The Better Brother

“You did?” She raised her eyebrows.

I shrugged. “You’re a writer.”

“Fair enough.”

She gazed around at the shelves of books, and I gazed at her. There, standing in the middle of my library, she’d never looked more alluring.

“So,” I said. “I was thinking…”

Julie turned to face me with a slight frown. I suddenly felt nervous, and I didn’t know why.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“My company is throwing a holiday party next weekend,” I said quickly. “On Saturday. I was thinking you might want to go with me?”

Julie’s answering smile was sexy as hell. She grinned slyly and sauntered slowly over to me. When she stopped, she was just inches from my face.

“As your date?” she asked playfully.

“Of course,” I said. My voice was low.

Julie’s lips were so close to mine that I could barely think straight. When we finally closed the distance between us, I felt my entire body react. It was a soft kiss, light and quick, but it was enough to make my dick twitch with need.

“I’d love to,” Julie whispered.

I grinned and pulled her back to me, my lips claiming hers as my own.

CHAPTER 9

Julie

Michael’s kiss was gentle at first. His lips slid easily over mine, teasing me and tempting me at the same time. When his tongue slid inside my mouth, I sank deeper into the kiss. We’d been here before, this moment where our desires overtook us and propelled us into bed together. Only this time, it felt different. I was calmer, more relaxed, not frantic with need. Michael seemed to feel the same way.

He took his time with me. He kissed me slowly, taking time to taste every inch of my mouth and nibble gently on my lips. I moaned as his strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist. He held me tightly against his body, running his fingers down my spine and then back up again. I shivered at his touch, but it only served to pull me deeper in. I kissed him back with as much passion as I could muster, letting my mind go blank and my body take control. Soon, my heart jackhammered in my chest, and I could barely breathe.

I wrenched my lips free from Michael’s and took a step back to catch my breath. Michael didn’t let me get far. He stepped forward just as I stepped back, pushing me across the room. He grinned slyly, and I giggled at his advance. We were seconds away from crashing into one of his bookshelves. When we did, he grabbed me roughly and kissed me again. My back collided with the books, making the shelf shake and my body fill with fire. Michael’s kiss was more intense this time, more insistent. There was a desperation in his hands that hadn’t been there before.

In one motion, he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. His practiced hands unhooked my bra and slid it easily over my shoulders. It followed my shirt to the floor, and Michael’s hands caressed my bare breasts. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, pinching them gently at first. With each stroke, he got rougher and rougher. Soon, my moans were so strong that I was practically crying out against his lips. Michael’s tongue pressed farther into my mouth, tasting my tongue and undoing me completely.

When he lowered his head to take my nipple in his mouth, I cried out and pulled at his hair desperately. I wanted him to take me right there, right then. I didn’t want to wait another second, but Michael was determined to take his time with me. He teased my nipples one at a time, taking one in his mouth while his fingers teased the other. He hadn’t yet removed my pants but, already, my panties were soaked through with need. I thrust my hips forward, pressing myself against him. He pulled away just enough so that we weren’t touching yet. I groaned and tried to pull him back.

“Patience,” he whispered against my tits. “Patience.”

“I want you,” I moaned.

Michael chuckled darkly and continued to work my nipples. I was seconds away from losing my mind when he finally sank lower. His lips traced a line down my stomach until he was kneeling in front of me. He unbuttoned my pants and slid them over my hips, taking my panties along with them. When they reached my ankles, I stepped out of them and kicked them away, grateful to finally be naked.

“Come here,” I said. I tried to pull Michael up so I could undress him, but he resisted.

Instead, he buried his face between my legs and resumed his attack. His tongue lashed against my clit, and I cried out. I was so close to an orgasm that I tried desperately to pull away. I didn’t want to come already. I wanted to come with him inside of me. I wanted to feel his throbbing cock buried deep inside when I finally came undone with ecstasy.

“Come here,” I begged. “Please.”

Michael finally obeyed. He stood up and pressed his lips to mine while I frantically tore his clothes from his body. He gripped my hips tighter and pulled me against him, pressing me against his fully erect cock. I groaned at the sensations that were shooting through my body.

“I want you,” I moaned. “I want to feel you.”

Michael lifted me off my feet and carried me over to the desk that sat in the middle of the library. He laid me flat on my back and kissed my stomach lightly. Shivers ran through my body. I reached for him, pulling his lips back to mine while he spread my legs with his hands.