On His Face: A Brother's Best Friend Romantic Comedy

by Tabatha Kiss

  “Faster.”

  And there it is.

  I dig into her hips. I give it faster, harder. I pound at her flesh, so far past the point of no return. I grunt. I groan. Her moans mix with the sound of our bodies slapping together. I thrust inside and I stay there. I grind against her inner walls as my cum fills the condom tip, but I pretend it doesn’t. I pretend we’re bareback, imagining how good that pretty, pink pussy would look with my cum dripping out of it.

  Mine.

  She turns her head around again, her mouth open and begging for a kiss. I lean forward, letting my cock slip out of her wetness as I wrap my arm around her and pull her hard against me. I take that sweet tongue into my mouth as she clings to me.

  We lower down to the bed together. I roll away for only a moment to peel the condom off and drop it in the bin by the bed, then it’s right back to embracing her like before. I kiss her forehead. Her eyelid. Her cheek. Loved and cherished.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  She smiles; the question ridiculous.

  I kiss her soft lips.

  All mine.

  Chapter 39

  Drew

  I plow through the front door of Delta Xi, coming face-to-face with a roar of applause.

  Another walk of shame, eh, Rose?

  Damn, son.

  On a roll this semester, huh?

  I laugh it off and make my way upstairs. I spent the night with my dream girl. There’s not a damn thing that will throw a wrench in my step today.

  Not one damn thing.

  I walk into my room, the door already wide open. Seth sits at his desk in a t-shirt and jeans. He looks me up and down, his face blank as he notices my wrinkled suit.

  “What’s up?” I greet.

  “What’s up?” he repeats. “That’s all you got after you ditched me last night?”

  Crap.

  I knew this was coming.

  Just be cool.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask. “I was there.”

  “No, you weren’t. Harvey saw you leave. And don’t tell me you were sneaking off with Jenna again because she was grinding on Jack the whole night.”

  I close my mouth, out of excuses. “Look, Seth...”

  “What’s going on with you, man?” he asks.

  “Nothing.”

  “Really? Because you’ve been a total flake all semester. Mostly, I’ve let it slide. I’ve got my own shit going on, too, but I didn’t think you’d do it last night.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say. “Something came up.”

  “What?” he asks. “What could possibly have been so important that you ditched a night we’ve been looking forward to for months?”

  I swallow her name. “It’s complicated.”

  “I’m sure it is.” He scoffs as he stands up. “Well, whatever it is, I hope it was worth it.”

  He steps around me toward the door.

  “Oh, come on, Seth,” I say, thinking fast. “Will you just chill for a second?”

  Seth stops by the door.

  “Seth, you’re my best friend,” I say. “If you came to me and said I got something big going on, but I can’t tell you what it is yet, I’d be okay with it. Because you mean a lot to me and nothing could stop me from having your back.”

  “So, you got something big going on?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  “But you can’t tell me what it is yet?”

  “Yes. That’s right.”

  “Then why not just tell me that?” he asks. “Why sneak around?”

  I inhale to answer, but I can’t. I can’t fucking say it.

  Seth nods. “Because there is something you could do that would stop me from having your back... and you did it, didn’t you?”

  My gut clenches.

  He knows.

  How did he find out? How could I have been so stupid to let someone else tell him first? It should have come from me. Fucking hell, it needed to come from me.

  “Don’t lie to me about it,” he says. “It’s written on your face right now.”

  “Seth, I’m...”

  “And don’t bother giving me an apology. I don’t want one.”

  “If you’ll just let me explain—”

  “You know, I expected this from one of the other guys, but you?” He shakes his head. “My roommate? My best friend?”

  “I’m so sorry. We just...” I stop. How do I even explain this? “We didn’t plan it. It just happened.”

  “How long has this been going on?” he asks.

  “Since...” I close my eyes, ashamed. “Since the start of the semester.”

  Seth scoffs and looks down at the floor.

  “I met her on campus one night and I gave her a ride home and she—”

  “Stop! Stop. I don’t...” He huffs loudly. “I don’t need the details.”

  He paces in place in front of the door. I stay quiet, desperately trying to figure out what to say to make this better, but how?

  How could I possibly make up for fucking his little sister behind his back?

  “Of all the girls, why her?” he finally asks. “You can have anyone, man. It’s not like Jenna wasn’t giving it to you.”

  I swallow hard. “I...”

  “You knew how I felt about her.” He furrows his brow. “Why Bethany?”

  My heart skips twice. “Bethany...”

  Seth slinks toward his bed and sits down. “Harvey saw her sneak out the same way you did last night. I tried calling her, but she didn’t answer. I tried calling you, but... you didn’t answer. After the way you’ve acted this semester and all the dodging she’s done to me lately, it all just made sense.” He looks at me with sad, tired eyes. “You and Bethany are together.”

  Don’t.

  Don’t go with it.

  Don’t dig yourself even deeper into this hole.

  “Yeah,” I say, easing a step back. “Me and Bethany.”

  “I guess I should have seen this coming,” he says. “She admitted to me once that the only reason she slept with me the first time was because she came to the room looking for you, but you were in class, so...” He turns up his hands. “What’s a girl to do, you know?”

  I screw up my face with sympathy. “We didn’t know how to tell you,” I say.

  You coward.

  He nods. “It’s all right, Drew.”

  “No, it’s not.” I take a step forward. “You’re right. I knew how you felt about her and it was wrong.”

  “We were never exclusive,” he says. “I understand why you thought it was okay.”

  “No, it wasn’t okay. It was never... okay. I shouldn’t have done it. I should have come to you before...” I shut my mouth before I dig too far. “Seth, I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, I, uh...” His throat clears. “I’m sorry, too.”

  “No, I’m really, really sorry. It won’t happen again. I swear. Beth and I are done. Over. Completely over.”

  “I have a confession to make,” he blurts. “I did something that I have to get off my chest.”

  I go quiet as Seth rises off his bed and stands tall.

  “Last night,” he begins, “I was feeling a little raw and… I made what I now realize was a bad judgment call.”

  I hang on every word, unable to predict where this is going now. “What did you do?” I ask.

  Seth takes a breath. “After the dance, I spent the night with Tammy.”

  “Tammy?” I repeat in surprise.

  “Yes,” he says. “While you were with Bethany, I was here with Tammy. We slept together.”

  “Really?”

  “In your bed.”

  I glance at it. Wrinkled sheets and ruffled pillows. “You don’t say…”

  “It was a bad call,” he says. “I did it because I wanted to get back at you for flaking out and lying to me. It was wrong, and I know that now. I’m sorry.”

  For Christ’s sake, man, put the shovel down.

  “Seth...” I say as my pulse races. “I
forgive you.”

  “No, Drew—”

  “No, I do. One hundred percent. I understand what you did and why you did it. I forgive you.”

  “You don’t have to forgive me. It was a shitty thing to do.”

  “No, what I did was way shittier,” I argue. “I... tapped your girl. That’s wrong. I’m the one who should beg for forgiveness.”

  “No, I acted out of spite. I should have controlled myself.”

  “I should have controlled myself!”

  “I hope that one day soon, we can get past this and move on. Focus on the future.”

  I snort. “Hey, I’m already there.”

  “Until then...” Seth gives me a heartfelt nod. “You and Bethany can do what you want. I won’t stand in the way.”

  “No. Like I said, we’re done. Over. Last night was the last night. You know what I’m saying?”

  “Really?”

  “It... wasn’t working out.”

  “Yeah, well, she and I are officially done, too.” He shakes his head. “Can you believe she denied it when I confronted her this morning?”

  I swallow. “Oh, she did, huh?”

  “She claimed her sister had some big emergency, but whatever, I could tell she was lying. But you were honest with me.” He rests a hand on my shoulder. “I’m truly grateful to have a friend like you, Drew Rose.”

  I touch his shoulder, too. “It’s an honor to be your friend, Seth Newbury.”

  You fucking coward.

  Seth smiles, thin and bittersweet. “Anyway...” He takes a step back. “Given the circumstances, I’d understand if you wanted to skip post-party pancakes this morning. In fact, I kind of want to. Last night was too shameful for such a tradition.”

  “Hey, you know, I totally agree,” I say. “It’d be wrong to sully our happy tradition with... such horrible lies.”

  He steps toward my bed. “I’m going to put these in the wash,” he says as he yanks the sheets off.

  I wince. “You... don’t have to do that. I’ll do that.”

  “No, I want to.” He steps toward me, clinging to my linens as he moves with pride. “It’s the right thing to do.”

  I step to the side. “Okay,” I say.

  Seth marches out of the room with his head held high. “Delta Xi!” he shouts, the battle cry echoing right back at him through the house.

  Once he’s gone, I exhale hard as my stomach tightens with guilt.

  “Delta Xi,” I say to myself.

  Chapter 40

  Heidi

  November

  Jenna was right. Again.

  Vaginal intercourse isn’t the best part of sex.

  It’s the connection. It’s Drew’s hands moving all over my body. It’s the way my skin feels beneath every simple touch. It’s my pulse syncing with his after each kiss. It’s the look on his face when he comes or, even better, when he makes me come. It’s glistening sweat and racing hearts before the first thrust ever hits home. It’s moans and gasps and laughter. It’s trusting someone with the most delicate parts of you. It’s learning how to be vulnerable and being totally okay with it.

  Sex with him is a beautiful mess.

  And I fucking love it.

  I’m out of breath. My thighs burn. My core aches. I’m seconds away from collapse, but I don’t stop. I roll my hips, riding him faster. I feel his cock slipping in and out of me as I grind my clit against the base of his abs.

  Drew doesn’t move except to give his hips a little tilt here and there. He loves it when I’m on top. I wasn’t confident about it at first, but he always lets me experiment until I find what feels good. If not, we laugh it off and try something else, but tonight...

  Tonight, this feels so fucking good.

  I place my palms on his knees as I lean backward to catch my breath. Drew runs his hands along my body, feeling my breasts and flicking my clit with his thumb. Sparks ignite in me. Tensions build even more. I feel wave after wave of pleasure course through me as he grunts and groans my name.

  “Fuck, Heidi,” Drew says. “Don’t stop.”

  I lean forward. I place my palms on his chest, getting my balance and quickly finding our grind again. He cups my breasts. He holds my hips. Passion bleeds on his face and it turns me on even more.

  “I’m gonna come,” he says, giving me a chance to stop if I want to.

  But I don’t want to.

  I keep rolling my hips. I’m tired and aching, but I love being the woman who makes him feel like this.

  Drew releases a final, guttural groan. I slow down, gently rocking my hips as he thrusts upward, his cock throbbing deep inside of me. After a few moments, he laughs and begs for me to stop teasing him. I stop, but I don’t leave his lap. We stay in place with his cock still inside, touching each other and catching our breaths.

  His chest heaves up and down. “You… are getting so good at that.”

  I chuckle, happily tracing the letters of his Alpha Delta Xi tattoo. “I had an excellent teacher,” I say.

  He places a palm between my breasts and slowly touches down my torso. “Takes an excellent student,” he says as his thumb finds my clit between us.

  I moan slightly as he massages me. I’ve lingered on the edge of another climax since we first shifted into this position, but I haven’t been able to make myself come in cowgirl yet. Someday.

  “Drew,” I moan.

  “Goddamn, you’re thirsty today,” he says with a laugh.

  “What can I say?” I tease as I lower down to his mouth. “I have a thirst and the only quencher is... your... big...”

  “Stop,” he says, laughing. “Who taught you all that dirty talk?”

  I kiss him, and his tongue enters my mouth. “Girl magazines,” I answer.

  “I should get me a Cosmo subscription, then.”

  “That won’t be hard to explain to the bad boys of Delta Xi.”

  “They need it more than I do. Trust me.”

  I laugh. “You’re probably right.”

  Drew takes hold of me and flips me onto my back, pulling out of me as he sits up between my legs. He takes a moment to inspect our soiled condom before rolling it off and chucking it into the garbage can by the bed.

  “We good?” I ask.

  “All good,” he says.

  He kisses me, our bodies flush together on the bed. I part my lips, enjoying the subtle flick of his tongue before he starts down my body again. He hoists my legs over his shoulders and licks his lips, quickly making his way down to my pink and swollen clit.

  His strong jaw. His unrelenting tongue.

  As much fun as it is to ride his cock, I’ve never come harder than I do on his face.

  Drew sucks my clit between his lips, sending a pulse through my entire body. I practically curl in response, so damn close to the edge I can taste it. I hold on to his head, careful not to grip his hair too hard as his tongue slides between my labia. I moan through clenched teeth, desperately trying not to announce my orgasm to the other citizens of Shanty Row. I rest my feet on his back as my thighs clench and shake. If he so much as breathes on my clit again, it’s all over.

  He thrusts his tongue inside, another achingly perfect tease. He does it again and again, his wicked eyes laughing at me as he prolongs my climax. I dig my nails into his scalp, pulling his face even closer. He pulls his tongue out and licks my asshole, teasing the taboo just enough to send me right over the edge.

  As I come, Drew pulls my clit between his lips again. He fixes his jaw as my hips roll, letting me grind on it as I mewl for him.

  Drew. Drew. Drew.

  I taste the name on my tongue, unable to vocalize it as moans spill out of my mouth. I quake in blissful agony as my body swells and my heart pounds.

  Drew softens his sweet tongue, gently laving me through my slow and steady return to normal. I turn to jelly as he kisses my inner thighs, my navel, my breasts. He remains between my open thighs, adjusting our bodies into position as his new erection rests on my leg.

&nb
sp; “Please tell me we have more condoms,” he says.

  I giggle as I point. “In the drawer.”

  Drew reaches over me to search inside the bedside table. I lie back, wasted and exhausted but more than willing to be taken again.

  He opens the drawer and pauses, his brow furrowing with interest. “Heidi.”

  “Yeah?” I ask, breathless.

  “What... is... this?”

  I pause as he pulls out my rabbit massager. “Uh... that’s...”

  His jaw sags open. He looks at me, wide-eyed and offended. “You’ve had this in there this whole time?”

  I cringe. “Well...”

  “And you never let me use it on you?” he asks, his smile curling up his cheek.

  My lips twitch into a smile. “I didn’t think—”

  Before I can finish, he hoists one of my legs over his shoulder again. I can’t smother my giggles as he rips the condom wrapper open and slides the rubber on. He yanks me closer, aligning with my slit as he inspects both ends of the vibrator.

  He smiles and clicks the button on the bottom, turning it on. “There we go...” he says as it jitters in his hands. He rests it on my belly button, tingling my core as he slowly teases his way down.

  I bite my lip. I close my eyes. I succumb to pleasure I’ve only ever brought on myself.

  The tip grazes my sensitive clit, and I jolt in surprise. Drew taps me again, laughing with me as instant pleasure curls throughout my sex. His cock presses against my opening. I watch as he guides it inside of me again. My pussy clenches around him. I grab the pillow beneath my head as Drew thrusts to the hilt and keeps that firm buzz angled just right. He grabs my leg still balanced on his shoulder and holds me in place as he takes me harder.

  “Fuck,” I whisper, clenching and twitching and trembling beneath him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

  He quickens his pace. He thrusts in and out of me with that damned massager still held firm along my clit. My breasts bounce on impact. I swell until my skin lights on fire and the only thing I can do is fucking come.