Don't Date Your Brother's Best Friend

At that thought, I started to spiral, felt the pleasure sweep over me as I clung on, rocking my hips and clinging to his shoulders and hair. Yes, yes, yes, yes, please, yes, give me more.

Every thrust I thought must be the last, there was no way he could go on so long. Every thrust I reached for it, thinking it would be the last, but he kept going with some kind of iron control, giving it to me more and more even as I pled crazily with him at the cusp of orgasm. I knew he had to be on edge. I bumped my lips against his and whispered, “please, come inside me,” my lips smiling against his. He grinned briefly, a pained smile that let me know what it was costing him to hold back for me.

“Give me all of you, Luke, don’t hold back from me. I want it all,” I whimpered.

He hitched my thighs higher at his waist, spreading me wider. With that, Luke withdrew all the way, his heavy, slick cock dragging out of my tender sex, leaving me wanting to weep. Then he fed it back into me inch by inch, filling me so slowly, so thoroughly that I felt like every bit of my pussy was being touched and taken. I knew I was spread, stretched, and I clung to him, shaking on the edge of orgasm. Bracing me on the wall, Luke slid his fingers between us and stroked those two wicked digits over my swollen clit. I squirmed and wailed as he continued to tease me. I came hard, crying his name. Luke took my face in his hand and kissed me with tongue while he let loose and pounded me with that meaty cock. I trembled and shuddered around the invasion. The clench of my inner muscles was so hard that I felt him jerk and spill inside of me with a hot rush. He shouted yes and pounded the wall with his fist just past my head, his hips going hard and fast as he emptied inside me, his teeth gritted against the pleasure of it. I canted my hips, taking every drop, feeling it seep out and onto my thighs. I reveled in the feeling of it. We crumpled to the floor together with a weak laugh. He kissed me again and again, stroking my hair softly. I lay on his chest, wrapped in his arms.

“Damn you’re really good at that,” I teased.

“So are you,” he said. “You make me crave you, Sarah Jo. I’m going to want that again in an hour.”

“There’s no way we could do all that again so soon,” I aid.

“I could go again now, sweetheart. You don’t understand how badly I’ve wanted you and for how long. I’ve dreamed of this for so long it was like paradise getting to have you here, this way. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, it was wonderful. I have never felt so wicked and dirty and good.” I laid my head on his chest.

“I love you,” he whispered.

I turned my face to his, an agony of hope.

He nodded, “I always have, Sarah Jo. Since we were in high school. I don’t think I ever stopped.”

“Come home with me. Spend the night with me,” I choked out. My heart was so full, too full to tell him how I felt. But I could give him this, I could bring him home to sleep in my bed with me, to give him something he’d always regretted not having. A whole night together. I didn’t care who found out. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms and wake up there, too.

“Yes,” he said, without hesitation, “thank you, Sarah Jo. I know it’s a risk for you, that your dad probably won’t be happy to see me with you. But it means so much to me.”

I nodded, blinking back tears. We sat up, put our clothes back on little by little, stopping to kiss and to hold each other, a sudden tight hug or passionate kiss overtaking us and slowing the progress. When we had our clothes back on, he pulled me into his lap, leaned back against the wall. “You gave me a fantasy tonight. I hope you’ll let me return the favor soon.”

I blushed a little and hugged him, buried my face in his shoulder, “Come home with me. Sleep with me tonight,” I said.

“Yes,” he said, hugging me tighter.

Luke rode home with me, my hand in his, and we slipped in the front door, risking the creaky floorboards and stairs. We made it to my room, whisper-giggling. I checked on my dad, who was sleeping soundly and crept back into my room. Luke waited in my bed, the same double bed I’d slept in growing up, the same pink quilt with ruffles. I climbed under the covers and nestled into his arms. He held me and sinking into the bed with Luke’s arms around me was the best thing I’d ever felt. Even better than when he had hugged me and put his coat on me that first day he came to the lumberyard. I almost sobbed with how good it felt. He kissed the top of my head and snuggled me into his arms. The next thing I knew, the light at the window was graying into dawn and Luke was getting up.