Kieran pressed send, shooting the file off to Sammie. She’d told him he could go ahead and post it tonight, but he wanted to make sure she saw it first.
Was it weird that he was sending his childhood best friend’s sister a clip of the porn they’d made together? Maybe. But Kieran couldn’t get past the fact that nothing he’d ever made on his ownorwith another partner had looked quite as good as Sammie had looked writhing in his lap.
The video wasn’t long. Just a few minutes. It had felt like a lifetime in the moment, with Sammie sitting so close, grinding down on his trapped cock. The way she’d looked in the mirror, topless, dark waves spilling over her shoulders, the swell of her ass in those black panties, the softness of her curves, the shifting muscles of her back.
Kieran loved to watch, and Sammie had put on one hell of a show for him. No wonder he’d come so quickly.
The angle of the video was slightly different from what he’d watched in the mirror, shifted just enough to hide their faces. But even still… Kieran couldn’t wait to post it. His subscribers were going to have a meltdown, and it was all thanks to Sammie.
She was a natural. Kieran hadn’t been expecting it. All of the nerves she’d displayed when she’d first arrived, they’d disappeared with the first wave of pleasure she’d wrung from him. Kieran may have taken the lead this time, but he could already tell that Sammie would eventually steal the reins, and he would probably thank her for it.
As he let the video play one last time, though, he realized that it wasn’t just that Sammie stole the show. They looked goodtogether.There had been no awkwardness between them, no time spent learning each other. They were like two puzzle pieces that had accidentally fallen into place, and it showed in their performance.
A fire simmered low in Kieran. Not like what he’d felt with Sammie in his lap. No, this was something more pervasive, more dominating. A fire that wanted to spread, to consume, and Kieran realized that hedesperatelywanted to work with Sammie again.
What they’d made together was gorgeous. A fucking masterpiece, and it had just been thempracticing.
Kieran closed his laptop, setting it on his nightstand. He needed to go to sleep. He had a workout scheduled in the morning, then a long afternoon practice. If he wanted to get his run in, he’d need to be up early.
The next few weeks would be busy. The final games of the season, traveling back down again and again to see his parentsandto help Sammie with her grandmother’s house.
But as Kieran mentally reviewed his schedule, his mind kept circling back to the same thing, searching for a time that he and Sammie would be able to meet again here in his bedroom.
CHAPTER NINE
CHICAGO WILDCATS GROUP Chat
Atticus: My place, 7pm, smash bros
Bowen: I’m in
Eric: me toooooo !!!!
David: I don’t do video games
Aaron: I’ll be there
Kieran: My bedtime is 8:30, cutting it awfully close
Atticus: Why are you like this
Kieran: Will your sister be there?
Bowen: HOLY SHIT
Eric: DID HE JUST
Atticus: I’m speechless
Coach Rodriguez: TEAM RELATED CONVERSATIONS ONLY PLEASE
Atticus: No worries boss, this is a team bonding activity
Atticus: Nothing brings people closer than punting each other off the map
Atticus: And yes, sammie will be there :D
Ivy: dibs on pikachu
