Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF) (14 page)

Nathan looked upon Maya. She was a strong, intelligent, and beautiful woman. Degrassi was a lucky bastard to have her. He’d better take care of her. Or else.

“
Do you want to get married?” Maya asked Nathan.

He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the chiffon on her slinky black blouse. And she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him looking this smartly-dressed. She still remembered him as the young hooligan who’d hang himself upside down on tree branches, who’d shoplifted make-up items for her before, because he’d overheard her saying to a friend that she’d get them, if she could afford them. That was during their mid-teens, before either of them was earning a regular income in more acceptable ways.

“
I don’t know.” Nathan rubbed his temples, feeling a slight headache coming on. And then he just let himself go. He could confide in Maya. He was still comfortable in her presence, even if they hadn’t spoken or met up in a while. “Everyone, like, wants to get married…is that the most important thing in life? And people putting all their wedding photos up on Facebook, then their baby’s photos—when they have kids—and the profile picture will be JUST OF the baby—”

“
Showing off the bundle of joy—” Maya quipped.

“—
with the parents nowhere in sight. So what, all of life becomes the baby? The product of the marriage?” Nathan paused. “Are you going to have kids?”

And Maya’s svelte physique would change thereafter. But Nathan wouldn’t let himself get in the way of whether Maya wanted to have her own children or not. He could be a bastard at times, but not
that
much of an S.O.B.

Maya nodded. “I guess so…some day. I’m 25—and not getting any younger.” She gave a short hiccup of a laugh, even though she really wasn’t joking.

Nathan exhaled. “You’d be…a great mother.” He could see Maya, dedicated and truly wanting the best for a child—her child—and fully enjoying the experience of motherhood.

Maya had a slightly distant look in her eyes. Nathan noticed it. There was something vacant—not the twinkling joy a person had, when envisioning happy times with their family, or spouses, or offspring. It was a look he could identify with.

“
You’ve always liked children.”

“
Yeah…I don’t want to have them too late in life though. I’m looking more and more like Mum everyday. Everyday, when I look at myself in the mirror…” Maya brought up her bangs. “I’ll look at these.”

She leaned forward over the table, showing some of her cleavage, which Nathan kept his eyes off, though it still brought the blood rushing to his other head. He looked at what Maya was showing him—two faint lines across her forehead.

“
I can-not make them go away!” she exclaimed, letting her hair fall down again. “Oh, can you imagine hitting 30? It’s all gravity from there, yo.”

Nathan simply smiled. “You’ll always be beautiful.”

She looked at him, appreciatively. “You’re a guy, it’s okay—you can get married at any age. When you’re a woman, 25’s the expiry date…I don’t wanna be left on the shelf.”

Nathan’s eyes widened. Was this what his independent sister really thought of herself?

“
I mean, Shane is nice, and very capable…”

But—Nathan knew a “but” was coming.

Maya gazed up, wondering how to put it. Nathan held his breath, as he observed how well the warm lighting in the room played up her brown hair and eyes.

“
But the…” she trailed off. She hadn’t shared this with anyone, not even her close girlfriends.

“
Does he treat you well?” There was a slightly hard, defensive edge, in Nathan’s tone.

Maya nodded, then closed her eyes for a moment. “He’s just…”

She opened her eyes, not making eye contact with Nathan, looking right through him, almost. “The sex is just…so-so. He reads all these magazines, for tips, but it’s still…”

Nathan watched Maya’s mouth, and her seemingly expressionless face, which gave away nothing.

She looked at Nathan, then frowned—she didn’t understand herself. “But you can’t have it all, right?”

“
Better than no sex,” Nathan replied.

“
I don’t know…” Maya trailed off. “Shane’s the best I can get…I try to do what I can—he enjoys it, the sex…” Maya frowned again. “And he doesn’t skip foreplay…I just feel like we’ve never really ‘let go’, when having sex, you know? It’s just physical…and over quite fast…and I can’t wait for it to be over sometimes. He doesn’t want it all the time—too tired from work.”

Nathan acknowledged her frustration, and gave her moral support via a listening ear and non-judgment.

“
I guess I shouldn’t complain,” Maya concluded.

“
Sex is more complex for a female,” Nathan said, surprising Maya with his ease, and level of maturity. “I think it is one of the great mysteries of being a female. A mystery that should be…treasured.”

It was something that couldn’t be taken away—the power of a woman’s own mystery—which Nathan thought far too many women dismissed, in favour of skimpy attire and society’s version of “sexual empowerment.”

Maya gave a sensuous smile, basking in Nathan’s wise words. “Clever boy.”

Nathan looked at the time—10.30 pm. He’d have to go, since he had to start work early in the morning, the next day.

“
I’ll see you on Wednesday,” he said, going over to Maya to give her a hug. “It’s your big day.” He’d put his vague, ill-feelings aside, for Maya’s sake—he wasn’t going to spoil the occasion for her.

She hugged him—holding on, then clinging on, not wanting to let go.

“
Oh, Nate…” she whispered. His hands were on her back. He could feel a stab of pain that went through her heart, when she said to him, “I’d so do you, if you weren’t my brother.”

“
You would?”

“
Yes.” Then Maya let go, taking a step back. “Did I just say that? Gosh! I…” Her mouth gaped open. “I was…I was just…”

She sat down, looking thoroughly exhausted. “I mean, I would—I mean, I must be crazy…wedding jitters…” She wrung her precious hands together. “Sorry if I freaked you out, okay?”

“
I would too,” Nathan said with a smirk. It gave him great pleasure that his sister had thought of him that way, even if just once, and in the moment. He’d probably thought of being her lover more times in the past week than he had in his entire life.

Maya stood up again, going over to him, reaching out for his hands. Nathan had turned to go, but stayed still. They stood together, Maya up against his back. He was taller—slightly taller than her fiancé—and broader-shouldered, and almost a decade younger.

He closed his eyes, a fire coursing through his veins and body, when a faint sigh escaped from Maya’s lips.

“
Nate…” she said, breathily.

He spun himself around. He saw the look in her eyes—deep inside, behind the put-together exterior, behind her designer clothing, behind the upcoming nuptials—and saw the woman in her yearning to be satisfied, pleading to be unleashed, begging to be engaged in its raw, primal state, an ultimate experience where two bodies would become one—to counter the “man and wife” concept—because she was frightened to death of being enslaved and shackled to the concept. Shane Degrassi saw her as his wife-to-be, but Nathan was the only one who saw, acknowledged, and understood that she was and wanted to be recognized as a woman, first and foremost.

He held her close, breathing in the sweet scent of her clean, silky hair, before giving her a soft, achingly soft, kiss on her even-softer lips.

“
Kiss me hard,” she whispered, pressing hard against the fabric on his lower back, “like we’re all going to die…like this is our last night alive.”

So she did feel the same—
death, like the lilies signified
—and Nathan rocked her body closer against his, as she started grinding against his groin, as he sucked on her lower lip long and hard, exactly like she wanted it. She moaned as he dropped her chiffon sleeves off her toned shoulders, pressing up against her warm, inviting skin, as he kissed and sucked on her neck, and breasts which seemed to have gotten a size larger ever since Nathan had slipped her top off. He lovingly cupped her breasts, which fit the shape and size of his hands, softly milking her erect nipples with his gentle but hardworking lips, once she had unhooked her black lace lingerie.

She unbuttoned his shirt in a wild frenzy, but he lifted her off her feet before she could tear his shirt off, even though she’d just managed to get the last button undone.

Nathan paused for a moment, when he faced the door. He gazed down at Maya, who gazed back up at him with an open face, and large, innocent eyes which hid nothing. “Shane’s not going to be back tonight, is he?”

Maya gave a coy laugh. “Tomorrow. He has one more meeting with his client tomorrow.”

Nathan was heading for their room, when he paused again. “On your bed?” The bed she shared with Shane?

Maya nodded, running a hand along Nathan’s sculpted biceps. He felt like he was a hero, rescuing her from a sad, cruel fate.

“
He’s a good man…” Maya said, “…but he doesn’t see the woman in me. He does foreplay, because he knows he’s supposed to—and I play along, like I’m supposed to. Just do whatever you want—whatever you want to do to me—”

Nathan would have thrown her down onto the bed and had his way with her, just as she’d said—he’d get her to deepthroat him. It’d be so hot hearing her gag while she was blowing him and it would be SUPER HOT if she was really into it too, playing with herself and trying to get off when he did—he’d get her to deepthroat him before coming all over her body—all. over.—the sheets would be so soaked they’d have to spend the entire night cleaning up.

But he set her down slowly…this was his gift to her, just as he wanted it, and he wasn’t going to rush through it and mess it up.

He leaned over Maya on the bed, lifting his body up on his shoulders, before Maya pulled him in close and started drinking in his kisses, and rocking her body and pelvis up against his, till he finally ripped his pants and underwear off. Maya was mesmerized with his huge, slightly curved cock, and spread her legs wide open, looking up at him with her bedroom slutterina eyes that dedicated the entire moment to him, her cherished brother, only him, and nobody else.

Nathan ran his tongue over her pussy lips, devouring her, going as far in as he could, up to his eyelashes, burying his face and tongue in her, his fingers digging into her butt cheeks as she breathed heavily, writhing with subdued, long and ever-increasing-in-volume moans that drove Nathan to go even slower, but more intense, which drew them both closer together in their mutual agony and blissful torture from delayed, prolonged pleasure and gratification.

Nathan had lost track and notion of time and space when Maya started thrashing her legs against his face—he held onto her legs, until her explosive climax, which he tasted with his tongue and that she christened with a loud cry like that of an exotic bird in the wild.

He thought he was going to pass out, but she held him down, flipped her body over on top of his, and started riding his dick reverse cowgirl style, giving him the view of back and applebottom ass, as she gripped and slid up and down the shaft of his rock-hard penis. He was going to pass out—
when the penis is hard, life is good
—and he didn’t mind dying, if he was going to go this way.

Maya rode his cock like her heart and soul depended on it—because they really did. In her darkest days, Nathan was the only person who made her come alive, even when she felt her mind and body had already gone dead.

* * *

Nathan bolted out of Maya’s apartment the next morning at 8.45 am—he was supposed to be at work by 9 am. He’d borrow the electro-thermal steam ironing machine at work to smooth out the creases on his shirt.

He met his first customer, Yasmin Shiraz, a young socialite who ran her own concierge and events company, and let her peek ahead in his counter guide at the “exciting new products” lined up for the next month.

But Yasmin seemed to be sneaking a peek at Nathan’s face a few times, as she browsed through the counter guide.

He didn’t know if anyone could tell what had just happened, the night before. He’d flirted with Yasmin a few times—but never when she came in with her older brother.

“
Do you think Maghan will like this?”

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Nathan stared at the sterling silver and rhodium-plated cuff links, reading the advertising copy, before remembering where he was.