She sinks down, gripping my shoulders so tightly as she moves slowly down my shaft. “Holy shit, I can feel myself stretching to accommodate you. You’re so big.” Her head drops to my shoulder and I can feel her breath coming out in little spurts against my skin.

  I grip her ass and hold her up from slamming herself the rest of the way down. “Slow.”

  “No,” she whines. “Let me.”

  “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “It’s only the first time,” she tells me as she swats my hand away and leans down to press her lips to mine. “I know you probably can’t help it, and I love you for always trying to do right by me, but just relax and let me do this,” she whispers against my lips before she kisses me again. She slides her tongue between my lips and we kiss with an intensity that sets my skin on fire. She pushes herself further down and I feel her hymen and she must too because she whimpers against my lips. I run my hands up her back, stroking the skin just above the curve of her ass as she pushes through it and glides down the rest of dick as I swallow her muffled scream.

  “I’m sorry, angel.”

  “Don’t be sorry, just fuck me,” she breathes out. Her eyes are squeezed shut and when her eyes flutter open, there are tears.

  “Fuck. Baby.” I lean up, pressing my lips to her eyes and licking the tears beneath each of them. “I’m so proud of you. Taking my cock like the perfect girl you are.”

  She squeezes her eyes closed and all of her body must be in sync because she squeezes down on my cock just as hard and my eyes slam shut as I attempt to slow my orgasm. She raises herself up again and my eyes fly open to spy her looking down at where we’re joined. Her head snaps up to look at me and she winces. “There’s…blood.”

  “I assumed there would be.”

  “Sorry…” She frowns and I wonder why she’s embarrassed. She looks away from me and to the side and she begins to worry her bottom lip. “You probably haven’t had to deal with this in a while and—”

  “Stop,” I command her. “Look at me.” Her gaze snaps back to mine and I reach up to cup her cheek. “Do you think this is all a game to me? Some weird curiosity I was hoping to check off my list? I want you. All of you. And you bleeding all over my cock just means you’ve laid your claim over me in every way possible now.” I tighten my grip on her cheek and pull her down so that her lips are almost touching mine. “And it probably means, I’ll never know how to fully let you go when it’s time,” I tell her honestly.

  “I don’t want you to let me go.” She presses her face into my neck and I hear her whimper again. “Please don’t let me go.”

  I grip her shoulders and raise my hips, urging her to keep going. I’m still not ready to have this conversation yet. I don’t want to think about a life that doesn’t include this. How am I supposed to play her older brother when and if she brings someone else home? How am I supposed to watch her give this part of herself to someone else? Would our relationship eventually be reduced to forbidden trysts behind closed doors or kisses in the shadows?

  Her lips find mine, silencing my thoughts. Her tongue intertwines with mine and I roll her so that I can be on top. “This okay?” I murmur against her lips. She nods and I begin to move faster and push harder into her. She’s staring up at me, her eyes wide and unblinking and I don’t even want to blink out of fear of missing a second of what’s happening between us. “Jesus Christ, Gab. You’re so beautiful.” I rest my forehead against hers as I bottom out completely and begin to fuck her with an urgency that I’ve never felt before.

  Her arms move around my neck and into my hair where she pulls at my strands. I lower myself closer to her and rest my lips at her ear. “Mine,” I tell her. “Fuck, you’re mine.”

  “Always,” she whines as she runs her fingernails down my back.

  With every thrust, she is burrowing her way further into my heart and soul. My hand twitches and longs to be wrapped around her slender throat which is something I tend to do in bed, but I haven’t exactly broached the subject that this is one of my predilections.

  Next time.

  The thought that there will be a next time has my balls tingling with their pending release. “I’m going to come,” I tell her and she squeezes me in response.

  She lets out a low moan the last time I push further into her and my last thought before my cock empties inside of her is that I want her to come on my cock next time.

  “Fuck fuck fuck.” I slam my hand against my headboard and begin to fuck her harder through my orgasm.

  “Oh my God,” she cries. “It feels…really good now.” She’s raising her pelvis to meet mine and I feel the end nearing.

  “Gabrielle, goddammit.” I grit out as my entire body vibrates with the force of my climax. My eyes shut but I’m pretty sure they’ve completely rolled back or I’ve blacked out because when I open them, I’m lying on top of her. I realize I may be hurting her, so I lean up immediately, removing my weight from her. I look down at her and the smile across her face is almost too much after the orgasm I’ve had. “Was that…” I start and she nods vigorously.

  “Oh my God, that was perfect,” she whispers. “Better than I imagined.” She looks off to the side and then back up at me. “How much time do you need…?” She gives me a cheeky look. “Until we can do it again?”

  I can’t remember a time I was this happy. I’ve soaked in James’ bathtub several times over the past year but I’ve always been alone. I’ve fantasized about taking a sexy bubble bath with this man probably more times than I can count but I never thought we’d get here. He’s sitting behind me with his legs spread and I’m seated between his legs with my back resting against his chest. His lips haven’t left my neck since we settled in and I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life submersed in these bubbles.

  “We should talk about it, right?”

  “Hmmm?” he asks just as his tongue darts out to trace my ear and for a moment I’m speechless. He’s ready to go again? We had sex twice before we moved to the bathtub so we could clean the blood off of us. But we’ve been in here for close to an hour I think, and I am getting the feeling I won’t be getting out without another orgasm.

  “Talk about…this?” I let out a breath before turning my head to the side so I can see him a little better.

  “I would rather make you come again.” He cups my sex possessively. “You wouldn’t let me eat your pussy.”

  “Because I was bleeding, James.” And seriously, I had to basically fight him off of me.

  “I didn’t care. I wanted you to come again,” he tells me and I wonder if he’s done that before.

  “Have you…done that?” I wrinkle my nose at the thought. “It’s blood…”

  “It’s you.” He bites down on my shoulder and I melt. “And to answer your question, no I haven’t.”

  I turn around and pull him towards the middle of the tub so I can wrap my legs around his back. “James, I’m serious. This is…big.”

  “Are you talking about my dick?” He cocks his head to the side and a playful smile finds his lips.

  I splash him and give him my best serious look. “Did I not just say I was serious?”

  “It’s hard to have a serious conversation while you’re naked in my lap, Gabrielle. Especially not while I can see my teeth marks on your nipples.” I look down and see that some of the bubbles have dissolved and my breasts are riddled with hickeys. I look up at him and can’t help the smile that finds my face. I crawl into his lap, the heaviness of the potential conversation forgotten as I slide back down onto his dick. “I can’t do that conversation right now, Gabby. Not now. Just… can we pretend for the night we don’t have to?”

  I nod, though the anxiety over what we’ve done and where we can possibly go from here has already begun to take flight. “I can’t lose you, James. You’re my person,” I tell him honestly. He was already my entire heart and now we’ve taken this step.

  “Stop,” he says just as my phone starts ringing. I look towards the sink where it’s placed and roll my eyes. “Who would be calling you this late?”

  “I don’t know? Probably someone related to us.”

  I begin to slide up off of him when he grabs my hand and holds me in place. “Ignore it,” he tells me. “If it’s important, they’ll call me too. Anyone else can wait. I need to fuck your pretty cunt again.”

  His words send goosebumps everywhere, despite the warm water we are submerged in. I begin to ride him slowly, careful to not send water everywhere. He grips my ass with one hand and grabs my neck with the other. A spark flutters through my body and explodes at my sex at the feeling. “You like that?” he asks as he squeezes my neck and I nod.

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck. Of course, you do. You were fucking made for me.” He squeezes harder as I ride him, wrapping his large hand around my neck. He times his squeezes with his thrusts making me feel deliciously taut with each passing second. I haven’t come during intercourse yet, but the way my clit is splintering with every thrust, I think there’s a good chance it’ll happen this time.

  I close my eyes and ride the feeling, my breath coming out in spurts as he constricts my windpipe. “Oh, there it is,” he whispers. “This is what my baby likes.” I grip his arms as I try to steady myself. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?” I nod, the question of how he knows that failing to fall from my lips. It’s as if I can’t make the words come out. “Fuck, Gabrielle, you’re squeezing me so fucking hard.” His hand, not around my neck, squeezes my ass harder as he helps me move up and down.

  “Yessss.” My eyes twitch behind my lids as he hits a spot he hasn’t found before and I assume it’s that notorious G-spot. “Right there,” I sputter out between breaths.

  “Is that your spot? The spot that will have you screaming my name, angel?” He lowers my face down to his and licks my bottom lip. “You scream my name when you come, understand?”

  I nod. My clit tingles painfully and every time he taps my G-spot my chest feels like it gets tighter. I’m wound so tight at this point, I know this orgasm is going to be both spectacular and intense. “James, I…”

  “Yes, baby. Tell me.”

  “I…can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  I hear James’ phone ringing in the distance and more than likely whoever was calling me is now calling him and it briefly distracts me, but I don’t open my eyes. “Ignore it,” he grits out and squeezes my neck tighter. “Focus on me. On my cock. On my voice. On how I’m touching you. Focus on that feeling between your legs. Focus on the fact that I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy the second we are out of this tub.”

  I swallow his words and they feed my soul. I’ve been deliriously in love with this man for years and now here he is inside of me whispering all these dirty words to me. It’s enough to push me over the edge.

  “Get there, angel,” he tells me just as one of his fingers that had been digging into the flesh of my ass moves between my cheeks and circles my hole just as he tightens his grip even more on my throat. “I want this too,” he tells me and my skin feels as if it’s been set on fire.

  James wants to fuck me in the ass.

  And I want it too.

  The idea has me coming apart in his arms. My hands leave his shoulders and grip the sides of the tub as I fuck him harder, not giving a shit that I’m splashing water everywhere. I hear his praise as I come violently around him. At some point in the midst of my orgasm, he lets go of my throat which only intensifies the feeling. “JAMES, FUCK!” I scream, just as I was instructed. Although even if he hadn’t, I probably still would have screamed because I just went through the most exhilarating experience of my life.

  I stop riding and fall to his chest and he wraps his arms around me instantly. He’s still inside of me and I’m sure he’s still hard because I know he hasn’t come yet, but all he does is rub my back and place gentle kisses on my shoulder. “You’re incredible, baby,” he tells me. “God, watching you fall apart is…” he chuckles, “officially my favorite thing to watch. You looked so sexy.”

  I whimper in his arms and as much as I want to move, my limbs feel loose and languid and as if they weigh one hundred pounds.

  I turn my head so that I can press gentle kisses against his neck. I dart my tongue out to lick the skin and he chuckles again. “Gab, you’re killing me.”

  “I know,” I whisper before moving back up and begin to move again. He grips my shoulders keeping me in place and slowly moves me off of him. I frown and he shakes his head.

  “I turned you into a little nympho with two orgasms?”

  I roll my eyes at his comment. “You didn’t come,” I pout.

  He smiles and squeezes my face. “We have all night for you to make me come, and believe me I will. But we should figure out who’s trying to get in touch with us at very least,” he tells me and I totally forgot about the phone calls. It’s nearing eleven o clock, so I’m sure if it was our parents, they’re making sure I’m safe inside somewhere.

  Little do they know.

  He helps me out of the tub and towels me off before doing the same for himself and I see the missed call is from my sister, Monica.

  “She called me too,” James says and I nod. “You call her back. She wants to talk to you anyway.” He chuckles.

  “Why did neither of us answer? Only one of us can use the shower excuse.”

  “I’m on a call.” James shrugs.

  “At eleven?” I cock my head to the side wondering who in the world would buy that.

  “She has called me this late before and I didn’t answer because I was working. Trust me, she’ll think nothing of it. You’re the only person’s calls I take no matter what I’m doing. But most people are very well versed with my voicemail.”

  His words warm my heart and I reach for my phone just as he walks out of the bathroom. “Mon?” I say as she answers the phone.

  “There you are. Oh my God, and James didn’t answer either, I was about to send a search party.”

  “Sorry, I was in the shower, what’s up?” I put her on speakerphone as I begin to rub lotion into my skin. I drop the towel and spread it onto my breasts. I hear a soft moan that I’m praying was just my imagination but when I look out of the bathroom, I see James sitting on the bed stroking his dick in plain sight as he watches me.

  “Nothing, I just got home and figured I’d call you. I don’t think I’ve ever been here when neither you or James are here.”

  I watch him watch me. I watch his strong arms flex every time his fist hits his base and the look of desire that flashes across his features every time he hits the tip.

  Fuck, I mouth and he smiles in response as he nods his head up and down. I’ve forgotten that I’m on the phone with my sister until I hear her again. “Hello?”

  “Sorry, Mon. I got a text.” The lie flies out easily. “I know, but we’ll be home in the early afternoon.”

  “I should have just come there and we could have all hung out.” I thank every god there is that she didn’t have this idea weeks ago because it certainly would have prevented anything from happening between me and James. “When will you guys be home tomorrow?”

  “I think we are leaving around ten. I don’t know, James has been holed up in his office since I got here.”

  “That’s why that asshole didn’t answer.” I look at James and he winks and nods at me and it’s as if he’s saying, well done. He spins his index finger in a circle as if to say wrap it up before he looks down at his dick and then straight at my pussy.

  “Look Mon, I have to go. I’m exhausted from this week. We can catch up on everything when I get home. I’m so excited to see you!”

  “Me too! I miss you so much. I feel like you’re this whole new person now! Eighteen and her first semester of college in the books. Where did my baby sister go?”

  “She’s still here!” Just very different.

  “Alright, get some sleep. See you tomorrow. Love you!”

  “Love you too,” I tell her before hanging up. I set the phone on the counter and move out of the bathroom towards him.

  “You know,” he tells me as he stands up, “I was so in the moment, I forgot about your fantasy to lose it in front of the fireplace.”

  “To be honest, so did I. The fantasy of losing it to you trumps any fantasy I’ve ever had about the location.” I laugh as he lifts me up effortlessly.

  “Still. I’m going to make love to you in front of the fireplace now.” He carries me through the apartment and sets me on my feet when he reaches the living room. He lays a blanket down in front of the fire that is still going but has died down significantly. He stokes the flames and sits down next to me. I waste no time moving into his lap and he wraps his arms around me. “I’m never going to have my fill of you.” He rubs his nose against mine and the tenderness is too much.

  “James…”

  “I’m serious. This…” He lets out a breath. “I shouldn’t be surprised by how good it feels but I am surprised that I’m rationalizing the thoughts of keeping this going past tonight.”

  I gasp. “How would we tell our parents? Our friends? People that know us?”

  “I don’t know, Gabrielle. All I know is it’s not fair to us that we can’t have what we want.”

  “Society will say what we want is illegal.”

  “Is it really if we aren’t blood related?”

  “Can’t say that I’ve researched the semantics on incest,” I reply sardonically.

  “You haven’t? Not after all the times your hand was in your panties thinking about me?” he jokes and I shove him gently.

  “I didn’t think we’d ever get here, J. What reason would I have to look it up?” He shrugs and a wicked thought crosses my mind. “Have you thought about me…while you touch yourself?” I ask him and his eyes search my face for anything besides curiosity.

  “Gab…”

  “I told you about me.”

  “It’s different for you.”

  “How?”

  “You’ve been legal for a little over six months. You fantasizing about me doesn’t make you a pervert.”