Accidental Love (Accidental Hook-Up 1)

“My sister sleeps like a rock and always has. I’d bet you that she doesn’t move until tomorrow. None of them will.” I assured her as her eyes dilated in need.

“Remy, you’re like a brother to me. Your family is everything to me and I can’t go against them. The first time was different, and we both needed it, but it can’t happen again,” she told me as I narrowed my eyes at her.

“That’s all the more reason to keep doing it,” I growled as she shook her head.

“We need to keep this innocent now, Remy. I’ll never forget you, but I need to leave.” I leaned back, watching her stand and adjust her clothing. Her nipples were straining against her thin shirt as she turned to walk to the door and I reached for her. She was gone, and the door closed, leaving me with an aching cock. I’ve lived up to my reputation as a manwhore and slept with several women since high school, but I didn’t dream about them. I only clung to the memory of Celia and the way she felt and sounded underneath me.

I stood angrily and walked into my bathroom, reaching down to stroke my cock under my shorts. I was painfully aroused and wanted to be inside of her, coming hard. Not necessarily tonight but it was like a wildfire before. I closed my eyes and fantasized about her innocent little mouth wrapped around my cock. Her eyes would be big, and I’d have my hand in her hair, guiding her.

We didn’t get to that the first time. I rutted inside of her like an animal after touching and tasting her everywhere and passed out when I was finished. I tried it with every girl after that, but I didn’t think that Celia would be as mediocre as they were. I knew that she slept with guys after that and even before. She was still innocent and looking for that great fuck like she had the night of Jessie’s funeral. Every woman wanted that and though I delivered it, I only had it once.

I jerked harder and closed my eyes, dropping my head back. I played back her long moans again and shot into the thick workout shorts as I grunted softly. I licked my lips and tasted her there, rocking forward as the release claimed my entire body.

I was twenty-six and should not feel this way about a woman. Not yet. My parents were married at twenty-two and pregnant with me a year later but that wasn’t in the cards for me until I was closer to thirty. I needed to rebuild my career and go from there after my asshole of a boss screwed me over and I found my ex with another man. I knew all along that Melissa was a bitch, but I thought she was good in bed, so I stuck around. I didn’t realize that she was screwing every guy in town.

I cleaned up and changed into new shorts. I tossed the others into the hamper, relieved that I did my own laundry now instead of my mom. I headed out of my room to get some water, taking in the dark house. Celia had kept her word and run back to my sister’s room to hide. I got the water and stepped on the deck, breathing in the cool air. This house had generous balconies off every main bedroom and I spent a lot of time out there. I slept in the comfortable lounge sometimes, waking up when the sun began to rise. I opened the water and took a long sip, cursing my hardening cock as an image of Celia passed through my mind. When I was finished, I headed to bed to try to get some sleep. I was supposed to meet up with friends tomorrow to watch a game and we never made it an early night. It seemed like I needed to find a woman to work out my frustration on and that was never difficult.

I left the house before dinner the next day. I wanted to stay in and try to convince Celia that we were right together, but she was out with Brinley all day. I met the guys at the bar and we watched a basketball game with a raucous crowd, drinking beer. I was well on the way to being drunk by the time we left to go to more of a club. I had some shots there with my friend Tom and he took a close look at me. “What’s up, Remy? You look like you’re thinking something over.”

“I need to drink another shot,” I grumbled since he didn’t even know about Celia. She was my secret, and he grinned and ordered two more. By the time a blurry brunette approached me, I was long gone and easily accepted her invitation back to her place. I was never the guy that had sloppy sex when I was drunk apart from when I was younger.