Taboo Love Part 2

I laid in the after-fog of another great orgasm. My eyes remained shut, and my breathing evened out. Every muscle in my body relaxed, and I considered dozing, when I heard the click of a digital camera.

Sitting up, I found Shamus poised between my legs, lens of a slender silver cam pointing at my dripping cunt.

I blinked at my step brother. “Shamus Patrick Quinn, did you just take a pic of my pussy?”

He threw his head back and laughed at this, then hopped off the bed. “Indeed, Queen Obvious, I did. It’s for my cream pie collection.”

I slapped my forehead. “I’m not sure I want to know.”

Shamus turned to face me, displaying his glorious physique. “A cream pie is a pornographic term which refers to a man’s joy juice seeping from a woman’s sweet spot.” He flashed a grin that would make the devil proud.

I raised my eyebrows at him and slid from the tousled sheets. “Colorful language. Never any shortage when Shamus is around.”

He waggled a finger at me. “Come now, Mary Rose. The uptight routine doesn’t wear well on you. Besides, at this point, I know it’s a façade.”

“There’s nothing uptight about my dislike of euphemisms.” I poked a finger between his admirable pecs. “Now, for a second time, I ask you: Why are you working at a sex club?”

Shamus mocked a thoughtful expression, then gave me his wicked grin once more. “Why not?”

“Arrrghhh!” I shouted, pulling my hair as I stalked by him to enter the bathroom. “And you call me purposely evasive.”

I shut the door, but forgot to lock it. Soon after warm water hit my face and breasts, I felt wide, strong hands slide across my hips. I was urged backward into a solid, now damp, chest of muscle. Shamus wrapped his arms tight about my waist and kissed my temple. Already, his cock was fully hard. Its throbbing thickness pressed into my ass.

“You can’t keep that thing down for more than two hours, can you?” I tried to pull away, but he held me tight. My heart upped its pace once more, and I fumbled for a bottle of shower gel that hung from a handle. “So, about the sex club…”

“You’re trying to distract me from seducing you again, aren’t you?” He took the gel from my hand and held it up. “Completely edible, you know? I could slather this all over you and lick—”

“The club?!” My voice sounded sharper than I meant it to. I felt my face flush hot, and it wasn’t just due to the temperature in the steamy shower.

He gave an obviously exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. “If you must know, because I want to.” He squirted a liberal amount of green, lime scented gel in his hand. “That, and I’m thinking of investing in the place.”

“Investing?” I tried to focus as he lathered up my tits with the citrusy soap, squeezing and kneading the firm globes. He paid particular attention to the nipples, rolling them between his slick, soapy fingers. A twinge of desire woke up in my cunt once more, and the fire spread up to my belly.

“Yes, I know one of the people who owns the place.” He bent over and his tongue flicked out, curling around my now taut nipple.

“That’s it?” My voice was hoarse, now, as he dug callused fingers into my ass and yanked me against his wet body.

“That’s it.” His ragged breath fanned my ear. “Now, please, Mary—try to focus. We’re about to have sex here.”

I certainly wasn’t satisfied with his explanation, but he was determined to render me unable to care. He trickled more gel into his palm then slid his slippery hand down my stomach. I spread my legs as his fingers moved lower to tease my clit.

After soaping up my own hands with the fragrant mixture, I caressed a trail down his chest and stomach, then I coiled my well-lubed fingers around his penis. My slippery grip was perfect, and I squeezed him hard as I slid my fingers down to his balls. There, I massaged his sack with my soapy touch until he groaned against my neck. His soft breath tickled my skin and I giggled. When my fingers once more reached the head of his cock, I teased beneath the glans with my slick thumb.

He growled something unintelligible and reciprocated, splaying my cunt lips wide and caressing my inner labia with two fingers, before returning to my throbbing clit. With a silky thumb, he traced slow then fast circles in the swollen flesh. He slipped two fingers inside my now quivering pussy, seeking my g-spot with insistent strokes while he ground his thumb harder into my clitoris.

I bucked against him, clutching to his soap-smooth shoulders with one arm. With my other hand, I squeezed his cock hard and then slid up and down as fast as I could.

“Okay,” he said, before nipping and sucking a trial from my neck to breast, “I did promise to lick every inch—”