His Brother's Wife

by Michelle Love

  They’d have to wash the comforter now.

  Elisa

  I felt heat wash over my skin as I pulled my slick hand away from my body, listening to Damon come on the other end of the line. It was incredible, and I closed my eyes in the room as I wondered what the hell was happening to me. I wanted to come again, and my fingers moved over my sensitive nub as I dropped my head back. I was lost in Damon, and I stroked myself as I let out another soft cry, timed with his moan. “I can’t stop touching myself. I can’t get enough, Damon.”

  “I want to taste you, baby. I want that sweet clit in my mouth,” Damon told me, as I moaned again. “I want your legs spread wide before me.”

  “Uh…oh,” I stammered as I felt another wave wash over me before I jerked back and bit my arm to keep quiet. “Ouch!” I whispered as I stared at my pale skin.

  “Are you okay?” Damon asked, as I laughed.

  “I bit myself. I was so into that…oh my God,” I marveled, as his low chuckle filled the phone.

  “I’ll kiss that all better tomorrow in my office, unless you want to join me tonight,” He teased, as my eyes widened. “I can have Mark come and get you, and then me. I just finished a meeting.”

  “What kind of meeting can you do…that at?” I asked as I blushed.

  “One that is over. Should I send him?”

  “I have class,” I told him, as my mind raced.

  “Bring some stuff. He’ll take you to school,” Damon suggested, as I agreed and told him the address.

  “I know where you live,” he said as I blushed again. “I’ll see you soon.”

  I rushed around the tiny room, cleaning up in the bathroom before I hurried back into the room to pull on some jeans and a pink burnout t-shirt with a hoodie over it. I threw a pair of leggings and a tunic into my school backpack, as well as a few things that I’d need after a shower.

  What was I doing? I couldn’t spend the night with my boss when we’d be working together the following day. This was too risky, and I dropped on my bed as I took a slow breath. Everyone would find out, and I’d be talked about all over the building, which was the least of my worries. I might lose the internship.

  I heard his voice inside of my head and stood again. “I just need to get him out of my system, and I’ll be okay. This will end.” I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and left the apartment, locking the door behind me before I approached the curb. I saw the Bentley parked and running as I approached, and a man stepped out of the driver’s seat and held the back door open for me. “Hi,” I said nervously as he looked me over.

  “Miss Moore. We’ll be picking up Damon, and then be on our way,” he said to me in a professional voice, even as I saw the concern on his handsome face.

  “Thanks,” I replied, as I slipped inside and let him close the door. The seats were soft and buttery, and I sank back with a sigh. There was a bar in the car, as well as a music system that was better than anything I’d ever seen in a house, let alone a car. It was an absolute luxury, and I buckled the seat belt as we pulled into traffic.

  The windows were dark, as I already knew from previous sightings, and it was exhilarating to know that nobody could see me in here. I’d stare at this car and wonder who was inside of it, if I were driving beside me, and I looked around to see if anyone was doing that to me. It was too dark to see. I wondered what else I could do in this car, noticing the blackened window that separated me from Mark. My imagination ran wild, and I leaned against the glass to see as we pulled into a driveway and parked in front of what I knew to be one of the best hotels in the area. I wondered again about his meeting, and how Damon would be able to do what he did over the phone here.

  God, I hated my insecurity.

  I heard voices and then the door opened before Damon slid inside. His eyes were hot on me as he moved over and kissed me hard, taking my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he nestled closer to me, kissing me into a state where there was no rhyme or reason—just want. A part of me knew that the car was moving as I wrapped my legs around Damon and moved over him, our tongues dancing together wildly. He pulled away and stared at me with crazy eyes before he withdrew my arms from around his body. “Which arm?”

  I held up my right arm, and he slipped the sleeve up, staring intently at my pale skin with the clear mark of my teeth. He leaned in and kissed it, as promised, and I stared at him as my heart tumbled loosely in my chest. I fell a little harder for him in that moment.

  “You did this for me.” His words were soft as he stared at me before kissing the skin again. “Does it hurt?”

  “No,” I replied with wonder, as he slipped a hand into my hair and kissed me again. We made out the entire way to his place, and I jumped as the car stopped, embarrassed by what I’d been doing. My lips were tingling, and I laughed as he smiled and kissed me again.

  Damon opened the door once I was put back together, and I glanced around at the apartment complex that we were at. “Is this yours?”

  “I live in another place, but I wanted to show you something,” he said, as he took my hand and led me into the pretty courtyard that featured a waterfall and small pond with a lot of plants. He turned right and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. He opened a door and pulled me inside as he turned on a light. It was a spacious apartment with a sunken living room and modern kitchen. The furnishings were modern and clean. “Do you like it?”

  “It’s beautiful,” I replied, confused. There was no possible way that I could afford something like this, unless I worked several years at the firm.

  “I want you to live here,” he told me, as I stared at him in shock. “It can be included in your wage, and it’s already furnished.”

  “Damon, you must be insane. This is too nice for me,” I protested, as he pulled me closer for a slow kiss.

  “You live in a shit hole right now, Elisa. It isn’t safe, whereas this apartment is. You could live on your own and have privacy, and it’s close to work,” he told me in between soft brushes of his lips.

  “I can’t afford this. I only work part time for you and intern the rest of the time,” I protested, as Damon lifted me and carried me down the hallway. He kissed me the entire time until my ass hit a mattress. I looked around. The bedroom was gorgeous, with a big picture window and a big bed centered against the wall.

  “This is one of two bedrooms. The other is upstairs, with a balcony, and is slightly bigger.” I felt his lips crash against mine as I pulled him closer, lost in his mouth. I knew that I was in trouble as he removed my sweatshirt before kissing my neck thoroughly.

  “Why are you doing all of this?” I asked, as he pushed my shirt up and found my nipple under the lace of the bra with his mouth. “Oh, Damon.”

  “I don’t know,” he admitted, as he unhooked the front and pulled it to the side, sucking me hard into his mouth. I dropped my arms, and he pinned them as he worshiped my body, edging me closer to a release with long draws of my skin between his teeth in between kisses. When he finally let my hands go, I ripped my jeans down myself and spread my legs open as I stared at him. “Do you want this?” Damon asked me in a husky voice as he moved to stand, staring at me.

  “I want this more than I’ve wanted anything,” I promised him, as I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I knew that he couldn’t see it since there was only a little light coming from the living room and some moonlight shining through the bedroom windows high on the wall. All sense of logic left me as I struggled to breathe, all concern over my job and future gone. I just wanted him, buried inside of me, as deep as he could go as I came around him. He lifted his shirt off, and I stared at his muscled abdomen in awe before lowering my eyes to see him slip his pants down slowly. God, he was so hard and thick, making me remember the moment that I was on my knees before him.

  “Touch yourself,” Damon told me, as he dropped before me on the mattress, holding himself in his hand. I was scared, but reached down to finger my needy clit as I watched him stroke himself slowly. “Are yo
u on any birth control?” I nodded as I got lost in the sensations coursing through my body. “I want you bare. I’m clean and get checked regularly to make sure of that. I never have sex without a condom, but I need to with you. I want to feel all of you.”

  I knew that I was insane, but I needed him and I’d agree to anything. He watched me masturbate for a few moments longer before he dropped down and drew my legs up to his shoulders. Damon positioned himself in front of me, sliding in slow and deep as I cried out his name. He filled me as I reached for his waist to pull him deeper. Every thrust stretched me, making me wetter as he drove himself in and pushed my legs back, making me moan his name.

  I wanted to think about the risk involved in this as I was pressed back against the pillows hard with every movement. I wanted to reflect on his past and my future, but all that was in my mind and body was a need for Damon. Hot and wet, I needed him. I pressed my feet against his chest as I grew closer to the release I’d been craving since seeing Damon for the first time.

  It was as good as expected, and possibly better, as I arched my back and screamed his name. Every nerve ending reacted as my mind went blank and I exploded around him, tightening as he drove himself in deeper and cried out my name. Everything sounded disjointed to me as my body seemed to temporarily leave me, and I came to moments later, with him beside me, breathing heavily with wide eyes. “What just happened?” I asked weakly, as I ran my hands over my skin to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming this.

  “Magic,” he responded, as he dropped down and faced me. “Fucking magic.”

  I thought back to the rest of the night; the phone call and rushing out to find his car. I thought about what we did in the car together as I looked around this room in shock. This place didn’t belong to either of us, and we’d just had sex in this room. I blushed, feeling guilty as he moved his hand to turn my face. “What is it?” Damon asked me firmly, as I licked my swollen lips nervously.

  “It’s just that…this isn’t your place or mine,” I started to say, as he soothingly stroked my damp cheek.

  “I want it to be yours,” he said, as I shook my head. “Let me explain, Elisa. My stepfather, Ken, was the first CEO of Elkus Manfredi. He’s a wealthy man and invests in complexes such as this, as many do, for financial reasons. This particular one is used for new employees who may be moving from another area and need some time to find a permanent place, which I see you doing in some ways.”

  “I am just an intern who gets paid for part-time work, work that is done with the man I just slept with. Oh, God,” I cried, as I covered my face. “This isn’t who I am.”

  “I never thought that you slept with every man who employed you, Elisa. You’ve worked your ass off to get where you are, and this fucking pride that you cling to so tightly is beyond me. Don’t you think that you have a better chance of keeping a job at the firm?” I looked back over at him as a tear slid down my cheek. “Hard work pays off.”

  “Will anyone there see that? Will they think that I worked for anything, or that I seduced the boss to get higher in the company, or, worse yet, to get taken care of?” I asked brokenly, feeling all the pleasure from the night begin to fade. I closed my eyes as he covered my body with his, fighting the pull as he held my face and stared at me.

  “You never asked me for anything, Elisa. Do you know how many women have tried to seduce me for my wealth or what I could do for them? I’ve never offered any of this to anyone before.” He told me, his eyes hard as he held my arms against the mattress.

  “Why me?” I asked, as searched my face with a stunned gaze.

  Damon

  I looked into her scared, innocent face as I tried to find an answer to her question. I was still reeling from the way it felt to be inside of Elisa, and I felt my cock harden again just looking at her body. “I…” My voice faded off, as I kissed her, partially to stall for time, and partially from desire. She kissed back, fighting to release her arms as I held them so I could claim her mouth without interruption. Her tongue was eager against mine as I moved her legs apart and placed myself in between them.

  Elisa moaned as she lifted her hips, making me stare down at them as I pulled away. “Please,” she asked, as I slid forward and inside of her. I knew that she was slick with both of us as I slammed into her, hearing her moan as her body covetously tightened around me. “Damon.”

  I kissed her again as I took her over and over, slightly slower than the previous time, but still with need. I let her go, believing that she wouldn’t push me away, and she pulled me closer to her. Elisa shocked me further by attempting to move me with her body, before she told me to roll over in a hoarse voice. I complied, taking her with me to watch as she rode my cock with her hands pressed to my chest. She was hot and tight, and I watched her rock against me for a long moment before I began to meet her thrust-for-thrust. Her nipples hardened as they bounced with the movement, and Elisa cried out as I leaned up to take one between my lips.

  We came together, crying out as she closed her eyes and slowed her movements. It was just as intense as before, and I memorized her face as I shot deep inside of her for the second time. A fleeting image of her with my baby growing inside of her moved through my mind, but I pushed the idea away and felt her drop on top of me. I stroked her hair and listened to her uneven breathing as heat flowed between our bodies. “Do you even like your apartment? I think it’s awful.”

  Elisa laughed slightly and pressed her lips to my shoulder. “I hate it. There’s no privacy.”

  “It’s not in a safe area,” I added, as I felt her lips against my skin again.

  “There are so many people living there in that small space,” she told me, as I slipped my hands down to stroke her back.

  “New employees get this place for six months, if they need it, not that Ken bothers to check the numbers. That’s a good amount of time for you to see what happens, seeing as you graduate this year,” I informed her, as she dropped her cheek against me.

  “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Elisa asked, as I smiled.

  “No, I’m not. I think this would benefit both of us.” I closed my eyes and relaxed. “Not that I want there to be one, but there is room for a roommate here, if you choose one.”

  “If I could stay, I’d love to get my mother here. She lives in a terrible part of the city,” Elisa admitted, as my curiosity was piqued. I asked her where and Elisa told me, making me wince. It was a step above the projects.

  “Tell me about her,” I urged her, as she kissed my chest.

  “Dad left when I was five, and Mom had to take care of me all on her own. She worked so much, leaving me with Gram while she worked two, and sometimes three, jobs. When I was thirteen, Gram was gone, and I took care of myself mostly. I just watched her work so hard, just to keep a roof over my head and food on our table. I did my part by working hard at school to get into a good college, just to return the favor.” She sighed. “The internship was a dream. I knew that I had a chance to make something of myself.”

  “That’s why you’re scared,” I said, as she slid her hands under my arms.

  “I could lose it all, along with my reputation. I won’t be able to do anything for her.” I pulled Elisa to me. “She’s fifty-five and still working two jobs, just to keep her horrible apartment.”

  “I will do everything in my power to keep us secret, but I’m not letting you go. You’ll move in here as soon as possible, and we’ll keep that to ourselves, unless you spend time with anybody outside of the building,” I was curious as much as I was concerned, and I waited for her answer.

  “No, not anymore. I’ll tell everyone that I live in the old apartment still, if they ask,” Elisa murmured, as she trembled in my arms.

  “I’ll get an apartment cleaned up for your mom, too. She deserves to live somewhere safe.” I planned on calling Ken as soon as possible and explaining the situation to him, even though it was so unlike me to do so. I couldn’t figure out why I wanted to help Elisa so much. I just d
id. “It’ll be okay, Elisa.”

  I asked if she was hungry and assured her that I’d order Thai food to be delivered. We dressed to go into the living room, and I showed her through the kitchen a bit and built a fire in the impressive fireplace that was just to the left of the television.

  “This is so nice, Damon. I can’t imagine how much it would cost per month.”

  “Don’t worry about that. Most of it is for employees, and nobody will notice another couple of units being filled. All the residents are appreciative of the opportunity and quiet. You’ll be safe here.”

  Elisa stared at me as she sat down on the couch beside me and pressed her lips together. I found something to watch on the television, and we snuggled together until the food came.

  I asked about her scholarship, and just what it offered her, nodding when she explained that it covered full tuition, with a little extra. With the part time job with me, which I intended to keep going, she’d be okay. She even suggested that her mom live with her, but I wanted time to ourselves and the chance for Elisa to live on her own for a while. The money didn’t matter. Her safety and happiness did.

  I took her upstairs to the other bedroom, to show her how much bigger it was. I wanted her to stay in this room, because it seemed safer up here, even with the security system that I was going to have installed. Elisa walked around the spacious room, peeking into the attached master bathroom and the balcony that would offer an excellent view of the city. “It’s lovely. I can imagine studying up here so peacefully, with the slider open when the weather is nice.”

  “I have other plans for this room,” I told her, as she giggled and sat on the king-sized bed.

  I could tell that she was tired from the emotions of the evening, as well as the sex we’d shared, and let her fall asleep beside me, with nothing more than a soft kiss. Regarding my lifestyle, the sex would be considered vanilla on many levels. In my soul, I knew that it was different, and that it had been so much more than a physical connection. I thought back to Sharon earlier that night and compared the experiences. Sharon was done with Elisa in my mind, and I knew that. Now that I’d felt what it was like to be inside of Elisa, I didn’t want anyone else.