Dark cravings A collection of short steamy stories

"Are you sure you are ready to do this, Anne?" he had asked the umpteenth time, and my answers were still the same.

"Yes, Rick."

"Nobody is going to find out," I continued. 

"As long as you don't say a word to anyone about what we did, I'd definitely act like nothing happened." I'm sure he could see the plea in my eyes. Plea for a potential long night of sexual satisfaction, lustful exhibition, and pleasure craving.

"Please-" My timbre was shaky, but I knew he knew how authentic it was. I needed him, and I love that I needed him.

"Please make love to me, Rick." I pulled myself closer to him, holding the collar of his shirt, while stretching my face upwards to meet his. Rick would pass for a basketball player or maybe a model if engineering wasn't something he had always loved. His height was one of the, if not the most, arguably, finessed features about him.

Tall, built, and had a skin like one whose creature, on his day of creation, had dipped into a hot pot of chocolate oil. His brown was shining. He wasn't a dedicated member of the gym, yet he had this athletically built torso. If he was going to the gym, "Oh my God."

"Don't say no to me, Rick, please." I had already lowered my head; my height ended on his chest, so I could feel his heart racing. 

The beat was anxiously shaking the foundation of my clitoris.

"But, but, I-I can't, Anne, can't you-see?" He nervously stuttered. His deep baritone voice made his chest vibrate on my head. It felt good. It felt real. I couldn't fathom which I was falling for already, the strong fragrance from his Lonicera Fragrantissima cologne, his heartbeat, or the warmth that came from holding on close to him.

"I can't do this to my brother, Anne," he continued. I looked up to meet his face once again; I looked down without saying a word.

"I-I-" he paused again. Inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was oddly enjoying the emotional torture I was putting him through, seeing that my closeness to him was already yielding a positive result. I slowly pulled away from the self-induced grip. Slowly, I raised my heels off the ground, balancing on my forefeet, giving me an increased height as I made for his lips. He didn't resist, as he reciprocated my efforts; he circled his left hand on my waist, helping me regain my balance and posture, his head bent lower to support mine. I'm sure he must have noticed that my neck was already hurting.

The kiss was so good. Passionate, lustful, tasteful, and as slowly as our lips journeyed through each other's mouths, its tempo increasing and decreasing involuntarily.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Rick?" I interrupted the sensual moment, but he didn't say a word. The guilt was gone; the thought of not wanting to hurt his only brother's wife was gone. He had ignited the zeal in me, the urge, the passion, the hunger, the thirst to have him all to myself, and I love that out of the blue, he was ready to devour me, much as I was ready to let him have whichever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and however he wanted. 

We resumed kissing; this time, it was more intense, better, and with many more erotic sounds, which made me wet.

 His hands left their previous position and went to the back of my bra, and just like an expert, which I never knew he was, he had unhooked the breast house, making my pawpaw-shaped breast fall out like a child who has been locked in all day and finally given the freedom to go out and play.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe," he grinned sheepishly. Exposing and showing off his perfectly carved dentition as he stared at the two rounded pounds of flesh, which in a couple of seconds would be his to do whatever it pleases him to do with. His left hand went first, accompanied by his right, as he had grabbed and taken hold of my breast, caressing it so gently.

"Ouch, Rick." I let out a short moan. It was the alibi he needed to do more. I then took a step backward, his palms still on my boobs, my head was already raised, facing the ceiling, my eyes shut so heavily.

I was loving whichever pleasure I was getting from him while still on my feet. 

He lowered his head to meet my chest, then from the right nipples, he buried his mouth into it, sucking and milking it like it was his right to. I had already stopped breastfeeding my girl. She was with the nanny at home. My husband, his brother was on a business trip. I was there with him in the room, filled with lust. 

Nobody would know I was in Newcastle. If he wasn't going to tell, I would definitely not want to ruin my marriage as well.

He sucked so well. Rick was born to do this. To suck the living daylight out of my breast.

"Oh God!" I let out another soft moan as he did what he knew how best to do. He had lifted me up from the ground, his mouth still on my mammary gland, his eyes shut as he led me to his bed. I was very much oblivious of what was happening or what was to happen, but I loved the feeling. The feeling of being dominated under his masculinity. The feeling of finally getting to have a taste of the dick I have always envisaged, prayed for, hoped for, and wished for. 

The dick of my husband's twin brother.

He had placed me so gently on the bed; my eyes were still shut, but I was conscious of my environment. I felt his hold on me; I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes to meet his, smiling so mawkishly. Rick hardly smiles; the least he does is to grin.