My Best Friend's Brother(13)

     



 


I was so busy studying her home that I didn't hear her clicking down the hallway with a tray of cocktail ingredients.


"I believe I was promised one last thing," she said as she handed me the tray.


She sat down on the couch that faced the fireplace as I got to work on  the cocktails. She brought out all the ingredients for an appletini and  then had a small crystal container of aged bourbon for myself. I watched  her sink into the cushions, her toes kicking off her shoes as she  sighed with relief. It was interesting, seeing her in such a comfortable  state around someone like me, someone she portrayed to not enjoy.


"A cocktail for the lovely lady," I said.


I handed her the martini glass before I sat beside her on the couch. Her  body was warm like I remembered it, and we sat and stared at the absent  fire and simply enjoyed each other's company. This was the part that  she wanted to be fluid. This was the part she wanted to be natural.


And my natural instinct was to throw this fucking bourbon back and take her right here on this couch.


I threw my drink back, gulping it down as she slowly panned her gaze my  way. I placed it on the floor, kicking my shoes off as I stared at her.  The way her cheeks were flushed, the way her lips curled around the edge  of that glass, all of it was bombarding my senses, how soft her hand  had felt in mine, how pliable her hips were, sinking into the couch, how  softly her hair seemed to glow, even in the moonlight streaming through  her apartment windows.


I watched her drink down her appletini, her eyes hooking onto mine as  the innocently-glistening blue darkened into a thunderstorm of lust.


I pried the empty glass from her fingertips as a droplet of drink sat on her lower lip.


I leaned in, flicking my tongue across the droplet as I gathered it into  my mouth. I heard her sigh, our bodies hovering beside one another as  we both waited for the other to make the move. I'd done everything she  asked for. Everything she wanted.


Now, it was her turn to come to me.





Chapter 11


Sarah


He was hovering. I could feel it. He was waiting for me to make the  first move. His tongue had felt so good on my lower lip, so soft and  supple. I wanted to dart out and catch it. Encompass my lips around his  tongue and taste the bourbon on his skin. I could smell his cologne. The  musk his body emitted as his cock grew behind his pants.


I flicked my gaze down and saw the growing outline of the monstrous cock in his pants, and it broke me.


The memories of how well he fucked me broke me, and soon, I was crashing my lips into his.


I craved him. In all the ways he would give me. I tugged his tie from  around his neck and slid his suit jacket off his broad, chiseled  shoulders. His hands flew up my dress, his hands reaching up to cup my  ass cheeks as he ground his hips up into me. My hair fell beside our  faces, covering us from the world as my fingertips undid every single  button of his shirt.


We stood, shedding our clothes in the darkness of my apartment. I was in  control of what happened here. I was the queen of my castle. I'd have  him coming and screaming my name, begging for more before I kicked him  out. I'd use him for my perfect night and then simply let him go like he  did all those other fucking women he probably destroyed.


His hands cupped my tits while my fingertips danced down his abs. His  rock hard body was panting, his cock dripping as it reached out to be  embedded in me. I took his hand and lured him into my bedroom, toppling  us to the crisp, soft mattress as his lips dove for my neck.


He sucked patches of skin in, his lips traveling greedily down my body. I  wanted him more than I did the first time. I wanted every single dip of  my body to be met with his tongue by the time we were finished tonight.  His lips wrapped around my pert nipple, causing my back to arch into  him as he smiled.


My hands threaded through his hair, pushing him down to where I really wanted him.


His tongue painted faceless images all over my stomach. I jumped at his  touch, feeling his hands slowly part my thighs. I moaned at the cool air  hitting my wet pussy. My folds were slowly opening for him, blooming  for him and waiting to accept his tongue.


He tossed my legs over his shoulders, his hands threading underneath my  thighs. His massive hands wrapped around and parted my pussy folds, his  lips kissing me sweetly as my hands tugged his hair. I needed him to be  closer. Deeper. I wanted to come all over his face, so he couldn't rid  himself of my scent for days like I couldn't get rid of his.


Then, his tongue darted out to lick up my juices. I lifted my head and  watched those peridot eyes stare me down, his tongue making a show of  the fluids he was scooping up and swallowing. His tongue found my clit,  flicking it out from underneath its hood as my body jumped. He chuckled  darkly at my reaction as my head slammed back down onto the pillow, and  it didn't take him long before he picked up the pace.         

     



 


My legs shook, and my thighs clamped down onto his cheeks. His hands  kept me parted as my ankles tangled against one another. I pressed my  heels into his strong back, arching my pussy deeper into his tongue. He  gave me exactly what I wanted, pressing deeper and deeper as he took  long, thick licks of my dripping slit.


It threw me over the edge as I came hard, spilling my juices onto the comforter of my bed as I moaned and groaned his name.


He cleaned me up with his tongue as I laid there panting. He stalked up  my body, knowing he had me right where he wanted me. I saw the look of  confidence in his eyes as his gaze met mine, that bullshit grin I wanted  to slap right off his face.


But I didn't have the energy, and I wanted his body too much to be angry at him.


At myself for caving in again.


I raised my lips up and crashed them onto him. I licked my essence off  his lips as his cock settled in between my legs. I was still surprised  at how massive he was, thinking my body would never be able to take all  of him. My hands ran down his back, digging into his sinewy muscle as  his hand guided the head of his cock straight into my pussy.


I whimpered and shook, feeling him inch into my body until his hips finally bottomed out into mine.


"You're so tight for me, Sarah," he said into my ear. "So perfect for me."


I squeezed my pussy around his length, drawing breathless gasps from him as I giggled in his ear.


"I like these games you play, but you must understand I play them better, right?"


He slowly drew out before he jammed himself back in, and it caused me to fall back to the bed.


"You must understand that you really have no control when it comes to me."


He drew back out and slowly inched in, hitting every single part of my  swollen walls as I trembled and gasped for breath. He felt so good, and  he sounded even better like the demons of the devil humming in my ear.


"You must know how your body trembles for me," he said as he dipped his  lips to my neck. "How your skin gives way at every touch I give you."


I moaned as goosebumps appeared on my arms, giving away my desperate need for him as he smirked against my skin.


"Then you must know why you really wanted this second date tonight, Sarah."


He had my full attention now as he lifted his gaze to mine.


And then, I asked the question I really didn't want the answer to.


"Why?" I asked.


"It's very simple really," he said as he stuffed his cock farther into my body.


I moaned his name involuntarily as the smirk on his face grew into a lascivious grin.


"It's because you simply wanted it," he whispered.


At that very moment, he pounded into my hips. My tits bounced and my  body churned. I hung on for dear life as his cock ripped me into pieces,  throwing me into a carnal frenzy as my lips kissed and nipped at every  part of him I could find. His hands wrapped around me and pulled me into  his lap, his feet planted on the floor as I rode his cock. I wrapped my  arms around his neck and shamelessly bucked in his lap, coating his  thighs in my silken fluids as he chuckled darkly in my ear.


Our moans and groans swirled into one another's. His hands ran down my  back. He set my skin on fire while his cock stroked the electricity  coursing through my veins, and my lips sloppily found his as our tongues  licked against one another like the flames of a growing fire.


He lifted me from the bed and carried me to the wall, pinning me against  it as he fucked me senseless. My tits bounced as he caught one between  his teeth, pulling from me a wail I didn't even think I was capable of.


He pinned my wrists above my head as my legs tightened around him, and it was then I felt it.


His cock began throbbing against my walls.


"Your body's intoxicating, Sarah. The things you do to me. Shit."


"Mason. Please. Don't stop. Holy fucking hell, your cock."


"I knew you'd like it. I knew you'd like every second of it. They all do. Every single one."


His voice was like the luring song of Satan's den, hooking in the  desperate and lost and pulling them into their deepest, darkest desires.  I felt my pussy clamping down around his cock, massaging him as it  begged for his come. My body lurched up the wall, feeling every single  one of his muscles work for my pleasure.