Who: Brianna and Kane When: early afternoon, Tuesday, July 10th Where: Juniper Warning: NSFW Status: complete
Kane had been home from Portland for a couple of days now, but he still had a lingering sort of tiredness that felt weirdly content, like a bigger version of what happened when he had a good workout. He’d been taking it easy, not hunting, wanting to conserve his energy for Friday and what he had to do for Cecilia. He’d been doing a fair share of pitiful pining for Adrian, too, wishing he would hurry up and move so they could spend more nights together. Kane was aware that this whole thing was making him pretty pathetic, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Right now it felt more good than bad, and he didn’t have a lot of that in his life, of course he was greedy for it. He was just doing his best to keep it to himself and not be annoying about it.
Life went on though, and by Tuesday Kane was out of enough essentials to send him to the grocery store. He was meandering down the cereal aisle, eyeing his options, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Kane expected to see Adrian’s name on the screen, but instead it was a text from Red. Busy? it was their usual greeting, but it twisted his stomach in a weird mix of arousal, and guilt that seemed to enhance that arousal. He cursed softly and gnawed a bit at his bottom lip, then thumbed in a reply.
nope. usual place?
With James at work, again, and her conversation rolling around in her head, Brianna was feeling restless and out of sorts. She needed distraction and it was a no brainer who she wanted to see for that. When Kane responded, Brianna was already out the door, headed for her car.
yes. 15 mins?
If she could just work out some aggression, find some kind of release, then maybe she wouldn't be so full of doubt and concern. Was there something wrong with her? Some weird ability she had no control over? If there was, why didn't she know what it was? Was it something terrible? Some physical deformity ready to blossom at the worst possible moment? Just thinking about it now had Brianna growling low in her throat as she started out of the Outlook neighborhood towards Juniper. For at least one afternoon, she was going to ignore it. Ignore everything and have an amazing orgasm and then... maybe deal with it all later.
be there in 20
Kane felt less agitated but more nervous than he ever had going to meet up with Brianna before. He was in love with Adrian, yes, and it was mutual ... but nobody had really said they were exclusively monogamous ... right? How could they even make that decision with Adrian still in the closet? This wasn’t a Real relationship yet, so seeing Brianna wasn’t cheating. But fuck, what if his feelings got in the way and he couldn’t perform, or he pussied out of it halfway through? Kane’s head was just a swirling mess as he wrapped up his shopping and got into his car. Should he end it? He wasn’t super eager to do that -- he liked Brianna, he truly did. And Kane knew himself well enough to know he would start to crave a woman eventually ... maybe he could still have both in his life. That was crazy though, right? He went around and around about it, all the while his cock was already half hard in his jeans, no question about what it wanted. Kane parked and shot Brianna another text to say he was there before he headed inside.
Brianna had gotten a room and had just taken off her shoes when Kane buzzed her again. She texted him the room number and ran her hands through her hair. It felt like it had been a while since they'd seen one another and gods, she needed the distraction more than she'd like to admit. There was always a thrill when she got to see Kane and that was likely part of the appeal. He didn't know about the fog, or what had happened, or how she felt about it. She didn't have to explain or answer anything too personal. It was just about pleasure and her entire body was craving that now. As soon as Kane knocked on the door, Brianna pulled it open, thinking it was probably inappropriate to jump him right there in the hallway. "Been a while," she said with a smile, moving back so he could come into the room.
It had indeed been a while and it felt like even longer considering what he’d been up to in the meantime. Kane felt like he’d had a mini-lifetime with Adrian already ... maybe that would help when it inevitably crashed and burned, but Kane didn’t think so. In any case, as soon as Brianna opened the door, he still got that surge of lust she always called up in him. That probably made him a complete bastard, but he couldn’t help it. He’d always had a high sex drive, and he’d been feeding it with a wide variety of people for many years now, there was no way that hunger was just going to go away over the course of a few weeks. “Yeah really,” he huffed as he stepped into the room, nudging the door closed behind him. Kane twisted the lock, then turned to give her a small smile back. “How you been?”
"I've been fine," Brianna said, stepping forward to grip the material of his shirt and pull him closer to her. If he wanted small talk, they could do small talk, but now that he was in the same room as her, she wanted to get his clothes off. She wasn't entirely sure he really cared how she had been doing anyway and this was not the time or place to dump all of her problems on him. Brianna's hands slipped underneath his shirt to push it up a bit, fingertips brushing along his bare stomach. "How have you been?" she asked, smiling a bit as she peered up at him.
Kane let her reel him in, licking his bottom lip with anticipation. She was a couple of inches shorter than Adrian, which seemed like a big difference suddenly, even if that was their least significant physical difference. He did care how Brianna had been doing, but they weren’t prone to sharing before they got down to business, so her brush-off answer didn’t faze him. Kane’s bare skin tingled pleasantly where her hands touched, and he moved to sweep her hair back over her shoulders, letting his fingers graze against her neck. “Good enough, can’t complain,” he murmured, giving her a crooked little smile back. Kane dipped in closer, brushing his lips against her jaw before he started to kiss her neck.
Even the small kisses felt nice and Brianna's eyes immediately closed even as her hands began to push Kane's shirt up even higher. Right now she couldn't complain either. His lips on her skin was arousing, but she wanted more, so Brianna turned her face just enough to catch his mouth with her own. Almost immediately all of the thoughts crowding her mind seemed to vanish, which was exactly why she had texted Kane in the first place. There were certainly other ways to take her mind off of things, but this was certainly the most pleasurable and by far the most fun. Maybe it should have been James there, comforting her, pushing her to orgasmic heights. But he was at work, out of town again, and she doubted he would be willing to do half of the things Kane had done to her so far.
As she skimmed his shirt up his body, Kane got the quick impulse to push it back down, a blip of hesitation. He mostly ignored it, his lips pausing just briefly against Brianna’s. She had lush, soft lips, just like Adrian did, but they still felt so different ... But of course they did, and he’d been in this exact same position after he’d hooked up with Adrian, so what was the big deal? It was just sex, and he and Brianna were both clear on that. Kane broke the kiss and lifted his arms so she could tug his shirt off. He just needed to get his own brain to shut the fuck up so he could enjoy this, it was that simple. Only half dressed now, Kane dipped in again and kissed Brianna with more force, his own hands moving to start pulling at her clothes too. Getting a titty in his mouth would make him feel better about it all, he was sure.
As usual, her hands were drawn to his body as soon as it was bare, her palms smoothing over his chest, down to his torso and waist. But then Brianna was more than willing to help Kane get her clothes off, keeping her mouth pressed to his, her teeth occasionally nipping at his lip. She was glad it was summer, since there were less clothes to get rid of. Once she was bare but for her panties, Brianna began to work open Kane's jeans, breathless and flushed with arousal. It didn't really occur to her that Kane might be overthinking things. Her own brain had shut down as soon as Kane walked into the room and this was all she needed.
It still felt good to be touched by soft feminine hands, and the more of Brianna he got to touch back, the fuzzier those worries became. She was just incredibly hot, and she never failed to make Kane feel intensely desired, something that always melted him somewhere deep inside. While she undid the fly of his jeans, he ran his hands over her curves, ribs to hips and then back up to grope at her chest, his thumbs rubbing at her nipples. Brianna was obviously hungry for him, and it tapped into that part of him that always wanted to please the people he liked. They barely knew each other, but Kane felt close to her in a way, and he had precious little of that in his life. He wasn’t as hard as he usually was by this point in their visits -- he hoped she wouldn’t notice, while also trying really hard not to think about it.
Brianna didn't notice at first... not really, anyway. She was more focused on getting his jeans open and pushed down his hips. Her lips moved down his throat and god, he smelled good. Her nipples had become hard beneath his fingers and Brianna moved to kiss him again, one hand curling around his cock to stroke as she bit gently at his lower lip. Kane had never had a problem being ready for her, so she didn't think much of it on her end. It just gave her plenty of excuses to touch him and she had missed touching him. Touching anyone, for that matter. She needed to feel as much as she needed someone else's hands on her and Kane had always been good for that.
Kane wanted this, he really did. Brianna was gorgeous and sexy and just in her thin panties, kissing and nibbling on him like he liked, her hand working his dick in a way that should’ve had him rock hard in seconds. Instead it was like a sluggish inflation, and the longer the seconds ticked on, the more he got in his head about it, and the less responsive his body was. Kane had never really had performance issues except when he was very drunk, and he hadn’t had a drop yet today. There was a beautiful nearly-naked woman in his arms, what was wrong with him? The thought that he might hurt Brianna’s feelings with this flashed through his mind to make everything worse, and Kane gave a little grunt as he broke the kiss. “C’mere,” he murmured as he turned so he could sit on the edge of the bed. Kane hurriedly got his boots and jeans off, then reached for Brianna as he laid back. “Come sit on my face, lemme taste you.”
Brianna had been married long enough and had her fair share of lovers that she knew what was going on. It hadn't happened often but she was smart enough to recognize it when it did. She wondered if maybe she should have worn something sexier. Or maybe his body just wasn’t interested anymore. She really didn't know what to think and when he pulled away to take off his boots, Brianna watched him, not entirely sure she wanted to push it and end up embarrassed later. The problem was, men were touchy about this stuff. Every question that popped up in her mind seemed destined to piss him off or trigger some kind of defensiveness. Are you okay? What's wrong? Is everything all right? Nothing seemed sensitive enough. Usually Brianna didn't care, but she liked Kane so she didn't want to set him off. "You've got something on your mind," she said instead, because that felt more in line with what was happening.
Goddammit. Kane rubbed a hand over his face as he sat up again, already feeling heat creep across his chest and up his neck. He knew intellectually that this was normal and he was probably lucky that he hadn’t experienced it more often at his age, but that didn’t stop it from being embarrassing. He’d gone and caught feelings and it had infected his dick. He’d been stiff on his way over, what was the problem now? His noisy brain, obviously. “Just some personal shit going on,” he answered. It was true, even if it was a muddy truth. Kane reached to rest his hands on Brianna’s hips, thumbs rubbing gently over the bumps of bone under her skin. “Sorry ... I just need a little warm up, that’s all,” he murmured, looking up at her. “Come kiss me some more.” He almost pulled her into his lap to make it happen, but he didn’t want to push her if she was completely turned off now and didn’t want to.
Personal shit. She could understand that. Brianna had plenty of that going on in her life as well, which was why she was in this room in the first place. But everyone dealt with stress differently, she supposed. It must have been pretty rough for him if this was the result of it. Sighing softly, Brianna moved to straddle his lap, though she didn't start kissing or rubbing against him. Instead she settled and slid her hands into his hair. "What kind of personal shit?" she asked. "Talking about it might help more than kissing." Maybe, maybe not but she actually gave a damn, so she didn't feel weird asking him. It was up to him whether or not he wanted to tell her.
At least she got closer, and her weight on his lap was nice. Kane slid his arms around her, a couple of different kinds of guilt gnawing at his insides. She’d obviously wanted to meet up for a reason, they both got something out of these encounters, and he’d fucked it up for her. Brianna knew more about him now than she had when they’d started this affair, but Kane hesitated to talk about it -- confessing about Adrian would probably just push her even further away, and he didn’t want her to go. It occurred to him that he could blame his preoccupation on something else, like his dying mother, and it would be believable. Even though that was what he resolved to do, what came out of his mouth was completely different. “I fell in love, like a dumbass,” he blurted instead, surprising himself. “With a man. And we just got back from a weekend away and I haven’t had feelings like this since my fuckin’ early twenties, and that guy died a bad death. And I feel guilty ‘cause I really like you and I wanna keep fucking you ... it’s just a lot.”
Her heart tripped in her chest when he said he'd fallen in love, but then he revealed it had been with a man and Brianna found herself a little stunned, not entirely sure how she felt about it. Relieved? Disappointed? It was a strange mixture of emotions in her chest, but she supposed she understood now why his body refused to cooperate. She wasn't entirely sure what to say. He was in love with a man, but wanted to keep fucking her... only his body didn't seem to be on board with that. Was she on board with that? It felt a bit awkward, all of the sudden, to be sitting on his lap mostly naked and she had the intense urge to cover herself up. But she didn't move just yet. "Okay," she began, her tone not really betraying her inner confusion. "It is a lot, so I understand. It sounds like you're trying to sort things out. Do you really want to keep sleeping together, or are you just afraid of hurting my feelings by ending it."
Kane had not intended to be so honest, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Was he really this hard up for someone friendly to talk to where he felt compelled to have a heart to heart with a woman who’d just wanted his cock? It was pretty pathetic, and part of Kane had a similar urge to get dressed and slink his way out with his tail between his legs. More of him wanted to stay and connect with her though, because he was that isolated. Brianna likely wasn’t the appropriate person to fill that need with, but who else did he have? “It’s both,” he admitted. “I love sleeping with you, I get excited every time you text me, I enjoy everything we do ...” He ran his hands lightly down the curves of Brianna’s sides again. “And I feel like ... I dunno, we’re a little more than fuckbuddies ... right? But I like you -- I know you’re married and that’s dumb, but I’m obviously not in control over any of this shit, you know? -- but yeah I don’t want to hurt your feelings. If you would even care like that, I don’t know, maybe not. But he ... we can’t really be together, he’s in the closet and that ain’t changin’, so why should I fuck up the only other good thing I’ve got going? He’ll move on eventually, you’ll be done eventually, and I’ll be alone again, why would I rush that? Fuck. I’m ... I’m really sorry, I’m rambling, I dunno what the fuck’s wrong with me, this is the least sexy thing ever.”
She was a little surprised at how truthful he was being with her, considering how little they talked about their personal lives with each other. But she supposed he was right, that they were a little more than fuckbuddies. She just wasn't sure what they were, especially now. Brianna was silent as she tried to sort through her thoughts, her fingers brushing idly through his hair. "Have you talked to him about any of this?" she asked finally. "About what you both want?" She couldn't speak for this other person, whether they would move on or not. Brianna had been sleeping with him for awhile now and she didn't feel done, or bored. She wanted this. But she certainly didn't want to be some afterthought, or back up for comfort and sex when he wanted to be with someone else. Maybe that was selfish or whiny on her part, but Brianna felt a bit out of place now. He had fallen in love with someone else - not her - and she was already feeling detached from her own marriage and her own husband who clearly needed things she couldn't give him. But those were her own issues and her own insecurities and nothing Kane needed dumped on him. "Are you afraid he would be upset with you being here with me?"
He was dumbly grateful that she was still so calm, and that she’d stayed physically close. Kane felt sure Brianna didn’t have real deep feelings for him, and maybe she didn’t agree that they were more than a convenient hookup, but she’d been good to him when she didn’t have to be, including now. It meant a lot to Kane. “A little,” he answered reluctantly. “He knows about you -- not who you are or nothin’, just that there’s a woman in town I see sometimes. He wasn’t mad ... we didn’t talk much about it though. We both ... got a lotta issues, I don’t even know if we know what we want.” It rang sadly true to Kane’s ears. His desires swung so wildly back and forth all the time -- he wanted Adrian to come out so they could be a white picket fence family, then he wanted to push him away so he could actually have that normal life Kane could never give him, then he wanted to take him and run from this fucking place and just travel and hunt together. It changed all the time. It was all still too new and raw and unexpected, Kane knew he wasn’t always thinking straight.
Brianna didn't know what else she could be, other than calm. Of course she had come to care for Kane, but it didn't escape her how pathetic it was for her to be half naked on the lap of a man she wanted to have sex with, trying to help him through his troubles of being in love with someone else - a man, no less. She thought maybe Kane knew what he wanted, considering he had never had a problem getting hard for her in the past. Apparently he just hadn't accepted it yet. "It sounds like maybe you two should have an honest conversation and work through those issues," Brianna suggested after a moment. "Get yourselves both on the same page and go from there."
Kane would’ve been mortified to know that was how Brianna was feeling, and that she was taking his performance failure as a sign of anything other than distraction. He was already embarrassed enough to be talking like this about stuff that shouldn’t concern her. It wasn’t like Brianna confided in him about her marriage troubles or anything. His and Adrian’s ‘issues’ went far beyond anything they could work out in a single conversation, both of them working under years of various abuses and trauma and isolation. None of which he wanted to talk about at the moment -- Kane recognized that he really needed to shut the fuck up before he killed all of the attraction Brianna felt toward him. He nodded a little to acknowledge what she said. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t want to dump any of this on you. M’not even really looking for advice. I just don’t want you to think any of this is because of you, you are still fuckin’ amazing and sexy as fuck. I’m just ... kinda mind fucked here lately. My mom’s dying real slow, I’m tryin’ to reconnect with my sister, I got weird magical shit I gotta take care of ...” He pressed his lips together and shook his head a little.
Some of it had to be because of her.... more that she wasn't this person he was in love with. Or his body thought it might be cheating, even though he had no idea if he and this man were monogamous. "It's all right," Brianna said. "We all have our problems, Kane. Some more difficult than others, but.... life is hard, as cliche as that sounds." Starting to feel a bit more vulnerable than she would have liked, Brianna managed a small smile. "I certainly don't mind listening if you need to get some things off your chest. But... I should get dressed." Discussing personal things with her breasts out felt a little inappropriate unless it was happening in the afterglow, something she didn't think she would be basking in today.
“Aw no,” Kane was quick to say, his hands tightening on her slightly before he could think better of it. He shook his head and wet his lips. “I don’t want to talk about any of it, I didn’t -- I didn’t mean to even bring it up. You just asked, and -- that’s not what I want.” If she got dressed, then she would leave with everything still feeling weird and wrong and Kane didn’t want that. He didn’t want to be a whiny bitch about it either, so he didn’t hold her for more than a couple seconds, hands falling to rub at her thighs a little. “Can we reset? Please?” he murmured, low. “Lemme just kiss on you a little, make you feel good. I’ll be ready to fuck you in no time.” Kane was sure that he could get his head in the game and his body on board with a bit of patience and his mouth on Brianna’s pussy. He’d never not been hard giving head ... he just didn’t know yet if she would indulge him.
She had asked, so she couldn't exactly be upset that he told her. Even if it was a bit awkward, Brianna had to admit it was nice to think he was comfortable enough with her to open up. She didn't have that many people in her life. And gods, her body wanted it so badly. But what if they made out some more and he still couldn't get there? Was she willing to face that extra humiliation? If he was, then... maybe she could handle it. Slipping her hands back around the nape of his neck, Brianna kissed him, her lips parting to taste his mouth. If nothing else, it felt good to be touched and kissed and desired on some level. Maybe she was just desperate for some of that this afternoon. Brianna didn't think Kane would judge her for it. She certainly didn't judge him and maybe that was why this worked as well as it did. Or had. The future of their affair seemed a bit up in the air, all things considered.
As someone who was often desperate to be wanted, there was no judgment on Kane’s side either. Both of them had turned to this connection for escape and validation and a weird sort of comfort at various times, in addition to the red hot chemistry they’d had since the beginning. Kane didn’t want to lose it, even though he had powerful feelings for Adrian. Maybe that was greedy, but considering how deeply lonely he’d been for so long, who could blame him? He’d never thought he and Brianna would fall in love and ride off into the sunset or anything, but they obviously enjoyed each other, and he trusted her, probably more than he should. The way she kissed him made his stomach jump and clench, and he returned it with equal urgency, his hands sliding up to grip her hips and pull her in closer. The desperation he was starting to feel now had more to do with pleasing Brianna than himself, but he tried to keep his mind off of begging his cock to cooperate and more on how her breasts felt against his chest and the taste of her. Kane nipped at Brianna’s bottom lip and gave a faint groan as some blood started to flow in the right direction.
No, she hadn't fallen in love with Kane, as she had always been able to separate sex from everything else, but she did care about him, which she supposed was inevitable given how long they had been sleeping together. But even now, Brianna was acutely aware that this could be the last time the two of them had any kind of physical relationship, depending on Kane and what he ultimately decided he wanted, so she was determined to savor it. The way he kissed her sent fresh waves of heat through her body, pooling directly between her thighs. She sent up a quick prayer to whatever god may exist that Kane's cock decided to cooperate today. Her hips instinctively rocked against him as she drew her mouth from his to kiss over his jaw and down to his throat.
Kane was tempted to ask her to be rough with him again, sure that teeth and nails would keep him firmly in the moment, but at the same time he didn’t want her to leave marks for Adrian to see. Not this time. Pushing his quasi-boyfriend completely out of his head didn’t seem to be working, so Kane switched mental tactics and let himself wonder what it would be like if Adrian was there and on board with a threesome. It was a fantasy so it didn’t have to make sense, and imagining being caught in between both his lovers, Adrian’s lithe body behind him and Brianna’s curves pressed to his front, sent a shudder of intense arousal through him. Kane had been in a few group sex situations, but he’d never been fucked while fucking a woman, especially not with people he actually cared about, and it was a ridiculously hot scenario in his head. He rocked his hips along with Brianna’s, his cock swelling and hardening against her heat. There was still underwear in the way, but he could fix that right quick. Kane slid his hands under Brianna’s ass and thighs and stood with her to quickly pivot and lay her back on the mattress. He moved to tug her panties off, his hands demanding.
There was some relief on her end that she could feel Kane's cock hardening beneath her. Maybe all wasn't lost. Brianna pressed into the friction between her legs, moaning softly against his lips before she found herself on her back. Instinctively she lifted her hips, though he seemed to be getting her panties off just fine on his own. And now she was completely naked, her core was throbbing with need. Gods, she just wanted to shut her brain off, not think about her own problems and Kane's problems and just enjoy something mindless and pleasurable, even if it was only temporary. It was always only temporary. How much easier would her life be if she and James could just be satisfied with one another? Brianna parted her thighs and reached for Kane at the same time.
She looked so goddamn gorgeous, spread open and staring up at him, ready and wanting. Kane got his knees up on the bed and climbed over her, bracing himself with one hand. He covered her mouth with his own again, a low groan bubbling up in his throat as he slipped his tongue past her lips to taste her again. Kane reached between them to hold the base of his cock, rubbing the head against Brianna’s pussy for another moment, then started to push into her. He made himself go slow to tease them both and to let her feel just how hard every inch of him was now, still kissing her as he settled onto his forearms to be closer. Kane’s hips gave a sharper jerk at the end of that long thrust, and he grunted at the sweet throb in his cock. He did still love this, probably more than he should, but the guilt was quiet now.
Brianna moaned into his mouth, her hands immediately moving to clasp his waist before she slid her hands down over his ass. Whatever reservations he may have had before seemed to be gone now. Or if not gone, certainly more quiet. Brianna didn't have it in her to feel bad about that because she wanted this... and him. Especially if it was possible that this could be the last time it happened. Lifting her hips to his, Brianna wrapped her legs around him, wanting to keep him as close as possible for as long as possible.
Nothing felt quite like this, not only physically but deep in his brain, it tickled the carnal instincts to rut and cum and breed. Kane had made sure that was impossible long ago, but the animal drive still kicked in sometimes. He wasn’t thinking about last times anymore, he was fully in the moment, pleasure pulsing through him as he rocked his hips against Brianna’s, starting with slow deep thrusts. Kane kissed her, deep and hungry, and moved one hand to tangle fingers in the back of her hair. Her legs felt good around his body, just like her pussy felt incredible around his cock, like she was holding tight to him in every possible way. He groaned against her lips, his breathing already heavier, and started ramping up the rhythm of his thrusts.
This was exactly what Brianna wanted. What she needed. She couldn't think anymore, mindless and riding every wave of pleasure that rose inside of her. Her hands moved restlessly over Kane's body, her lips and tongue tasting his every chance they got. She was breathing heavier too, soft moans forming in her lips with every thrust of his cock. The feeling of being desired was there again, pushing her closer to losing complete control. It would have been disingenuous of her to pretend she didn't crave attention and affection and the knowledge that men wanted her in this very carnal sense. And Brianna loved that she could let go of her inhibitions and lose herself in this kind of fucking without Kane ever judging her for it. Bringing her hands up to his shoulders, Brianna pressed her fingernails into his skin before burying her face against his throat, licking and nipping at his pulse point.
Kane couldn’t imagine any man not finding Brianna desirable, unless they just didn’t like women at all. She was a goddamn stunner, and it was still a little baffling how her idiot husband was neglecting her like this. Far from judging her, he thought the way she threw herself into their sex was incredibly hot. Sex was one of the very few ways he’d connected with anyone for years, and it just wasn’t the same when a partner wasn’t as into it as he was. Kane needed that passion to feel real and valued, even for just a short time. Brianna always gave him that, and he wanted to worship her for it. He slid his hands under the backs of her shoulders to hold her even closer, his fingers squeezing the back of her neck as she got his skin tingling. “Fuck,” Kane grunted, his body going more and more taut as he fucked her harder.
Fuck was right. Whatever issue Kane had been dealing with earlier seemed to have been buried for the moment and for that, Brianna was grateful. Her body was, anyway. Great sex was truly the best way for Brianna to forget everything going on in the world around her and she lived for these temporary reprieves from her life. Right now, it was both erotic and comforting to feel his weight on top of hers, with his hands on her and his breath hot against her skin. The heat between her legs intensified, pleasure blossoming with every thrust of Kane's cock. Panting, Brianna ran her fingernails down his back to grip his ass again, lifting her hips to meet his at a frenetic pace to get over that peak.
The way she gripped him and pulled in him with every stroke made Kane’s heart race and his balls feel tight. He pushed himself up onto his hands, hips slowing for a brief moment so he could hook his arms on the other sides of Brianna’s knees, pushing her legs back and open wider. He spread his own knees a bit for leverage and started thrusting harder and faster, his eyes ticking between Brianna’s face and her bouncing tits. It felt so good to flex so many muscles to hold himself up and pound his cock into her, and such a relief to just lose himself in it. Whether he should really be doing this or not didn’t matter anymore, he was in it now and that was all he had to be in that moment. “That what you wanted, baby?” he panted, staring at her face.
Brianna's eyelids were growing heavy with pleasure but god, she just wanted to watch his face as he pounded into her. The shift of her legs drew a louder moan from Brianna's lips and she gripped his waist, nearly overcome by the intensifying sensations deep in her core. "Yes," she breathed, bringing one hand up to grip the nape of Kane's neck, her nails pressing into his skin. It was what she wanted and every thrust pushed her higher, drawing sharper cries from her lips until she exploded, arching her back from the bed. Brianna felt the orgasm in every inch of her body and for a blissful moment, she was completely removed from everything and everyone in her life, lost in nothing but mindless pleasure.
It always felt like a bit of an accomplishment to make a woman come without either of them touching her clit, and it seemed easier for him with Brianna than most. Kane never minded the addition of some finger stimulation of course, he wanted her to get off no matter what, but it made him feel good when it wasn’t needed. “Oh fuck yeah,” Kane breathed as he fucked her through all of those strong contractions, watching her beautiful face morph and strain through all of that pleasure. They’d gotten off to a rough start this time, but Kane was so glad she’d given him the chance to get here. He gave a few slower, harder thrusts while her body squeezed his cock, leaning down some to give Brianna a few breathless kisses. “So fuckin’ hot,” he rumbled.
Even if they hadn't gotten to this, Brianna would have stuck around to listen to Kane if he needed to talk some more. At some point, he had become something more than a "fuckbuddy" to her. No, she wasn't in love with him, but she cared about him in a way that startled her once she realized it. It was just her ego that had felt a little bruised, but Kane had more than made up for that now. Her orgasm settled into her bones, leaving her sated and moaning low in her throat as she returned his kisses. Her hands slid lazily over his shoulders and back, her pussy squeezing around his cock as he continued to move inside of her. "You feel so good," she breathed, nipping his lower lip and lifting her hips to draw him in deeper.
In Kane’s humble opinion, fucking was better than talking almost every time. The last thing he wanted to do was sit around and whine to Brianna about his feelings, not when he could be engrossed in making her come instead. He usually disliked talking about real shit so much, it was kind of surprising that his lips had been so loose when Brianna had asked him questions earlier, but Kane was far too distracted to think much of it. He groaned softly at the way Brianna’s body clung to him, and Kane gave her a few nibbly kisses back as he rocked against her, basking in the pleasure until that restlessness started to get the better of him again. Kane trailed some rough kisses down Brianna’s neck and chest to the top of her breasts, groaning into the soft flesh as his hips started to pick up speed again. He did a pushup to straighten up once more for the leverage, still holding Brianna’s legs back so he could get a good view while he ramped back up into fucking her with purpose.
Despite having already come, Brianna was still floating in a hazy cloud of pleasure. His cock intensified the aftershocks still pulsing through her body and she gripped his hips, encouraging him to fuck her as hard as he wanted. Arching up against him, Brianna cried out, completely absorbed in the way his body moved into hers. If there was one thing she could say about their time together, it was that Kane never got boring. He'd known exactly what to do with her the very first time they slept together and if anything, the sex had just gotten better. "Oh god," she moaned, wanting nothing more than to feel him come inside of her. She wanted him to get off as desperately as she'd wanted to when she texted him earlier. Brianna watched his face, panting as her nails dragged up his sides to his chest.
The way Brianna so obviously still enjoyed it even after she’d gotten off was such a turn on, and her nails against his skin sent shudders up his spine. Kane wasn’t even thinking about her leaving marks anymore, it all just felt too fucking good for anything else to be in his brain. He loved moments like this, when he was just in his body and that was all -- if he hadn’t been able to have sex as much as he had in his life, he probably would’ve turned into a drug addict. Brianna had always been great at getting him there, and this time was no different. Kane fucked her mindlessly for a while, letting his body take over now that he didn’t have to hold back for anything. His hips snapped forward in hard thrusts, his own deep noises of pleasure growing in volume, until he was slamming into Brianna as fast as he could. A few seconds of that sent him flying, and Kane came hard, pushing his cock deep into her body as he barked out a cry of ecstasy, his tense body shivering.
Brianna was helpless to do anything more than cling to Kane and let her hands run over his body as he fucked her to completion. It felt amazing, drawing sharp cries from her lips until he finally fell over himself. Her body was exhausted, but in a completely sated way, and she groaned, slipping her hands down over his ass to grip him there as he trembled above her. Thank god they had been able to push past all of the emotional baggage because it would have been so disappointing to miss out on this today. Brianna had needed the release more than she realized. "Fuck," she breathed, her eyes still closed as she arched beneath him, slowly loosening her legs from around his body. "That was amazing."
Kane was equally grateful that his body had decided to cooperate, nevermind that he’d had to pull Adrian into his thoughts to get there. Having both of them at the same time really would be an incredible wet dream for him, but he was sure that would stay a fantasy. For the moment he was just relieved that he’d been able to give Brianna what she’d wanted. She wasn’t just a booty call to him anymore. Kane pushed his hips against hers, relishing those last little aftershocks and the way Brianna’s body still clung to him. “You’re amazing,” he murmured. He dropped to his elbows again so he could kiss her, groaning faintly against her lips. Now all he wanted to do was flop over and take a nap. Kane nuzzled their noses together a bit before his lips twitched upward. “Thanks for, uh ... thanks.” No need to say much else, he supposed. Kane kissed her again, then slowly started to disengage their bodies.
Brianna was perfectly fine with not knowing what or who Kane had needed to get his body to cooperate. All she had needed today was some mindless sex and Kane had given that to her. Running her hands over his back, Brianna hummed happily in her throat as he kissed her. When he began to pull away, she sighed softly, aware that she had to shower now and get back to her life. "You don't have to thank me for anything," Brianna said, reaching up to push her hair back from her face before pushing herself up a bit. "I should probably be thanking you. And I don't... want you to feel obligated to answer my texts in the future if you don't want to."
He definitely didn’t feel like he needed to be thanked. Maybe it didn’t occur to Brianna because she was a decent woman, but being unable to perform could be absolutely humiliating for a man, and her reaction could’ve been so much worse. That was part of why she was more than just a lay to Kane. He rolled onto his back to stretch with a soft grunt, then looked over at her with a little frown line between his brows. “It’s never an obligation, Red,” he said. “And if my, uh, situation changes, I’m not gonna just disappear on you. You’ll know.” If he didn’t give any shits about her, Kane might’ve just ghosted her already, but he respected Brianna more than that. He kissed her shoulder on his way to sitting up so he could get up and head to the bathroom with her. “You’re one of the few people I actually fucking like in this town.”
If it had been anyone other than Kane, Brianna might have reacted differently. But yes, she did care about him as a person and she was well aware of how sensitive men could be if they had trouble performing. Hearing that he wouldn't disappear on her felt nice, as did learning he liked her. Which was fairly obvious with how he treated her when they weren't fucking, but it was still lovely to hear out loud. "I like you too," she told him with a small smile, slipping out of bed and brushing her hair back from her shoulders as they walked to the bathroom. It would be disappointing when and if he ever decided to be monogamous with his boyfriend, but it was a small town, so she was sure they would still see each other, or keep in contact in some way. "And... I know it's not my place, but... I think you and your... your boyfriend should talk to each other, about expectations, just to make sure no one gets hurt."
It was a little weird to hear someone else call Adrian his boyfriend -- and not in the derogatory tone that Bailey tended to use -- but nice. It was also nice to know that she liked him and wanted him to communicate with said boyfriend like someone in a healthy relationship. It was something a friend would say, and Kane didn’t have many of those. “I know you’re right, and we will,” he said, letting Brianna walk into the small bathroom first. He patted her ass lightly as she passed him, unable to help himself. “He’s just ... never been out of the closet, religious family, all that shit. And I ain’t really had a relationship since -- well, high school, probably. Had a boyfriend when I was in my early twenties when I was deployed, but ... nothin’ about being in the service is a normal life. So we’re both just kinda ... feelin’ around in the dark.” He was talking too much again, probably, but at least the pressure was off to get in a sexy mood now. Kane stepped up to the shower to turn it on and let it get hot.
Brianna checked the towels, mostly to make sure they were clean. “I understand that. But maybe it’s time to turn on the lights. Just because he’s not out yet doesn’t mean you can’t have a committed relationship. I think if you love someone, you make sacrifices, even if that means not being able to go out in public together yet.” It was wildly ridiculous for Brianna to be giving relationship advice to anyone, but it seemed as though Kane genuinely cared for this person. She turned back to Kane, looking slightly apologetic. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not my place. Love is just difficult. It’s always difficult, even when there are times it feels easy. I’m sure you know that. It’s just… if you have real happiness there for the taking, then take it. Maybe you’ll both be happy with an open relationship, or maybe you’ll decide you only want each other. But I know fumbling around in the dark can only get you so far.” Brianna held up her hands. “Off my soapbox now, I promise. Can I wash your back?”
Kane listened to what she had to say, a faint smile crossing his face in a couple of spots. He knew it was less a matter of him wanting to date publicly and more that Adrian would feel guilty asking monogamy of him when he was still closeted. But Brianna was right, they could still have a relationship, especially if Adrian moved into the same apartment building like they planned. Kane knew they needed to talk so he could suss out what Adrian really wanted, if he even knew. Kane just wanted more of him, more of that bliss he only felt when they were together, all that Adrian woke up in him. He nodded to her question and gestured for her to climb into the shower, following close behind. “Love is definitely difficult,” he murmured. Kane smirked softly and put his hands on Brianna’s hips. “You a therapist in real life or somethin’?” He eyed her a bit, pursing his lips to the side briefly. “He does make me real happy, yeah. I just ... wanna make sure it’s real and maybe goin’ somewhere before I give up the freedom I’ve had most of my life, you know? And giving up you.” Maybe that was too honest, but it felt natural enough to say.
Brianna ran her hair back into the spray of the water to get it wet. Her lips twitched briefly as she eyed Kane. "Not a therapist, no, but... I've given up real happiness before, and I care about you, so... maybe as a friend, I don't want to see that happen to you too." It was nice that they could use that word now without it feeling weird or out of place. They had started this entire affair with anonymity, which had been exciting for a while. But Brianna had to admit she preferred this. It was nice having someone to talk to who wasn't involved directly in her life. And Kane wouldn't judge her the way her other friends would. Slipping her arms around his neck, Brianna smiled and pressed a kiss against his lips. "You've got me as long as you want me, okay?"
He slipped his arms around her when she came closer and returned that kiss with a pang in his chest. Kane was curious what happiness she’d given up, what the story was there, but they hadn’t asked one another about their pasts much either. Their walls were gradually coming down. Calling them friends felt right to Kane too, they were just a more intimate type of friends. If he ended up with Adrian and only Adrian, they would have to stop sleeping together, but Kane hoped they could stay in touch, stay close. “I ain’t had many people in my life who gave a shit about my happiness,” he murmured, his hands slipping down to cup her ass. “So that means a lot.” He kissed her again, lingering for a moment before he patted her butt and gave her a smile. “C’mon, let’s get you clean and decent again, filthy girl.”
Brianna didn't have many people in town whom she actually care about beyond her own family, so Kane was special in that way too. It was something of a relief that her feelings for him had never strayed beyond lust and a burgeoning friendship. It would have made all of this so much more complicated. But at least he had been honest about things and Brianna didn't have to leave this place wondering if there was something wrong with her. Instead she got to leave it satisfied and ready to face the rest of the day. Smiling, Brianna nipped playfully at his chin before she reached for the soap to get her hands lathered. "You first."