#phiwan

But when she wasn’t paying attention, that’s when his eyes were greedy, wandering over every inch, mind racing, licking his lips; thoughts of what his fingers could do for her.His tongue could do for her. What kind of pretty noises she’d make if he slipped one of his fingers inside; see how many of his fingers she could take. Before she was stretched tight around him, moaning, screaming his name, begging him not to stop. 

Because if anything, Ewan was generous; giving. And he’d give anything, give everything to taste her lips, her cunt, hear her say his name.

“Ewan?” A sweet voice says, interrupting his not so gentlemanly thoughts, “You okay?” 

“Mmm,” he says, not realizing his eyes are staring directly at her chest, fingers just barely ghosting her knee. He can feel her body heat radiating beneath them and he tenses. “Uh-just nervous. Sorry, Phi.” Ewan mumbles, feeling his cheeks burn red, embarrassed, wanting to run back to his hotel room and hide.

Maybe take a cold shower and jerk himself off to the thoughts of her curvaceous, gorgeous body, completely unbidden to him.

“Are you really sorry, though?” She gives him a big smile that makes her whole face light up, teasing him, knowing exactly how to get under his skin. He goes to move his hand, but her smaller hand touches his, intertwining and tangling her ringed fingers through his thicker ones. 

Ewan’s eyes widen, stomach dropping at the sight, breath hitching; like he’s on the most exhilarating ride of his life and he never wants to get off. For he’d ride with her for always.

She squeezes his hand reassuringly, and it shoots straight towards his cock. And for a moment he imagines what that hand would look like wrapped around the width of him, sliding over his curbed shaft, milking him.

“Phia,” Ewan whispers, just loud enough for her to hear, strained, jaw going tense. Wanting her to pull her hand from his because there’s no force, no entity on earth, not even God himself, that could tear his hand from hers. 

It’s just the two of them, the outside world forgotten, when Phia leans forward, the slit of her skirt slipping up higher on her creamy thigh. 

“Ewan,” she whispers back, hot breath hitting his cheek and his erection swells instantly, bringing their hands, still held together, to the front of his crotch. 

“Shit, Phi!” Ewan jolts up, and she laughs softly, throatily. The sound reverberates through him like honeyed silk, soothing every crack and crevice inside his body and soul.

But he’s frozen to the spot, his hand still holding tight to hers, letting her lead him.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Phia looks around, making sure they’re alone in the room still, “we’re alone, little brother.”

He groans when he hears her use his pet name for the first time like this, sexually, intimately; delicate hand in such close approximation to his. She presses their interlaced hands insistently against his fully hard cock now.

“Yes, sis,” he gasps her pet name out, biting his bottom lip when she begins to rub him through his trousers, his hips grinding against both of their hands.

And then her lips are on his own, demanding his mouth to open for her tongue, which she slips inside, hungry, and insatiable, their kisses urgent, wet.

“Cum for me,” Phia groans into his mouth, threading her other hand through his hair and tugging it backwards, sucking on his lower lip and it sends him into overdrive. All his pent up feelings, hormones, and stress leaving him, as he orgasms, humping desperately against their conjoined hands; coming beautifully apart beneath them, but never wanting to ever part from her. 

Ewan closes his eyes, wanting to pass out, to wake from this dream. His brain and body whirling, spinning, trembling under her touch still. 

But this isn’t a dream, not when he feels his cum stain the front of his trousers, seeping through messily, staining both of their skin. Not when he feels her lips press against his fevered forehead, kissing him lightly. Gravity instantaneously yanking him away from the stars, his head from the clouds, back to reality, awakening him wholeheartedly.

“Finally.” Phia says, smiling nuzzling her nose to his, kissing him on the lips once more, making his heart skip three beats. “That was good, Ewan. So good.”  

And Ewan can say nothing, throat thick with emotion. So he nods, gives her a giant satiated smile back. 

“I always wondered what you would look like coming apart—for me.” Phia breathes out and her irises are blown wide, blue eyes darkened the most stunning gray. “And what you would sound like moaning my name. And now I know.” 

Ewan stares back, once again speechless, thoughts swirling, jumbled, when she unhooks her hand from his and roughly shoves it between her thighs. 

Her sticky, soaked, soft, and silky thighs.