Page 40 of This Time Around

“Shit, this- I, oh my god, Luke,” she pants as I slide deep inside her, making sure I don’t stop until I feel my head against her cervix. Once there, I pause, making little pulsing motions, and letting the vibration of the toy work over her clit. I watch as her eyes roll back in her head and her breaths become shallow.

I pull her knees up and pin them to my sides with my arms as I continue making small pulsing circles with my cock, buried deep inside her. Watching her like this is the most delicious sight.

“Fuck, baby, you feel incredible.” I admire the way she shudders beneath me.

“Luke, I’ve never felt like this.”

“Soak me,” I demand. “Soak my cock, baby. Just let go.”

I roll one nipple between my teeth. The sensation sends her over the edge.

She thrashes beneath me, her moans and my name echoing off the walls of the dimly lit bar. I watch each quake of her body, as her breaths rise and fall in rapid motion. My balls tighten as her walls clench around me, and with a scream of my name, she does exactly what I was asking-she drenches my balls. The sweet scent of her release fills the room. I pick up my pace, the melody of our skin slapping and the sounds of me pumping in and out of her soaked pussy is a soundtrack I want to play on repeat, as I empty myself inside her.

I collapse on top of her, and we lay there silently until our erratic breaths fall into beat with one another, and I regain enough strength to climb off the bar.

When my feet reach the floor, I step back and take in the vision before me; Blake sweaty, hair a mess, glistening from her own arousal mixed with my own. Her thighs and the counter are both slick, causing me to look down, and admire the mix of our arousal dripping in small beads from the head of my cock, making a tiny puddle on the floor.

“Fuck, B. This is a sight I will never get over.”

“Yeah, that was incredible.” Her words are faint, and her eyes are hooded.

I’m not sure how long I stood there thinking about her, how breathtaking she is, before we finally cleaned up our mess and made ourselves presentable. But, I’m positive the feeling of me collapsing on top of her, sweat coating our skin and my come sliding out of her, will play on repeat in my head until we make a new memory to take its place.

We cleaned ourselves up, got rid of any evidence of the sex we just had, and ordered pizza to be delivered later. Blake wanted to make sure we had enough to feed everyone coming to help. It’s been several hours and we are assembling one of the last three bookshelves as my parents walk in.

“Oh my,” mom coos. “This is even better than I imagined,” she tells Blake as she wraps her in a tight hug.

“Thanks,” Blake responds, a smile covering every inch of her face.

“Where would you like us to start?” Dad asks, giving her a hug.

“I organized all the books by category and placed them in front of the shelves they will go on. There are so many books, I’m not sure there is a logical starting place, so just pick any shelf,” Blake directs them towards a few boxes of books.

“Holy shit, this is fucking beautiful,” Knox’s voice echoes through the small space, just as a tiny figure comes darting through the door, running straight for Blake.

“Blake, Blake, you have books!” Riker yells.

“Sorry, Knox’s mom will be here soon to pick him up,” Ana calls out, breathless, running through the door after him.

“Hey buddy,” Blake smiles, spinning Riker in circles, lathering him in kisses. “I missed you so much.”

About an hour goes by before April walks in. When she hits the door, a soft smile crosses her face as she looks around the cozy space. “This is great,” she tells Blake as she gives her a soft hug. The tension between them is palpable in the dimly lit room, mirroring the cool air passing outside. I hate how broken their relationship is right now, but appreciate the fact my sister is here for Blake despite their differences.

“Hey Ap,” I greet her, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Hi, brother, this place is amazing.” I don’t miss the distance in her gaze. I’m used to her giant hugs and bubbly energy, but it is nowhere to be found today.

“Hey, there is a place opening up around the corner offering baking classes. Wanna take one with me next week?” I ask her, knowing how much she loves baking.

“Actually,” she lets out a long exhale and I prepare for the let down, but she adds, “a baking class would be fun. I miss our date days.”

She spends several hours loading books onto shelves, making conversation with Knox and Ana, but not really directing any of her attention our way. She is obviously avoiding eye contact, as if seeing us together with her own eyes will make our relationship more real.

I can tell it bothers Blake, but baby steps are better than none at all. I know my sister, and how much she loves Blake. This will pass, she just needs time.

When Shit Falls Out of Line

“I could stay awake just to hear you breathing…”