Come Back to Me_A Brother's Best Friend Romance

by Vivien Vale

  “Jack…I’m dirty,” she says shakily. She turns her chin up at me and there’s an entirely different look on her face.

  It may have been a long time, but as I haven’t forgotten what that look means. There’s no mistaking how she feels right now: desire.

  I recognize the look, because I might be going to Hell for it, but I’m feeling it too.

  Avery

  The steam rises up all around me, carrying the scent of jasmine and lavender and wrapping me up in it.

  I’ve been to a lot of spa weekends in my silly little life, and this trumps every freaking—fucking—one of them.

  Jack is being too kind. I’m not used to kind men in my life.

  He’s welcomed me into his home, nurtured me. Even now, he’s bathing me in his tub with his limited supply of hot water. I know it means more to him to provide all of this to me than he’s letting me see.

  The point is, I’m feeling more loved by a stranger than I ever felt with Adam. It’s incredible what a difference there is between someone who’s supposed to take care of you and doesn’t, and someone who just blindly cares for the well-being of others.

  Jack is a beautiful person, despite whatever stupid things he feels about himself. I can tell he’s got his own troubles, but he hasn’t let any of that get in the way. He’s just been caring. Caring and careful.

  Everything that Adam couldn’t even manage to be when he was trying to play pretend.

  I have to wonder if Jack even knows what I’m trying to show him here. I never had any desire for Adam to take me as his. I was dreading the very thought of our consummation.

  I knew it would hurt, and I knew that even if it didn’t at first, Adam would make sure it did by the time he was done.

  But with Jack, I want to know what his touch is truly like. He’s put his hands, not all directly, all over my body, and now I want him to touch me how no one has before. I give him my most sultry I want this look.

  With Jack, I want it to hurt.

  “You sure?” he asks, his hand paused before my pussy.

  “I’m sure,” I respond quickly.

  I feel a weight off of my shoulders as he moves his hand all the way down. His finger travels down and teases my pussy lips. I shimmy my hips in response.

  He watches my face as his finger moves up to my clit, and my eyes widen. He rubs his finger against it, slow and rhythmically. I feel myself sink down into the tub further and moan in approval.

  The sheer anticipation of him entering me is killing me. I can see his cock bulging against the seam of his pants and throbbing for me, but he’s so focused on me I don’t even acknowledge it.

  My heart races at the sexual tension in the air and at his finger on my clit. I’ve never known such a feeling, especially for it to be so incredibly…tingling.

  Before we go any further, Jack wraps his arms around my torso, sliding his hands under my arms. I go with it. I’ve never done anything like this before, not even with Adam…the man I’m supposed to be married to right now.

  Knowing what I do now, I’ll never go back to Adam. Seeing how kind and gentle someone can be has really opened my eyes about what a rude and narcissistic man that asshole is.

  Jack, on the other hand, is so sweet and loving. I can tell by his light touch and his respect for me. Any other man I know would definitely have used this opportunity to try to sleep with me.

  And here Jack has been, trying to do anything but.

  And here I am, seducing him. It’s funny how it works. Show me you respect me and I’ll let you undress me and bathe me apparently.

  It’s kind of sad that Jack is the first man I’ve known who’s been deserving of that.

  Jack lifts me to the edge of the tub. I’m astounded at the way he’s able to carry me with little to no pain to me. He’s got such consideration for my body.

  We stare deep into each other’s eyes. Mine widen and I let out a deep, breathy moan as Jack’s finger slides into me and finds what must be my G-spot.

  I realize why every woman raves about this. My god, this feels so amazing.

  He slides his finger in and out, just pressing firmly against there. With each pump, I find myself more and more turned on. More desiring. More lustful.

  My pleasure only soars higher when Jack pushes another finger into my pussy. I’m feeling sensations I’ve never felt before in my life.

  My nipples have grown incredibly hard. I honestly believe I could cut a diamond with them if I tried. There’s a slight aching that comes with it, but it’s nothing less than enjoyable.

  I can feel my entire body relaxed at Jack’s hand. If he continued endlessly, just like this, I think I could die knowing true bliss.

  I notice there are now goosebumps on my skin, which has got to be from all of the activity from Jack. Mmph.

  His fingers continue to plunge into me. I love the way the muscles on his arm flex as he pushes in. God, it’s so sexy.

  Everything about Jack is incredibly attractive to me. He’s not all prim and proper. In fact, he’s the exact opposite.

  He’s filled out, burly, and under-groomed. But for a man of his ruggedness, he’s surprisingly hygienic. He smells amazing. Even when he’s all sweaty…I know men who would happily pay to wear Jack’s sweat as cologne.

  The way he’s watching my face as he fingers me is enrapturing. I’ve never known someone to care so much about what I want or how I’m feeling and responding to them.

  Not that I ever let it come close, but I can imagine how this would go with Adam. It would be minimal at best, or it wouldn’t happen at all.

  I don’t want to think about Adam right now, though. Right now, he’s the furthest thought from my mind.

  Jack is here. Jack’s fingers are inside me. Jack is giving me so much pleasure that I don’t know what to do with myself.

  In fact, I’m feeling every thrust of his fingers even more than the last. Every time he goes inside of me, I feel a jolt through my body.

  When his fingers hit my G-spot, my vision starts going slightly fuzzy. All of this rush is so much…I just lay back and tilt my head up and moan at him.

  He sees me leaning back…and thrusts his fingers in and out faster. Oh my god. I—I don’t—what is this?

  I cry out a loud, long moan. My toes curl up and my hands tense, locking my fingers around the edge of the tub. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I see a white light spread out behind my eyelids as a giant wave of overwhelming pleasure crashes over me.

  In mere seconds I’m warm from head to toe and my entire body is gyrating against Jack’s fingers. I feel a fullness at my pussy and start gushing all over his hand.

  After that, my fuzzy, warm feeling starts to dissipate and I open my eyes. I see Jack. He’s smiling at me.

  “Jack?” I ask. I’m concerned about what just happened. It almost feels like I maybe peed on him.

  Oh god. The most perfect man I’ve ever met, and I just peed on his hand.

  I’m going to die for real now. Of like, embarrassment.

  “Shh. You’re alright,” he replies. “You came so good for me, Avery.” He stares down at me with a very smitten gaze.

  OH. I…I orgasmed. That’s so enlightening. It’s funny how sometimes you really have no idea what something is until you’ve experienced it.

  Okay. I’m going to need that to happen again…just to be sure. I see that he’s quiet, awaiting my follow-up to his comment.

  “It felt better than good,” I blurt. “I’ve…I’ve never felt that before.”

  “No?” Jack raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe me. Why the fuck would I lie about that, though? “Well…we’d best make sure you feel it again, then.”

  He’s looking at me more hungrily. He wants more of me too. I can see it in his gaze.

  Jack’s skills are remarkable. It’s enough to make anyone go crazy. And with as long as he’s saying he went without? I can’t imagine what he must be like when he’s well practiced.

  Well, there’s only o
ne way for me to find out. I don’t know if this means I’m turning into a slut or a sex addict or whatever, but I really want to come for him again.

  Jack

  As I’m beside Avery, my nerves return. I hope she’s not regretting what just happened. I hope that I didn’t take it too far.

  As I open my mouth to speak, I see Avery bring her hands over to me. She grips her fingers into my shirt and pulls me to her.

  I’m caught off guard, so much so that I fall right into the tub of water, clothes on and all. I wipe my face and see Avery above me, an apologetic look in her eyes.

  “I’m sorry!” she explains. “I got so caught up in the moment that I wasn’t thinking about the water.”

  “Not a problem,” I say. “What exactly is it that you wanted to achieve here?” I hate to ask…especially with such boldness on her behalf.

  “I’m, um, just hoping for something more from you,” she expands. She spreads her legs apart and caresses her thighs outward to her knees.

  “I see,” I say, smiling at her.

  I bite my lip and wink up at her. I take my arms and wrap them around her legs, my hands resting at the crease of her hip and thigh.

  My movements are slow and calculated. Everything for Avery must be perfect. I can’t fuck anything up, and I’d hate myself if I hurt her after her injuries from her car accident.

  Her skin is so soft. I’m eye level with her torso right now, admiring her gorgeous exterior. I can hardly believe that she’s got a personality to match it.

  She sighs deep in anticipation. I bring my focus to what’s in front of me. I lower my face slowly to her pussy. She’s already so wet.

  I just don’t know how much sexier she can get. She’s so beautiful and so horny and all mine. I need to make sure she’s as satisfied as possible.

  I let out a breath of hot air against her pussy, teasing her. Her legs twitch just slightly in response. She can’t see it, but I’m smiling.

  I take my tongue and flick it once against her swollen clit. She winces in delight. I love when a girl isn’t afraid to show what she likes.

  I let my tongue travel down her pussy lips, picking up that sweet taste of her pussy. I salivate instantly.

  I flick my tongue against the hole of her pussy and wiggle it around some, exploring what she’s into. I want to know what she enjoys most and hone in on that.

  I stick my tongue out and slide it into her pussy. I pull and push in and out and feel her legs tighten against my arms. She lets out small whimpers and pushes her hips forward.

  I pull away for a moment and bring myself up to her face. I look deep into her eyes before I lean in and kiss her for the first time. Her lips are soft and supple.

  My tongue slips into her mouth, finding hers and flicking against it. Our mouths are one just for a moment as our tongues dance together, the taste of her pussy now on both of our lips.

  I slide my tongue back into my mouth and bite my lip at her. She stares deeply at me, hunger in her eyes.

  I travel back down to her clit and keep flicking my tongue against it. She brings her hands to my long, tangled hair and finds a place to slip her fingers through and grips it.

  She moans and breathes in deep as I pull my lips over her clit and suck on it as my tongue laps at it. Her leg muscles tighten and squish my face between her thighs.

  “Oh, Jack. That feels amazing!” she shouts. Good. I want her to be blown away. She deserves nothing less.

  I lap at her clit suctioned in my mouth more and start rubbing the tops of her thighs gently with my hands. She moans loud in delight. I think I’ve found her weakness.

  I pull my arms from beneath her and bring them up her body, touching so gently I’m almost hovering over her skin. I stop at her breasts and cup them in each hand and start massaging them.

  She moans deeply at my touch. I lap at her clit harder and faster and feel her hips humping against my face.

  Her breathing intensifies and her muscles are tensing hard, pulsing. She’s close. I grab her tits harder and circle her clit with my tongue.

  I listen as I hear her cry out, “I’m coming, Jack! Don’t stop!” And her hand flies down on my shoulder and grips me tight.

  She lets out a long, intense moan and rolls her hips against my face as her cum gushes from her pussy. I bring my mouth down and open wide, letting it pour over my nose and cheeks and down to my lips.

  Feeling her cum on me is incredibly sexy. I love the entire experience of pleasing a woman, and until today, I had no idea how much I missed it.

  I wipe my face with my fingers and slip them into my mouth, getting one more good taste of her delectable pussy. God damn, she’s so sweet.

  I lift myself up to her. As she stops panting, I kiss her passionately. Her arms wrap around me and she pushes her breasts against my chest.

  I wrap my arms around her waist and lower us both down into the tub to enjoy the warm water together. As she nestles down against my chest, I start running my fingers through her long blonde hair.

  “You alright?” I ask Avery. “I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

  “I’m perfectly fine,” she replies and snuggles into me. “I’m happy, but my head is spinning, wrapping my mind around everything I suppose.”

  “I can understand. You’ve had a wild few days. It’s been crazy for me and I’m living it too,” I say.

  “Yeah, well, it’s not even that so much that I don’t understand, I guess,” she continues.

  “I see. You can’t picture yourself…doing that again with a big monstrous-looking man like me,” I respond, defeated.

  I should have known. I just had a feeling she wouldn’t be attracted to me.

  This is why I distance myself. Not just from women but from everybody. People don’t take kindly to me, and I get why.

  “No, Jack. You have it all wrong,” she argues. “It’s not that at all. I wanted everything you did. I just can’t believe you gave me my first orgasm today. And my second one too!”

  “First orgasm? How the hell has no one ever made you come before? Someone must’ve cared enough to be sure you finished. You’re too deserving not to have ever orgasmed before today,” I reason.

  “Well, I’ve never been fingered or eaten out by anyone until today. You’re my first,” explains Avery. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

  A beautiful, poised, well put together woman, escaping a fucking marriage at that, has never been fingered or eaten out. Whoa.

  “Oh, wow. How—I mean, have you enjoyed just having sex without any foreplay before?” I pry.

  “No, Jack. What I’m telling you is that I’ve never done anything with another person before today. I’ve been a virgin this whole time,” she reveals.

  Her trepidation with me, her slow hesitant movements, and her subtle signals all make so much sense now. I’m in such disbelief.

  “And as crazy as the entirety of our meeting has been, I wouldn’t change it. I’m really happy it was you. It felt right and natural,” she adds.

  She’s right. All of this has felt entirely fucking right.

  I haven’t slept with a virgin since I was a virgin myself.

  I have to admit to myself that I’m nervous to see anything continue. But with as much as she’s telling me she wants something between us, I can’t help but keep an open mind.

  Avery

  Jack wraps me in a fresh flannel and carries me off to bed. I’m almost asleep before he even lays me down. By the time my body sinks into the mattress and I’m snuggled in Jack’s arms, I’m out like a light.

  When I’m asleep, I dream.

  Unfortunately, it’s not of anything good.

  “It’s all for our own good.”

  That’s the way Adam speaks. Like he’s talking down to you, and he’s entitled to do so. He’s always so sure of himself, but he rarely makes any sense.

  I try to open my mouth. I want to say something to him like, “Explain your platitudes, buddy,” but I can’t find my words, an
d I can’t find my breath.

  And I can’t even get my mouth to open.

  Where am I, anyway?

  I’m no longer in Jack’s warm, cozy bed. This looks like a sort of narrow, snowy path, lined with…evergreens, maybe? Almost everything is covered in a thick fog.

  The only thing that’s clear is Adam. He’s stepping out of the fog slowly and getting closer.

  I feel like I’m supposed to be scared by Adam’s slow approach, and I am at first.

  What starts my heart racing, however, is not the sight of Adam dumbly lumbering towards me, but the blanks I draw when I try to remember what day it is, and how I got here, and where here even is.

  I don’t remember any of it, but I see the look in Adam’s eye as he emerges from the fog completely. I notice we’re both wearing heavy coats, but I don’t feel cold at all.

  In fact, I feel warm all over. Warmer than I should.

  That’s the last thing I remember: warm, gentle, masculine hands—not Adam’s hands, but kind, tender hands—wrapping me in cozy flannel and carefully carrying me to some snug, tranquil place of rest.

  Whatever’s happening now, it’s not the least bit restful or tranquil. I can almost feel the warmth of the flannel, the security of those loving arms wrapped around me.

  Witnessing the piercing steel of Adam’s eyes, those feelings evaporate like a distant memory. Like snowflakes melting on hot skin.

  “What’s all for our own good?” I finally manage to get out.

  Adam doesn’t answer.

  As the evergreens and all the other bits of scenery disappear beneath the growing fog, Adam’s leering, ominous face only grows clearer.

  I see that Adam’s wearing a plaid coat. How did I not notice that before?

  It’s an odd kind of plaid, an ugly brownish-purple. An otherworldly color and pattern like I’ve never seen. As he draws even closer, the color seems to be shifting to a pure, menacing red.

  “I paid for it all,” Adam lets out with a sneering voice, each word ringing out plainly, although he’s barely moving his lips. “As long as I pay, the world goes how I want.”