gave a deep groan as he filled her completely again. Gripping her hips, Kane started to thrust, staring down at her delectable curves, enhanced by the garter belt she was still wearing.
Brianna's toes curled in her heels again at the feel of his tongue licking along her clit. Sex generally rejuvenated Brianna but she had a feeling that she was going to be exhausted by the time they were finished. Given how amazing it felt, that was more than all right with her. Stretching out and lounging against his naked body was just as appealing as this was. Owen never demanded anything of her, never pushed her to talk, nor did he usher her out the door as soon as the sex was finished. It was as close to a perfect arrangement as Brianna could hope for. And as soon as Owen had pushed inside of her again, Brianna gripped the blankets in front of her, rocking back to meet his thrusts, soft moans escaping her with every movement. Despite having come twice already, it still felt so fucking good.
On a normal day, Kane probably would’ve blown his load already, but today his body felt insatiable for some reason. Kane didn’t have the presence of mind to question it -- he just wanted to keep fucking Red until both of them were raw and exhausted and they couldn’t go on any longer. Every time he got close to orgasm he slowed down to push it back, or pulled out to rub his cock against Red’s clit, or changed positions to get a different angle. He lost all track of time and where he was, all that mattered was wringing as much pleasure out of both of them as possible. At some point after they’d moved to missionary, he tugged her bra off of her body so he could suck on her tits while he fucked her, and that was what tipped him over the edge finally. Grunting and groaning helplessly, Kane pumped his hips hard into Red as his cock swelled and pulsed inside of her, that intense pleasure flooding through him at last. He buried his face in her neck as he shuddered and tried to make it last.
By the time Brianna felt Owen tense over her, she was both completely spent and sated. Yet, she probably would have happily kept her legs spread for him if he had wanted more. There was a fine sheen of sweat covering her body and bits of her hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he came and Brianna moaned softly before drawing her hands up into his short hair. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this spent before and it was divine. It was like the entire world had ceased to exist while they were in this room and she wasn't looking forward to having to leave and return to reality. Gripping his hair in her hands, she drew his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply despite the need to catch her breath.
Kane almost felt stoned on the release, and he grunted into Red’s mouth as he kissed her back. The grip in his hair still felt damn good. He wanted to stay hard and fuck her some more, but the desire was dim for the moment. He was sweaty, breathing hard, and his muscles felt weak and shaky now. This had all been a workout, on top of the actual weight lifting he’d done earlier in the day. Kane had to break the kiss and pull out of her to roll sideways and onto his back with a groan. “You’re just ... so fuckin’ good,” he muttered slowly, almost like he was marveling to himself instead of talking to her. “Like a fuckin’ drug.” One that he was apparently hooked on, and he was especially jonesing for it today for some reason. He closed his eyes and let his breathing slow down.
Brianna was spent and she let him go without any resistance. Her knees felt a bit wobbly as she stretched out her legs on the bed once she could. This was what boneless felt like. His words prompted a quiet sort of laugh from her lips and she brought her hand up to push back the damp hair from her forehead. Yes, hearing him compare her to a drug was quite nice to her ego but Brianna was fairly certain that a lot of her appeal came from the fact that she was married. That was okay with her, since that was also part of his appeal. While not in the mood to "cuddle", Brianna still shifted in closer to him, slipping her arm over his stomach as she worked on catching her breath and cooling her blood. "At least it's a drug that's less likely to kill you," she murmured with a lazy smile to her lips. "And you're not so bad yourself, for the record."
There were a lot of appealing things about Red, and while her being married was on the list, it wasn’t right at the top. She was a dirty freak, and they were obviously on the same page with what they liked, and she was hot, to boot. Kane had fucked plenty of hot women before, but there was just something about her that had him hooked. He didn’t much feel like analyzing it. A faint smile crossed his face and he hummed at off-handed semi-compliment back. Kane didn’t need any verbal praise, he could read Red’s body well enough. His arm moved slightly to pat her back, but then fell limp again. It took too much effort to move, and Kane felt like he was sinking deeper into the mattress as that relaxation spread. Not too eager to chat, he let himself start to drift, eyes closed, breath slowing down.
Brianna embraced the quiet, closing her eyes and listening to Owen breathe beside her. She dozed off for a while herself, which rarely happened after sex. Even energetic sex. But Owen had wore her out in the best way and since James wouldn't be home that evening, she figured she could relax and enjoy the time she had remaining at Juniper. Unsure as to what time it was when her eyes finally fluttered open, Brianna stared at Owen's sleeping form for a few moments, biting back the urge to lean over and kiss his chest. The desire to do so brought her attention back to his tattoos and remembered promising Reza a few photographs so he could decipher what the tattoos meant. Licking her lips, she moved carefully and quietly from the bed. The movement prompted Owen to shift in the bed and roll over, which actually benefited her since it was his back and arms that tingled the most with magic. Once she was sure he wasn't awake, Brianna quickly fished her phone out of her purse. She figured if he woke up while it was in her hand, she could claim to be getting a phone call from her husband. He would probably enjoy that.
Exhaling slowly, Brianna stepped forward and quickly pulled her camera up on her phone to take some pictures of his tattoos. The best plan would be to text them to Reza and then delete them, just in case. When she finished, Brianna slipped her phone carefully into her purse again and then crawled back into bed beside Owen, aware that she ought to shower and leave, but maybe she could eke this out for another few minutes.
Kane’s healthy-for-him paranoia didn’t allow him to completely relax around very many people, and usually that included people he was casually fucking. He hadn’t slept an entire night with someone in bed with him in years, and any post-coital naps were generally light and uneasy. He must have really exhausted himself though, because Kane stayed solidly asleep while Red gathered her evidence, blissfully unaware that his body was being documented. Pictures with identifying marks were other things he didn’t allow to happen, so her caution was well placed. The movement of the mattress when Red returned woke him up a little, but it was a struggle to really come back to the conscious world. Kane’s body wanted to keep sleeping just like it had wanted to keep fucking, like his internal gear shift kept getting stuck. He took in a deeper breath and forced his head up to look around, rolling onto his back again. “Fuck,” he muttered fuzzily as he spotted Red next to him. Kane rubbed his hands over his face. “Knocked me out. Wh’time is it?”
She stretched lazily and glanced at him. "I don't know. But we dozed off for a bit." Brianna was eager for a shower now and she leaned over to press a kiss against his chest before sitting up to toe her heels off. Standing, Brianna began to unhook the garter belt to get it off. "I guess you wore us both out." And even now, with that sleepy look in his eyes, he was sexy. It sort of made her want to crawl over his body and take him again, but she was pretty sure he was as spent as she was. "I'm going to take a shower," Brianna added, rolling the thigh-high stockings down each leg.
Kane tucked one hand behind his head and watched her peel off the last of her lingerie. Usually the undressing came before the fucking, but he was happy to see her completely naked in any context. “Mm, you want some company?” he murmured suggestively, a little smile toying with his lips. “Or you want it all to yourself?” With the sweat he’d built up, Kane needed a shower too, but he wasn’t going to crowd Red if she preferred to wash alone. They weren’t in some lovey-dovey can’t-be-apart kind of thing, that shit could be annoying. He just kind of wanted to feel on her some more, maybe get hard again, and see if she wanted another quickie for the road.
Laughing, she tossed the stockings onto the bed with the garter belt. Brianna had fully expected Owen to lounge in bed and probably fall asleep again while she cleaned up and got dressed. That didn't mean she wouldn't mind having him in the shower with her. While they weren't a couple by any means, Brianna had to admit she liked the intimacy that came with showering with him. Any excuse to have his hands on her. "Come on," she said, turning away from the bed to head for the bathroom. It gave her an excuse to get another look at his tattoos, just in case Reza had questions, or needed more detail.