Don't Date Your Brother's Best Friend

“I want you inside me,” I muttered, half crazed with the fever of desire. “I need you in me, Luke, please,” I said. I was pleading. I didn’t care.

My legs were weak with want, my core hot and slick for him. My hands shook as I looked up at him. His eyes were fever-bright, his lips parted, breath heaving in his chest. He looked like pure sex personified to me, and I couldn’t wait another minute.

He peeled my shirt off, never taking his eyes from mine. Then he took my breasts in those rough hands and fondled them. Sparks of pleasure started everywhere he touched. Fiery paths of lush sensation made their way to my hard, hungry nipples. Luke put his mouth to them, sucking one and then the other. Every draw of his hot, wet mouth sent a jolt of hunger through me. I felt like the deep suck of his mouth on my nipple sent an arrow of sharp bliss straight to my clit. I moaned with it, lost in the flood of sensation. I wrapped my arms around him, my hands in his hair, that silky hair that I gave a hard tug every once in a while, when he gave a particularly good draw on my nipple.

His hand moved between my legs, feeling the slickness there, touching my pussy. I clenched involuntarily on his two long fingers. Grinning against my nipple, he drove those two thick, calloused fingers into me deeper, curled them forward and hit the spot. I screamed, clawing at his back as I came so fast around his plunging fingers. I cried out his name, my legs shaking so they wouldn’t hold me.

He dragged his fingers out of my quivering passage, licked them with a filthy grin. He backed me up against the wall, pinning me there with the darkness in his gaze.

“I’ve wanted this forever,” he said, his voice full of hard, implacable demand.

I stroked his chest underneath his t-shirt, worked my way around to slide my fingers along his muscled back. Luke leaned in, brushed his lips against my ear, making me shiver. “I’m going to fuck you right here, sweetheart,” he said. The very words made my inner muscles clench with want. When he said it so filthy, so immediate, it turned me on beyond anything I could imagine. I guess I wasn’t quite the good girl I’d always thought I was. And the boy next door was far from the wholesome kid I grew up with.

His strong fingers dragged down my stomach, dipped between my legs again. “You’re so wet. You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked, a dirty grin on his face.

“Yes, please,” I said desperately. I reached down for his cock, stroked it a few times, stunned again by the size and weight of it, the thickness I couldn’t get my fist around. It would feel so good filling me, stretching me.

Luke kissed me long and deep until I was panting, whimpering for it. He had me so wound up. I couldn’t quiet the shaking all through my body. My teeth chattered with want, with desperation. At last, he penetrated me, that incredible fullness, that hard, hard cock thrusting into my wet, tight core. I trembled, his hands on my thighs holding me up, braced against the wall. I gripped his shoulders, my head falling back, rolling against the wall.

“Oh yes, yes,” I whimpered raggedly with each thrust that seemed to tear me apart. I was winding up to this release so huge it frightened me. Luke was kissing my neck, licking and sucking on the good place that made me feel hot pleasure.

Soon he was giving me deep, heavy thrusts, bearing all the way in, bracing me against the wall, making me take all of that huge, hard cock at once, burying himself in me balls deep so I could feel the brush of his sac against my outer lips as he pumped into me. I loved feeling that, knowing I was taking in every bit of Luke with each thrust, that he was giving it all to me and holding nothing back. So good, it felt so, so good, that I wanted it to go on forever. I saw the film of sweat on his brow, gripped his hair and pulled his face to me until I could lick the salt taste of his sweat off him. It was primal, claiming him that way, taking his sweat into my mouth, his cock into my body. I found it turned me on even more. His mouth hit mine, a deep, plundering kiss that left me shaken. The intensity of this seduction, the base, primal way I wanted all of him raw and ready, hard and deep made this such a profound coupling. We were mating against the wall like animals, like nothing could keep us apart. Like I was his.