Pursuit - a Dave Williams Story 4

The aroma of dark roast and cinnamon filled the air as David leaned back in his chair, watching Rachel move around her kitchen with an effortless kind of grace. Sunlight streamed through the open window, making the colorful glass suncatcher hanging above the sink cast prisms of light across the wooden countertops. Rachel was dressed in a way that suited her--comfortable, loose, almost bohemian. A long, flowing skirt with deep earthy tones swayed around her ankles as she moved, and the faded band tee she wore off one shoulder looked like it had seen better days, but on her, it worked. She was barefoot, always barefoot, with silver rings on nearly every finger and a thin leather cord around her neck holding some small crystal that she swore balanced her energy.

David had just come from the gym, still dressed in black joggers and a tight-fitting t-shirt that clung to his broad chest, damp from the lingering heat of his workout. He'd wrapped his hands earlier for some time on the heavy bag, and the red marks on his knuckles hadn't quite faded. He took a slow sip of coffee, letting the warmth settle into him as he watched Rachel move.

"So," she said, finally settling into the chair across from him, tucking one leg beneath her. "Tell me about dinner with the Harts. You've been holding out on me."

David smirked, setting his mug down. "It was... about what I expected," he admitted. "Jonathan was a wreck--man's unraveling faster than I thought he would. But Claire?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "She's something else."

Rachel arched a brow, intrigued. "Something else, how?"

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "She's observant, calculating. Spent most of the night trying to figure me out. She's playing a game, but she doesn't realize she's already lost."

Rachel hummed, stirring her coffee lazily. "I take it she's interested?"

David exhaled a laugh. "Showed up at my gym Monday morning."

Rachel nearly choked on her coffee, setting the mug down quickly. "No. She did not."

"Oh, she did," David confirmed, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Pretended she was there for a tour, but it was obvious. She barely even looked at the equipment. Just me."

Rachel whistled low. "Damn. She's got it bad."

"She thinks she's in control," David mused, his smirk turning knowing. "That's the fun part."

Rachel watched him carefully, fingers tracing the rim of her mug. "And what's your endgame, Davey?"

David didn't answer right away. Instead, he leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. The movement made his biceps flex, pulling his shirt taut across his chest. His voice was low, almost amused when he finally spoke. "Let's just say Jonathan Hart is about to understand what it feels like to lose."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You're impossible."

David just smirked, taking another slow sip of coffee.

They sat in easy silence for a while, the sounds of the city filtering in through the open window. Then Rachel shifted, biting her lip, and David caught it instantly. His gaze sharpened.

"What?" he asked, setting his mug down.

Rachel shook her head, a flush creeping up her cheeks. "It's nothing."

David arched a brow. "Rach."

She sighed, shaking her head before finally meeting his gaze. "It's just... something Emily said once."

David's smirk faded. "Yeah?"

Rachel hesitated, then took a sip of coffee before setting it down and meeting his gaze. "She said that, um... sometimes intimacy with you was... uncomfortable."

For a moment, there was silence. Then, David threw his head back and laughed--a deep, rich sound that filled the kitchen.

Rachel groaned, covering her face. "I knew I shouldn't have said anything!"

David shook his head, still grinning as he wiped a hand over his jaw. "Jesus. Don't believe everything you hear."

Rachel tilted her head, her smile turning just a little coy as she tapped her fingers against her mug. "Oh, I don't think it's a rumor."

David leaned forward then, his voice dropping to a low drawl. "And what exactly makes you so sure?"

Rachel just smiled, biting her lip as she looked at him over the rim of her coffee cup. "Call it intuition."

David shook his head, running a hand through his short hair as if physically brushing the conversation aside. "Alright, we're done here." He picked up his coffee and took a long, slow sip, hoping to move things along.

Rachel, of course, wasn't having it.

"Oh no, we're not," she countered, setting her cup down with a deliberate clink. "You can bench-press a small car and probably crush a coconut between your biceps, but you're trying to tell me that's not impressive?" She let her gaze drift, exaggeratedly taking in the sheer breadth of him--the thick muscle of his forearms, the way his shirt barely contained the size of his chest and shoulders. "I mean, look at you, Davey."

David smirked, shaking his head. "Rach--"

"No, seriously," she interrupted, tilting her head, eyes bright with amusement. "You're built like a damn Greek statue, and then there's this whole"--she waved her hand vaguely in his direction--"thing you've got going on. I don't think you even realize what you do to people."

David exhaled a short laugh, leaning back in his chair. "Trust me, there are some things you can't work out to make grow."

Rachel chuckled, tilting her head. "True, but that's not what I'm talking about." She tapped a finger against the side of her mug, studying him. "It's more than just muscle. It's your energy. Your presence. You walk into a room, and people notice. You don't even have to try."

David arched a brow, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. "Rach--"

"I mean it," she insisted. "It's the way you carry yourself. You're confident without being cocky."

David smirked at that, tipping his cup toward her. "Oh, I'm plenty cocky when I need to be."

Rachel grinned, shaking her head. "See, that's the difference. Most men want to impress people. You don't. Yet somehow, everyone you meet is impressed."

David held her gaze for a long moment, the teasing fading slightly as something unspoken passed between them. He could deflect all he wanted, but Rachel wasn't wrong, and they both knew it.

He exhaled, shaking his head. "I just don't have the energy to care what people think."

Rachel's smile softened, but there was something knowing in her eyes. "Maybe," she allowed. "Or maybe you just don't need to care."

David huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as he tried once again to steer the conversation in another direction. "What is this, Rachel? Some kind of late-game round of truth or dare?"

Rachel's lips curled into a slow, mischievous smile. "No," she said lightly, tilting her head. "But it could be fun."

Before he could respond, she stood, her movements fluid and deliberate. She stepped toward him, closing the space between them until she was standing directly between his spread legs as he sat in the kitchen chair. His body tensed, but he didn't move away. She was close--too close. Close enough that he could smell the faint, earthy mix of lavender and citrus in her hair.

Rachel glanced down at him, her voice softer but no less teasing. "I know what I felt when we hugged a couple of weeks ago."

David felt his entire body go rigid. Heat crept up his neck, and to his horror, he actually blushed. He cursed under his breath and exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "Rach--"

"Don't 'Rach' me," she interrupted smoothly, watching him with something that wasn't quite amusement but wasn't entirely innocent either. "You don't have to apologize, Davey. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

He swallowed hard. His usual confidence, the easy command he held in most situations, felt suddenly out of reach. Rachel was Emily's kid sister. He shouldn't even be having this conversation, much less sitting here with her standing between his thighs, looking down at him with something dangerously close to challenge in her eyes.

"We're both adults," she added, her voice quieter now, but no less firm.

He let out a slow breath, willing himself to push back--to reestablish boundaries that had suddenly started to blur. "Rachel," he said evenly, meeting her gaze. "You're my dead wife's kid sister."

Rachel smiled at that, slow and knowing. She leaned in just slightly, her voice dropping to something softer, more intimate. "I'm not a kid anymore, David."

David pulls his eyes from hers long enough to see her full, shapely breasts hanging bra free under her t-shirt. Rachel notices too and reaches out to take her brother-in-law's hands and put them on her tits.

David sighs, "Rach, what are you doing?"

Rachel smiles, "I'm not a kid anymore Davey, and I know what I want. Do you remember what you said to me after the funeral?"

David shook his head, almost ashamed at his body's response. He is gently caressing her tits, teasing her nipples to hardness. He swallows and shakes his head. "I don't remember much of those days."

Rachel patted his legs together and opened hers as she straddled his lap. She leaned forward, still allowing him free access to her amazing D cup tits. "You said, "It's just me and you now, kid. Em may be gone, but I will still be there to take care of you when you call." She leaned forward further, her lips inches from his, "I'm calling and I need you to take care of me."

David's jaw clenched as every muscle in his body tensed. He needed to put some space between them, to shut this down before it crossed a line he couldn't come back from. But his body--his traitorous body--wasn't getting the message. Rachel was too close, her scent wrapping around him, her breath warm against his skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the subtle pressure of her thighs brushing against the outside of his own as she leaned in even more.

His hands curled into fists on his lap, his breathing deliberately slow as he fought for control. This is Rachel. Emily's little sister. He kept repeating it in his head like a damn mantra, but it didn't stop his reaction to her.

Rachel, for her part, wasn't making it any easier. She smiled, sensing his struggle, and instead of backing off, she doubled down. Her fingers traced lightly over his shoulders, pressing into the dense muscle there before sliding up the side of his neck. "You can relax, Davey," she murmured, her voice low and knowing. "It's just us."

His throat worked around a swallow. "Rachel..." He meant for it to be a warning, but it came out rough, uneven.

She leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of his ear before she caught the lobe between her teeth and bit down, just enough to make his breath hitch. "Tell me," she whispered, "what are you going to do to Claire?"

David stiffened, his head snapping back slightly as he stared at her, surprised by the shift. His pulse pounded, though whether from desire or the mention of Claire, he wasn't sure. Rachel had always been perceptive, but this--this was something else entirely.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, his hands gripping the sides of the chair as though grounding himself. "Rachel, don't." His voice was strained, thick with something unspoken.

She chuckled, low and sultry, and the sound of it sent another jolt of heat through his veins. "Don't what?" she mused, brushing her lips against his jawline now, her hands sliding down to his forearms, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin. "Don't ask? Or don't stop?"

David let out a ragged breath, his control hanging by a thread. He needed to get the hell out of here. Needed to put distance between them before he did something he shouldn't. But Rachel wasn't letting up, and worst of all, a dark, selfish part of him didn't want her to. "What do you want to know?"

Rachel knew she was in control now, "I want to know what you are going to do to her."

David growled, his voice low. "I am going to break her. I am going to leave her a whimpering mess of orgasms and cum."

Rachel nibbled his neck, "Details my boy, details."

"What the fuck, Rach?" he growled, but continued. "I'm going to push her against the wall with my hand to her throat. I am going to kiss her, grope her, tease her until she begs me for more."

Rachel ground herself against his stiff cock, "Kind of like what I am doing to you now."

Dave sighed and his voice was broken, "Kind of like this, yes. I am going to make sure Jonathan hears her beg to suck my cock. I'll gently push her shoulders to let her know what I expect."

Rachel slid from his lap, "I don't need to be encouraged." Her hands rubbed the front of his workout pants. She tugged on the string, and without thinking David lifted his hips allowing his cock free from its prison. "Jesus, David. Emily was right, you are hung." she whispered as her hands went to the girthy shaft. "Show me what's next," she whispered as she moved one of her hands to his and pulled it behind her head.

David pulled her forward, her mouth opening to slide the head of his prick into her mouth, "Then I will have her suck my cock, just like you are doing." His hips began to rise and fall, trying to take control of his sister in law's actions, but Rachel was having nothing to do with it. She continued to slowly slide her mouth up and down the shaft. Her eyes never leaving his.

She pulled her mouth away, leaving a bridge of saliva keeping them connected. Her hand kept stroking his shaft as she whispered, "WIll you make her gag?"

Before David could answer, Ashley slid him as far into her throat as she could manage before she started to gag. David reached down with his hand and held her there for a few seconds, which caused her eyes to water. When he finally released her, she came up gasping for air. "Yes, I'll make her choke on my cock," he whispered.

Before her mouth went back to work on his saliva covered prick she smirked, "Will you make her swallow your cum, or will you make her wear your cum?"

David sighed as his dick was enveloped by her moist, warm mouth. "No, the first load is going to be buried deep inside of her tight cunt."

Rachel orgasm'd at his words, her head bobbing up and down his shaft as the release ran through her body. When the orgasm finally passed she released his cock from her velvety mouth, "Fuck that was hot."

David smirked, "No touch orgasm, I'm impressed."

Rachel slid back to her feet like a predator ready to devour her prey. She smirked, "Remember when I visited you all from college? I'd beg Emily to seduce you so I could listen to the two of you fuck. It was so hot, you were such a beast in bed, sure of yourself, confident, demanding. Yet, I always heard her cum 3 or 4 times. You were nothing like the pump and dump chumps I was seeing in college. So I learned to cum just from listening to you two through the wall."

David arched an eyebrow, "So are we done here?"

Rachel eyed his raging hard on that was pulsing on its own. "No, Sir. We are far from done here." She gathered her long skirt up around her waist and opened her legs to again straddle David's lap. Only this time, she let her pussy hover over his cock. "I'm going to be slow, I've never been with anyone quite this size."

"Let me help, Rach." The next thing she knew she was in the air, lifted by her spread thighs and then she was sitting on the kitchen countertop, head high, with her brother-in laws face between her thighs. Before she could protest... or beg, she felt his hot, powerful tongue as it seemed to find her entire wet cunt in one motion.

She looked down and saw a huge smile on Dave's face as his tongue worked like a busy animal that dodged here and then there. Tickle and lap and even thrum; sucking everything she had deep into his mouth and mushing it around there. After a bit, he found the spot, her spot. Not on her clit, but the one above her clit that she found when she needed to cum, but few lovers had ever been patient enough to find.

David knew immediately as a deep primal groan slid from her lips and her hand gripped his hair. Rachel had always been a one orgasm girl. "One and done," as her former lover used to tease. She didn't want to cum this quickly, she wanted it to linger and build. However, her body had a mind of its own and she came, thrusting her hips against Dave's mouth, enjoying the feeling of his mustache as it scratched in all of the right places.

He was looking up, watching her face, and she realized that was something she had enver experienced. David's piercing green eyes watched every contortion of her face, her breathing. He took in every piece of information that he could process and used it against her as he didn't stop. Shocked, her body didn't retreat, it craved more.

Her mind raced with her new reality. 'Yes. Do that. Do that again. Harder is good. Faster is good. Uh huh. Just keep that up for a while. Oh shit, oh fuck...' She was used to giving instructions, to taking control of her own pleasure, but with David she couldn't form words, but it was like he was reading her mind. She didn't have to take pleasure, he just gave it, and kept giving it. Reading everything in her body perfectly. Her breathing grew more labored, more frantic, she felt like she would pass out. And, David didn't give a shit. And that was good. He was lost in that soft slick wonderland. And Rachel sailed up and up and up until the next orgasm caused her to scream. Loud, high pitched - like no sound that had ever come from her body.

Before she could come down and process that she had just had two orgasms, she was in mid air; really in mid air, because David had stood and had picked her up, a huge hand under each thigh, and lifted her high off the countertop, and slowly lowered her down his chest and dadbod abs, until she felt the crown of that amazing cock, so erect, and that fat mushroom; and it was stiffer than she expected; and she felt it pushing her open, spreading her swollen lips even wider. And there was beautiful resistance, a delicious ache; and she felt her insides pulsing, trying to accept this new, large, so large....

"Oh fuck," she whispered, "Slow."

David smirked, "No words, you gave up control long ago Rachel, just take what I am going to give you." To Rachel it sounded like he growled as the thick bulb popped in. But he held her there, just there, just inside, where the thickness of it pushed against her G spot. A little lift, a little drop with those huge hands. He knew he had found the spot and just kept fucking her, only an inch or two. His fat cock stretched her enough to engage her clit, and that pronounced ridge teased her G spot until her third orgasm tore through her body as David just held her, effortlessly. Rachel arched her back, her long hair flowing down, and David just kept with the little lifts, with tiny hip thrusts to drive the orgasm on and on and on.

Rachel was exhausted, but David was just getting started. He somehow moved his hands to her back without her moving an inch and helped her sit back up to wrap her arms around his neck. With her face at the level of his chin, slick with her own offerings. She sucked her own cum off of his chin as she looked up into his bright green eyes, that were so intense she almost had an orgasm from just looking into them.

Her mouth was open, feeling it, feeling so full, waiting until... yes! That was the spot. She nodded breathlessly, mouth still open. She didn't know if she could have another orgasm, hell she was shocked she had had more than one but he had found the spot, but he wanted more. Rachel wondered what next trick he had up his sleeve. Then he tilted her, oh, the genius of it.... How did he know? So that the head, the firmness of it, found the perfect angle so that when he moved, he pushed deeper into her wet pussy. Something in her womb said yes, and she squirmed to get more, and he rocked her so she could get it; and for a small forever they stayed like that, his thrusts so small, but just right.