The Other Brother_A Billionaire Hangover Romance
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Or ex-fiancée. Whatever I am.
It’s not like he’d fucking start anything either. Not with a totally respectable lady like me, anyway.
We’re here to have fun, and feeling sexy and frisky seems pretty damn fun to me. And it’s not a crime, so Dan can hold the fuck up if he has a problem.
Ugh. Fucking Dan. I could never take him here.
He’d be so concerned about...well, literally everything.
The music. The noise. The stickiness of spilled beer on the floor—even though, like, it’s a concert! What else is the floor supposed to feel like?
As I sway against Liam’s crotch, his cock hardens and protrudes against his pants. A devious spark envelops all of my other thoughts.
I don’t stop there.
I raise my arm and wrap my hand around Liam’s neck. My pussy is wet at Liam’s touch. His arms run up and down the sides of my body, just grazing the very bottom of my breasts before moving away.
I lean my head against Liam’s, breathing directly into his ear. His cock twitches in his pants and I grind my ass all around against it. Liam grabs my hips and pulls them around against his cock and I just let him take control.
My pussy is aching for attention. Each graze against my skin has intensified my desire for Liam and I can’t resist.
I steal Liam’s hand away from my hip and lace my fingers through his, and I slowly place it on my breast.
“Mmmm,” he moans under his breath as he gropes me hard and teases my nipple in between his fingers. I turn my head to face his neck and start sucking on it and kissing it right there in the middle of the crowd.
I can’t say that in my mind somewhere, I don’t want this. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t more attracted to Liam than my own husband-to-be―er, ex-husband-to-be. Or whatever Dan the Man is to me right now.
Fuck.
Everything escalates when Liam presses his hand against my pussy. Oh. Shit.
I feel the room spin a little, and my knees go weak. My heart is beating at a million miles an hour, and I don’t even blink for several seconds.
My body is stiff. I’m tense and just stuck.
Stuck with my ass against a hard cock. Stuck with a hand on my tit. Stuck between letting this happen and not.
I’m supposed to be getting married. This fucking weekend. To the step-brother of the man I’m currently grinding cunt on.
This isn’t just something that’s just happening between two single people. I thought I was rid of Dan the Man, but his presence is looming over this moment like a black fucking flag.
If I was single, I’d be all over Liam right now.
I guess maybe, I technically am single.
Does that still make humping the hand of my ex-fiancé’s step-brother at a Celine Dion concert wrong?
Liam has paused. His hand is just there. He’s waiting for me.
It feels like it takes me an eternity to rationalize it, but fuck.
Tonight I’m living like Liam. Like Ballin’ Becky, the party girl I used to be.
Like I’m only gonna live once, and I might never get the chance for something like this to happen again.
I grind my hips, and Liam’s hand gets a feel of my burning desire for him. Right there in the massive crowd, he shoves his hand down into my panties.
At first, his hand rests over my pussy, teasing me. Taunting me to make another thrust against him. And I do.
Over and over.
His palm rubs against my clit again and again. He leans into my ear, my head on his shoulder, but my face turned away.
“You’re mine tonight, Becky.”
And I cum. Right there. In the middle of a crowd, in the middle of a concert. He has me literally in the palm of his hand.
And I’m aching for more of him.
I just want his touch. I want to be under him.
“Good girl.”
Sweet Jesus. Yes. I am a good girl.
And I need to be rewarded.
“Mmmph,” I moan. I stretch my torso out and grind my ass against his cock some more.
He slides two fingers into my slick pussy. They ease in and his fingertips extend to my G-spot.
He pulls his fingers in and out and fucks my pussy with them.
Liam’s other hand is massaging my breast as his fingers work my cunt. I grind my hips forward on his hand, riding it.
Getting his fingers deeper. Pushing my G-spot harder. Showing him how much I want this.
There’s no denying it. My hard nipples are protruding through my shirt. If anyone at all looked over, they’d see me like this: exposed and manhandled.
I’m high with pleasure, and my pussy throbs around Liam’s fingers. I squeeze into his neck with my hand and squeal out in pleasure, gushing all over his fingers. I soak my panties and thighs with my cum.
Liam pulls his fingers out of me and shoves them into his mouth, marveling at the taste of my sweet cunt.
I don’t even speak to him. I just stand back on my own feet, grab his hand and drag him to the bathroom.
We tear through a crowd of people to the bathroom, and I lock the door behind us.
I shove Liam against the vanity and unzip his pants. His cock is enough to make me want to faint. It’s so fucking huge. And he’s hard as a rock.
I grip it with my hand and start licking it up and down. As I slather my saliva all over his cock, I can’t help but think about how amazing Liam has been, especially in contrast to his step-brother.
Part of me wishes that it was Liam who had found me that night eight months ago, drunk off my ass and crying on the very steps of the hotel that, it turns out, Liam Black actually owns.
Liam could have been the one to take me into the bathroom and rinse the puke out of my Christian Louboutins.
Liam could have been the one to clean me up and cuddle me and fall in love with me and propose.
Fuck. It’s like this whole time, I was caught up with the wrong brother.
I take Liam’s cock and suck it into my mouth, it’s girth-y goodness stuffing my pie hole to the brim and then some. I bob my head up and down and listen him moan and pant.
Liam’s hand comes up to my head, and he holds my head in place as he takes control and starts humping.
As he fucks my face, my thoughts drift to Dan again, as I realize that as hot as this is, he’d never go for something so risqué or spontaneous.
Quickly, Liam’s cock starts to throb and twitch in my mouth and I hear him shout, “I’m coming!”
His words get lost in the roar of the crowd.
And he does come.
He comes a lot.
Loads of cum shoot into my mouth, directly on my tongue, and I gulp down every delicious, creamy drop.
Fuck Dan the Man. His step-brother looks, acts, and tastes way better than he ever will.
Chapter 29
Liam
9:16 PM WEDNESDAY
Becky has had me gawking at her all night, but now that I’ve seen her face directly after she’s swallowed my cum, it’s even harder to tear my eyes away.
If I had met her before tonight, I would have stolen her away from Dan without even thinking. No question, no remorse.
And now that Dan has fucked things up with her…well, no one can blame me for taking what I want.
How it all happened is so strange. Stranger than fiction, as they say. It seems like it shouldn’t have happened at all, but dammit, I’m not afraid to say I’m glad it did.
It’s clear that that this gorgeous woman has been kept in a cage for too long. Typical fucking Dan. He doesn’t want a wife—he wants a porcelain doll who plays nice with the other wives at charity functions.
That’s not a life to live.
Hopefully I can help her see tonight that, when she’s with me, she doesn’t need to worry. We’ll just exist together and complement each other’s desires, bring out the best in each other, and have the best night we can.
Damn him for hurting her, but thank fuck he fucked up.
My heart is thrashing in my chest on the walk up to the after party. I’m actually taking this bird and her party girl friends to Celine Dion’s house—and by house, I mean the shared spot for big entertainers to rent out while they’re spending time in the City of Sin.
Becky’s arm is looped around mine as we walk the path up to the door together. I can hear her friends behind us, giggling and whispering. One of them is pulling along a massive cooler—I can hear the wheels rumbling against the concrete.
We get to the bouncer guarding the house.
“Name?” he asks as he views his clipboard.
“Liam Black,” I provide. He might not recognize my face, but his eyes light up when he hears the name. “And my guests.”
“Enjoy,” he says.
I give him a smug grin as I thank him, and he ushers us through to the inside of the home.
It’s fucking gorgeous. But it’s Celine Dion’s house—of course it is.
There’s a huge glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and there’s a champagne fountain on the first landing of the stairs, before it trails off into two parting flights on either side.
We make our way up and help ourselves to a glass each before wandering around some, curiously exploring the singer’s tastes.
“How did I get to be spending my evening with the most awesome person ever?” Becky blurts.
“Do you mean me?” I ask. “Flattery will get you everywhere, darling.”
“Even Celine Dion thought you were cool,” she continues. “I’m having the time of my life right now. Thank you for reminding me what fun can really look like.”
“It’s no problem, love. To tell you the truth, it’s quite enjoyable seeing you let loose and have fun for a change,” I explain.
Becky seems puzzled by my statement, as though my dear step-brother didn’t take her enjoyment into consideration much. I’m disappointed by that.
She deserves to be happy.
She’s far more amazing than I could have pictured her to be on paper, and it’s such a waste for her to not get to experience everything she wants every day.
Especially with a smile like hers.
Fuck, what a little charmer this one is. She’s got me twisted around her finger already, that’s for sure.
We make our way through a small group of people gathered around, speaking about the show. It was quite lovely, if I must say so myself, but admittedly, the parts where I didn’t pay any mind to Celine were my favorite.
Becky’s friends are caught up in conversation about the concert, but my little redhead is much more interested in exploring, so I go along with her.
After we pass by the group, we come across a stairwell, which must lead to a basement or something of the sort. What fun would it be to go down and explore. With my lead, we give it a go.
As we descend, each step we take downward echoes further into the rest of the hall.
CLACK, CLACK, CLACK. Our shoes are making almost as much noise as the girls back upstairs. There’s no sneaking around on these stairs, that’s for sure.
We reach the bottom, only to be faced by a big red door. If that’s not the most inviting door I’ve seen in my life, I don’t know what is.
I look at Becky, a glimmer of adventurousness in my eye as I reach for the handle.
“Should we really be going into the rooms?” she asks nervously.
“Of course, darling. What else are you supposed to do with limited hours in a celebrity’s home? Let’s live it up,” I answer.
“Okay, but if we end up kicked out, it’s all on you!” she responds.
“I’ll take full responsibility, I swear,” I assure her. I know full well that whatever is behind this door is not going to get us kicked out of an after party. How bad could it be?
I swing the door open, and before us is a neat little room.
Ah, but it’s so much more than that. I can tell from a glance.
Fucking incredible.
I take a few steps into the room while Becky lingers in the doorway.
I have to step back out and retrieve her.
“Come on, now,” I egg her on. “Nothing is going to bite you in here,” I joke.
“Are you sure about that?” she asks as she searches the entire room with her eyes, taking it all in.
Admittedly…she has a point.
There’s a variety of rather interesting objects around the room. The ceiling is lined with recessed bulbs that are on dim, controlling the amount of light hitting the room in any given section.
“Oh my god,” she announces in the world’s loudest whisper. “This is Celine Dion’s sex dungeon.”
I appraise the room with an arched eyebrow. “It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?”
She brings herself to a bed that’s been set up in the corner of the room. She has my hand gripped tight as she makes her way over to it so I’m clearly set to follow her.
Becky does give me the best view of her arse on the walk over, which I enjoy with each step and subsequent hip sway she displays. We stop right at the foot of the bed, where I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her body close to mine.
Becky’s body is sheer perfection. She’s petite and shapely in all in the right places. I love how my arms envelop her entire torso. What a tight little tart I’m holding onto.
As horrible as it’d be for my step-brother, I want Becky to be mine. Not just tonight, but every night. She deserves the very best for herself, and I’m incredibly certain that I’m exactly what she wants and what she needs.
I gaze into her beautiful green eyes and see in them that she wants me, too. I lean into her face and press my lips against hers.
Right here, right now. This moment is mine, and I won’t let anyone take it away.
Becky and I share a passionate, heavy kiss. One that I don’t ever want to end. I could never come up for a breath of air and die happy right here.
But that doesn’t happen. Our lips part slowly, Becky’s moves calculated and timed to mine. She places her hands on my forearms and pushes them down to my sides.
Becky lowers her body and sits down on the bed, her eyes not leaving mine for a moment. She scoots up higher and then lays herself down and spreads her legs, inviting me to dive in for a real taste of her sweet pussy.
Who could resist a calling like that? I’ll have the whole world know that I don’t.
As quickly as I’m invited, even while trying to restrain myself some, I greet her panties with my tongue.
I playfully lap at her pussy lips through her satin undergarments, teasing her little clit and getting a hint of her sexy, delicious scent in my nostrils as I take in just how turned on I have her.
But, hmmm…I have a hunch that I can satiate another desire of hers, and fuck, if tonight’s the only chance I get, I figure why not give it my best shot?
I take a rope that’s been left down here and hold it up over her.
“What’re you doing with that?” she asks, nervously.
“Do you trust me?”
She looks scared, but utters the magic word, “Yes.”
“Alright then. I promise I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll do nothing but make you feel good, love,” I reassure her. “You might even like it.”
She scrunches her little nose up in sudden delight. “You’re assuming that I’ve never done this before.”
Christ. If that doesn’t get my blood running…
What a naughty little kitten Dan the Man has kept locked away! No wonder the bastard didn’t want her to meet me—if it weren’t for my holdings in Vegas, I’m not sure he would have even invited me to the wedding.
Saucy, advent
urous, funny, kinky…and a redhead.
Becky Brooks is exactly my type.
She allows me to bring the rope around her hands and knot it, and finally loop it to the metal frame of the bed acting as a pseudo-headboard.
I return to my place between her legs and rub my nose into her clit through her panties, just to hear her squeal. Her little noises get me so hard.
I slide her panties down and off of her, and I bring my face back into that sweet, aromatic pussy. I glide my tongue up and down her slit while my arms are wrapped around her legs, holding them comfortably, but firmly at the same time. I’m in complete control.
Becky’s hips flex up at my mouth, and I graze her clit with my tongue. She winces in delight and does it again. She continues humping at my mouth, swelling her clit a little more with each encounter with my tongue.
When I decide it’s my turn, Becky’s little whimpers turn into long, intense moans. My mouth is suctioning her pussy, my tongue violently flicking at her clit, driving her to the edge.
I pause as she gets close and start lapping at the rest of her pussy, going up and down her pussy lips and tonguing her hole. I want her to beg for it.
She flexes those sexy hips up at my face again, aching to come for me. But I keep it from her for just a moment. I want her to know what she can have from me: ultimate pleasure.
When she calms her body some, I bring my tongue back to her clit and have my fingers ready. As soon as I start lapping at her, I slide my fingers inside her pussy and rub her G-spot hard.
In moments, I feel her entire body tighten. Her pussy muscles contract around my fingers, and she shakes as she gushes her cum all over my hand and my face. I bring my mouth down to where my fingers are and collect as much of it in my mouth as I can.
As she calms down, I bring my face back up to hers and plant a gentle kiss on her lips. I sit up on my knees and take in the view of this lovely chick that’s just let me tie her up and eat her out.
She stares up at me in a gleeful, giddy state, just smiling away.
I reach up and undo the knotting and embrace her in a tight, comforting hug.
I really don’t know how I’m supposed to give her back to Dan after tonight. I’ve put myself in a bugger of a situation, and it is going to be so difficult to figure it out if Becky can’t come to her senses.