Scandalous Past

by A H S Salt

  My hands gripped my mug tighter.

  He stood by my side. Our bare arms touching had a state of calm bliss wash over me. I was unable to move. I didn’t want to. I wanted him to hold me in his arms. I wanted the soft touch of his lips against mine. Nuzzle into his neck and inhale that sweet succulent vanilla scent that lingered on him.

  We admired the view together before I glanced up at him.

  “Jess ̶” Cillian began, breaking the silence with a somber expression.

  I slowly looked away “You don’t have to say anything” I whispered, lowering my eyes. I knew it was wrong having sex with my brothers’ best friend.

  I placed my mug on the nest of glass tables next to where I was standing.

  “I should go” I announced, rushing to walk away.

  What have I done? The last thing I wanted was for things to get awkward between us.

  He caught me by the hip and pulled me into his chest. Breathless and turned on from his possessive hold. I stared at him unsure of what he was doing.

  “Jessica, I’ve wanted you for so long. I’m not giving you up that easily!” The words slipped off Cillian’s tongue so quick, as if he had waited a long time to say them.

  I peered up, batting my eyelashes “Then don’t give me up”. I murmured.

  He smiled sweetly and rested his nose against mine. Both of us just stood, staring intensely, silently at each other for a few seconds. I gave him my full attention, hoping for more, needing more from him.

  “I want you, Jessica. I want your body to surrender to my cock again” His voice strained, fighting the urge to contain his hunger for intimacy with me.

  “I thought that was the plan last night until Macey decided to ̶” I paused, not wanting to draw any more attention to Macey and her antics the night before.

  Never one to shy aware from an opportunity, I just let the words escape my mouth.

  “Fuck me. Right here, right now” I demanded.

  Suddenly, I felt less shy around him. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him, caressing the hair at the base of his neck. Cillian reached down, locking his lips with mine. Teasing each other’s mouths, our bodies craved each other’s touch. I leaned into him, pressing my tender breasts against his chest as his hand reached lower. My clit throbbing from his touch, my tongue delved deeper into his mouth. The palms of his masculine hands roamed under my t-shirt.

  My nipples grew into hard buds, becoming visible through the thin material, a loud moan escaped me as he grabbed me firmly on my ass cheeks to pull me closer to him. His erection pressing against my body, had arousal stir within me. Needing more of his touch, his taste, craving every part of him. I pulled my t-shirt up and over, dropping it at my feet. My eyes fixated on Cillian’s’ body as he lifted his t-shirt off - disregarding it on the floor.

  My hands brushed over his rock-hard abs, tracing the ridges of his muscles.

  Cillian cupped my face. His mouth slammed against mine, harder than before.

  Kissing me so hard, he had me wincing in pain.

  He pulled back, confused, as I ran my fingers quickly over my lips, checking to make sure there was no blood from the force of his kiss.

  “It’s okay it’s just tender!” I said, trying not to make a big deal out of it. I reached up, offering myself to him again, only he pulled away.

  “No more” Cillian insisted “I don’t want to hurt you!”

  He turned, putting distance between us, walking towards the white leather couch in a hurry. I couldn’t help but admire his ass as he leaned over the glass table, reaching for his mobile phone.

  “Cillian, I’m okay. It’s just a little cut!” I huffed, walking towards him. Agitated with myself, for not pushing past the pain just to have him. I sat on the couch, the cold leather against my skin forced me to pull my legs to my chest. He finished typing on his phone, placed it back on the table in front of us then took a seat beside me.

  I said nothing, I felt rejected by his abruptness.

  His hand reached for mine, as he sat staring appreciating my body. At this point, I was feeling less turned on, and more aggravated. So, I pulled away and stood up.

  “I’m going home!” I announced, standing up to walk away. I knew he was watching me, I was wearing nothing, but my panties.

  “Jessica!” He quickly came to his feet, stopping abruptly at the door. He put his hands up to block me from going past him, with a look on his face showing question on whether or not, he should touch me.

  “Move!” The words came out much more aggressively than I had anticipated. He quickly tried to calm me. His hands hovered over my shoulders, as he tried to fight the urge to laugh.

  “I’m standing here in my panties, feeling a little exposed. Move out my way!” I demanded, not amused in the slightest and displaying my resting bitch face.

  Cillian held his hands up “I’m not saying no. I just need to know you’re okay first!” He replied.

  “I already told you, I’m fine!” I shot back, brushing my hands through my hair, growing more frustrated with every passing moment.

  “Well, we will see when Riley gets here, he’s on his way” He announced, with a serious expression washing over his face.

  My mouth dropped “Are you fucking kidding me!” I screeched. I quickly brushed past him, making my way back to the bedroom I woke up in - needing as much space away from him as possible.

  “I need to know you’re okay Jess!” He repeated, trying to calm me down. I turned, glaring at him, unable to say anything. All I could do was shake my head side to side. I was still in shock that he called my brother. My bare feet slapped on the floor as I stormed my way into his bedroom.

  “Jessica!” He hollered, demanding me to answer him.

  I turned abruptly, “I’m not yours to worry about Cillian!” I stressed, rubbing my hand on the base of my neck.

  Fuck! This is all I need. Damn you Cillian!

  “You calling Riley is just going to make things worse. He will ask questions!” I angrily replied.

  “Let him ask questions” Cillian stood with a smug smile.

  “Let him ask questions!” I gave him a look “I can’t exactly tell him - Oh, I was upstairs in your best friend’s office having sex with him on his couch!”

  I searched the room looking for my black duffel bag, wondering where it could be.

  “What are you looking for?” He asked.

  “My fucking bag!” I screamed back at him, blood rushing to my head, from crouching to see if it’s under the overly sized bed.

  Grabbing onto the bedsheets, I pulled myself up, blowing my hair off my face, and sitting on the edge of the bed. Still trying to grasp the fact Cillian sought assistance from my brother.

  Riley would just lecture me. I studied Cillian as he moved towards the white fitted wardrobe. Cursing myself under my breath for finding myself drawn to his tanned naked torso again. How can he still turn me on, when I’m so angry at him?

  His muscles flexed when he reached up for my bag. He gave me a cheeky wink having caught me staring at him as he presented me with my duffel.

  Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the bag from his hand refusing to look at him, as he shifted around to make himself comfortable on the bed. I unzipped my bag, rummaging through it, pulling out my black lace bralette and matching panties. I looked at Cillian, who was to damn distracted by my naked body. I wanted to tease and punish him for rejecting me. Watching him watch me, turned me on by having a spectator. I stood then slowly peeled off my undies and kicked them off to the side. I have never been shy when it comes to my body. Feeling smug that I knew Cillian wanted me as much as I wanted him, I reached for my fresh set, looking up, smiling seductively at him as I put on the lacy underwear.

  Knowing he wouldn’t entertain me, at least not until Riley checked me over. I decided to tease instead, I walked over towards the wardrobe, fully aware of Cillian watching my every move. Checking myself out in the mirror, I shook my hands through my bed hair, glad that it was still sl
ightly wavy from the night before.

  I don’t have the patience to spend a lot of time on my hair. My hands slowly reached down to my undies, adjusting the panties to sit on my hips comfortably. I ran my hands over the soft, stretchy material, as I adjusted my breasts in my bralette I was getting turned on with the thought of how hot the sex would be if he would just take me right now. I was conjuring up the perfect image of him pulling my panties off with his teeth, while on his knees looking up at me. I closed my eyes, chasing away my naughty thoughts aside, it was only causing my body to ache for him. I turned, giving him time to take in every inch of my body, before walking slowly to him.

  My knee rose onto the bed. I put my hands on his shoulders, playfully pushing him back as I leaned over him and whispered “I’m aching for you to fuck me Cillian” I arched my back, teasing him. Curving it enough, that would allow his cock to touch deep within me.

  “Tell me you want me” I teased, nibbling my bottom lip. Cillian’s fingers danced up and down my bare back distracting me before grabbing me and imprisoning me under him, pinning me to the bed with my arms above my head. I squealed in delight. My breathing erratic as excitement thrilled between my thighs.

  “You know I want you” he purred “I’m going to enjoy teasing you. Just like what you’re doing to me” He said it slow, stopping in-between words to place kisses along my jawline.

  “I like the sound of that” I groaned back in his ear. I couldn’t help, wondering what he could have in mind.

  With a growl Cillian pulled me to my feet, running his hands through my hair, clutching it, keeping me in place, while he tongue fucked me. Turned on and not wanting him to ever pull away. I sagged into his intense embrace.

  He pulled back, smirking.

  “Who’s teasing who now?” He asked smugly, he stared at me, with impish glee.

  I let out a deep sigh before sprawling back onto the bed.

  “You’re such a tease” I moaned.

  “A little patience is all I’m asking for Jessica”

  “So, you want to have sex with me again, but want to make sure I don’t have a concussion or something?” I asked, just to clarify the situation.

  Cillian stalked closer “Yes! And when we do have sex. I’m going to ̶” Cillian’s doorbell chimed, echoing throughout the apartment, interrupting what he was about to say. He quickly turned and walked to the wardrobe, reaching for a fresh t-shirt. The same style and color as before. He put it on as he walked towards the hall.

  Quickly following behind him, I scurried back through to the living room, grabbing my oversized - t-shirt from the floor. I scrambled to put it on, before glancing down to make sure I looked presentable. I grabbed Cillian’s t-shirt he had disregarded and dashed towards the kitchen, tossing it behind the breakfast bar. I could hear my brother’s shoes squeaking against the floor. I quickly dived onto the white leather couch, the sound of the leather creased beneath me.

  I listened to Cillian and my brother having a conversation about a well-deserved boy’s night as they made their way towards me. Cillian entered first, watching me with naughtiness in his eyes. Like he was counting down the seconds, to getting down and dirty with me.

  He made his way around the couch until he was standing in front of the fireplace, with a front view of me, yet allowing space for Riley to examine me. My brother cocked a brow as he reached into his medical bag.

  “Couldn’t find any pants?” He questioned, giving my choice of loungewear a disapproving glance.

  I tugged at my oversized t-shirt.

  “I only had a selected amount of time to grab and go. Macey fucked up” I said tightly. I glanced nervously at Cillian. He looked toward the kitchen area then back to me before walking away. I looked over my shoulder to see where he was going. He grabbed the bathrobe, I had taken off at the breakfast bar and passed it to me.

  “Thanks” I whispered, standing to put it on. The scent of Cillian’s spicy vanilla invaded my senses as I wrapped it around my body.

  “What happened Jess? Did you join Macey in one of her crazy threesomes?” My brother asked, turning his back on me to rummage in his bag he kept his medical first aid kit in, not in the least bit amused.

  “No” I rolled my eyes at my Riley’s question, knowing my brother knows all too well of Macey’s bedroom antics, considering, he had slept with her months back.

  I remembered the awkward encounter of walking in on them having sex. To see my brother in his birthday suit, doing things with my best friend, will haunt me for the rest of my days.

  “One of her boy toys got upset, that I didn’t want to be his slut for a night.” My brother knows me well enough, to know I wasn’t joking. I looked up at Cillian, his jaw tightened, he was not amused in the slightest with my answer. I realized how inconsiderate it sounded. I directed my stare back to my brother. Riley stepped closer and tilted my head, checking for any more injuries.

  “You should see the other guy,” I told him, as he was shining his torch in my eyes, trying desperately to break the awkward silence that was growing in the room.

  “What the hell happened?” My brother demanded to know, he opened an antiseptic wipe and wiped over my lip.

  I sighed, “As I said before. Macey fucked up”. I sure as hell wasn’t going to go into detail. My brother would only want me to go and report it to the police.

  I just wanted to forget it ever happened.

  Riley turned to dispose of the wipe then tilted my chin up with his fingers drumming under my jaw.

  “Does it hurt when I press here?” He asked.

  I shook my head “No”

  “How about here?” Moving his fingers and pressing in.

  “No,” I said again. I glanced at Cillian who stood with his arms crossed, watching what my brother was doing with interest.

  “So, does Jess need to go to the hospital?” Cillian queried, stepping closer.

  My brother glanced at Cillian then back to me “Do you want to go to the hospital?” He asked with a frown. That was the last thing I wanted. I hated hospitals. No chance was I going to go. And my brother knew that would be the last place I would go to.

  “Cillian’s worried in case I have a concussion” I shrugged.

  My brother chuckled to himself as he put his stuff away “She’s fine, honestly” he said, “But what I do recommend, is that you stay clear of Macey when she wants to entertain.” His body shifted awkwardly, at the mention of her name.

  “Speaking of Macey. Do you plan on sleeping with my best friend again?” I raised a brow in amusement.

  There was no way I was going to let him forget so quickly.

  Riley was quick to try and change the subject.

  “Thanks, Cillian. For keeping Jess safe.”

  “No problem, at all” Cillian replied “I’m just glad she’s okay” Riley stood in a relaxed posture beside Cillian, they both looked in my direction. My brother wore designer jeans and a navy short-sleeved shirt he was always so presentable when it came to his style.

  He had a look of curiosity about him.

  He began shifting his head back and forth giving me and Cillian side glances, his blue eyes had a questionable look about them.

  “How did you end up here, Jess?” He asked. I knew it! I knew he would be trying to piece together last night’s events, he was wondering how on earth I ended up at his best friend’s apartment. My mouth became dry, I couldn’t think. I was unable to come up with a lie quickly.

  My eyes darted to Cillian.

  “Your sister pulled the Riley Kelling card,” He replied, looking amused with himself.

  Cillian turned to my brother “Macey was busy entertaining. So, I offered to keep Jess company at the bar. Not long after that, she got the call from Macey, saying she was at Jessica’s apartment. I insisted that she let me take her home.”

  Cillian slowly drew his attention back to me, Riley’s hand reached up to his chin, rubbing the stubble he had allowed to grow, with an urge to know more.


  “So, how come you still ended up with a sore lip? If Cillian was with you?” He asked more in-depth. My palms quickly started to become clammy. I was sure my brother would know I was lying if I didn’t answer him.

  “I told him I was okay. That I would go up alone” I said, hoping he would leave it at that.

  Avoiding my brothers’ gaze I looked to Cillian for support.

  “Jess left her phone in my car” Cillian interrupted “So I asked the concierge downstairs what level she occupied. I walked into the apartment, just in time.” He added, looking uneasy at having to lie to his best friend.

  Lifting his medical bag from the glass table “Well, I’m just glad you’re safe Jess,” Riley replied, he looked down at the Rolex watch that was given to him for his birthday by our parents.

  “I need to go. My double shift at the hospital starts soon,” He announced. “Cillian, do you mind taking her home?” Riley asked, giving me one last glance as he made his way towards the hall.

  “I’ll make sure she gets home safe,” Cillian said confidently.

  They both walked out of view.

  “I’ll tell Macey you said hi!” I shrieked, smiling to myself, knowing it made him feel awkward.

  “That joke is getting old Jessica!” My brother yelled back at me.

  I leaped up and made my way to Cillian once I heard the door close.

  “Did you know Riley slept with Macey?” I asked, stopping and leaning against the door frame with my arms crossed. I watched him shift uncomfortably. Unsure of how to answer, his hand brushed through his hair, clearly caught off guard by my question.

  “Wow! You’re seriously going to stand there and deny that you knew?” I unfolded my arms and walked past him making my way to the bedroom.

  “Jessica. Stop doing that!” he demanded, grabbing me by the arm.

  I pulled free “Stop doing what?” I hollered.

  He stepped closer, holding his hands up in frustration “Every time you don’t like what someone has to say or something isn’t going your way. You always run away sulking like a damn brat!” he replied “It’s not my business to talk about others,” Cillian added, his arms dropped back down, calming himself from his frustration.