Brother's Best Friend for Christmas: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Amy Brent

  “The moonlight does you wonders,” I said.

  “Down boy,” she said. “I’m just looking at property.”

  “I see you’re no better with taking compliments in your older age.”

  “Some things simply don’t change,” she said. Olivia looked over at me, and I knew she was studying me. Trying to read me. Scanning her eyes over me. Peeling me back and picking me apart like I’d done for the past two hours in the cabana.

  Like I was doing now.

  “There are things about me that haven’t changed, you know,” I said.

  “Like what?” she asked.

  “Like my attitude,” I said as I walked toward her. “Or my drive to succeed.”

  “Didn’t realize you had a drive to succeed in high school,” she said.

  “I did when it came to you.”

  Olivia whipped her head in my direction just before I stopped in front of her. For a split second, I saw her falter. I saw the real Olivia bleed through, the vulnerable, isolated, quiet little girl I tried to coax out of her shell. I reached my finger up and slowly traced it down her arm, and I watched with delight as her skin puckered underneath my touch.

  “I see that hasn’t changed, either,” I whispered.

  “What are you doing, Wesley?” she asked. “How the hell could you have been successful with me in high school?”

  “I wanted to knock down your walls the way you knocked down mine. I never could get you to stop listening to all the incessant chatter those girls fed you when we dated. All the ‘Wesley’s cheating’ and ‘Wesley’s writing me notes.’ It was so childish. I never could capture your attention long enough to show you what you’d done to me.”

  I knew I had her attention. She was hanging on to every word. She was watching my lips, silently screaming for me to tell her what I was going to do. I imagined that I’d been on her mind for years. Wondering the same things I was. Wondering if things could’ve worked. Wondering if we could’ve run off together. Wondering if we could’ve conquered the world and left our bullshit lives behind and lived to see a better day.

  The thing was, I was thinking none of those things. But I could see in her eyes that she was.

  “What did I do to you?” she whispered.

  My lips approached hers, my hand slinking around her waist and pulling her curves close. Her tits pressed into my chest as she rose up on her tiptoes, and suddenly, the smell of her breath took me all the way back to high school. To the first time I’d pinned her to the stairwell and brought my lips down to hers. She’d blurted out that it was her first kiss, and it had been so endearing to me.

  I had wanted to be so many more firsts for her, had she just shut out all the chatter and stopped being so damn insecure about herself.

  “You brought down my walls,” I breathed.

  Suddenly, her lips rose to capture mine. I grinned slightly, feeling her body press into me while her arms grabbed the fabric of my shirt. She pulled me closer, bending her body backward in the middle of the dusty room, and suddenly, my hand was splaying out across her back while my dick grew thick against her leg.

  My hands rose to the straps of her dress, pushing them lightly off her shoulders. Her dress fell to the floor and exposed her, revealing to me the beautiful aquamarine bra and panties she had on. My hands ran down her side while my tongue probed her mouth, raking along the roof of her mouth while she shivered into me. Her hands ripped at my shirt, popping buttons before the tattered fabric fell to the floor.

  I loved this side of her. This domineering, take-no-prisoners, give-me-what-I-want side.

  It was a side I’d only ever found in older women, up until now.

  My hands rounded down to cup her ass while her hands dragged down the muscles of my chest. I knew our bodies would be new to one another. Nowhere near the bodies we remembered from high school. Her lips released mine and traveled down my neck, pulling groans from my throat while her nails raked down my back. Her tongue traced nameless designs on my skin before she bit deeply into my chest, and soon, I was sinking her onto one of the old chairs in the room as her legs spread for me.

  I pulled her breast from its cup before I sucked her pert nipple between my lips. I licked and kissed, feeling her beautiful breasts against my teeth while she writhed in the chair. My hands slid around her back, unhooking her bra before I peeled it from her body, and I moaned when her tits fell in front of my face. Holy hell, they were bigger than I’d even remembered, and I planted a long, wet kiss between her cleavage while my fingertips slid her panties off her legs.

  Her hands twisted in my hair, shoving my face down where she wanted it to be. Her scent had changed from the last time I smelled her, full of womanly musk and ocean water. I looked up at her and saw Olivia’s head lobbed back in pleasure. Her jaw was slightly unhinged, and her body was shaking with anticipation, and in that very moment, I found myself in a completely new situation.

  Then, my tongue slowly ran up the inside of her leg before I planted a kiss on her glistening pussy lips.

  Chapter 6

  Olivia

  I knew it was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. He was good, and I had to give him that. He’d dived back into our past and armed himself with the one thing he knew would make me pay attention. He’d dived into my insecurities that took me years of isolation and practice to eliminate, and in an instant, he preyed on the one thing I’d wanted from him in high school. I knew he had a shit relationship with his mother, and many times, I’d tried to get him to talk. I tried to get him to stop flirting with all the other girls and supposedly cheating long enough to get him to open up. To be truthful. To be vulnerable, just for once.

  I wanted to show him I was better for him than any of those other girls. That they couldn’t care about him like I did. Like I could if he had just let me.

  He used what he’d remembered against me, and now, his tongue was diving into my pussy. In a way, I felt like I was betraying a friend. This man, or the man Wesley had pretended to be, had swept Destiny off her feet. I was supposed to be helping her, investigating him so Destiny could get her money back and have closure. I wasn’t supposed to be reliving some childish high school fantasy in the middle of a dingy building by the ocean.

  But his eyes. They were the shimmering blue pools I thought of every time I looked out at the water. Maybe that was why I had been so drawn to it all my life. Pools. Baths. Hot tubs. Water parks. If it had water, I was there. Maybe I was that mesmerized by him. Maybe I hadn’t let go the way I thought I had.

  However, the moment his tongue grazed my swollen clit, I jumped with pleasure, and my mind was ripped back to the present. I curled my hands into his dark locks, pulling him closer while my legs snaked over his shoulders. I rolled into his mouth before I opened my eyes and looked down at the sight of him.

  Wesley was a beautiful man in between my legs, and all rational thought fled from my mind in that very moment.

  “Fuck, Wesley. Yes. Lick that pussy.”

  He flattened his tongue out across my clit, and I fell over the edge. It had been years since I’d been with a man, and the way I trembled around his head made him grin into my body. I trembled while my legs contracted. I felt his hands slowly slide up my body, his palms cupping my tits while he massaged them gently.

  Then, when I was panting from the exertion of my high, he grabbed my hands and slowly lifted me before he sat down in my place.

  Wesley worked his pants off his legs, stepping out of them while his cock sprang free. I stood there with the light of the moon splattering along my body, and I caught Wesley’s eye. Something inside me burned with delight while my juices dripped down the inside of my leg, and he reached out for my hands to pull me close. I straddled his hips, hovering my wet pussy over his cock.

  And still, neither of us had disconnected our gaze.

  “Condom?” Wesley asked.

  “Pill,” I whispered.

  Slowly, I sunk myself down. His dick peeled back my pussy lips, filling
me in ways I’d never been filled before. His cock twitched with delight while Wesley’s head lobbed back, and the moment my hips bottomed out into his, I leaned forward and licked my tongue along his pulse point.

  Then, I began to roll my hips. My pussy was stretched to its breaking point, my throbbing walls screaming for mercy. I could feel my clit bursting with electricity that soared throughout my body, and the moment Wesley’s hands gripped my hips, I began to bounce. I coated his dick with my juices, sighing as it slid down his balls. My fingernails dug into the meat of his chest while his muscles twitched, and I watched while the beads of sweat trickled down the ripples of his abs.

  “Holy fuck, Olive,” Wesley groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  Hearing my nickname threw me back into the past, and suddenly, I ripped myself off his lap. I grabbed his wrists and yanked him from the chair while we stumbled across the room, and his lips crashed into mine just after my back hit the wall. I scrambled up his body, clinging to him while he pinned me to the wall. I could feel his dick sliding between my pussy lips while he fucked my clit, and it caused me to pant into the crook of his neck.

  “Wes. Yes. Please don’t stop.”

  Wesley crooked his hips and slid into my welcoming warmth, and it caused me to bite down into his shoulder. He growled in response, snapping his hips against mine and jolting my body up the murky wall. My tits flailed in lust while my neck flushed with pleasure, and the moment I lobbed my head back onto the wall, I could feel myself losing control.

  Losing myself in him just like I had in high school.

  Wesley placed sloppy kisses all along my neck and breasts while his balls smacked my ass. My juices dripped so far down my body that my ass was shining in the moonlit evening. His dick sloshed in and out of me while my pussy walls clamped him in a vice grip, and the moment his hips began to stutter, he saw me slowly raise my head.

  My forehead connected with his while the two of us breathed each other’s air. My body began to tremble against his while my jaw unhinged in pleasure. I could feel my pussy walls milking him for everything he could give me, and in that moment, I wanted him to. I felt the passion burning inside me every time our eyes found one another’s, and soon, that slow burn quickly turned into a raging fire.

  Wesley’s hips were stuttering as he fucked me deeper into the wall. Sounds of skin slapping skin ricocheted off the corners of the old house while my pussy gobbled down his cock. My pants turned into moans that pulled groans of pleasure from Wesley’s throat, and just before he dove himself as far as he could get inside of me, he grabbed my wrists from around his neck and pinned me to the wall.

  He crashed his lips onto mine once more while my entire body quaked. I could feel his dick pumping deep within me, spurting thick streams of come all over my pussy walls before it began dripping from between my legs. I could smell our scents intermingling in the air around our heads, but all I could do was moan into Wesley’s lips.

  My head was spinning, and my legs were shaking. My nipples were pulling tighter and tighter, and my hips ached. My hands were pinned over my head, exposing the whole of my body to him as my weakened legs dropped to the floor in their state of shock.

  Never had I experienced the sheer force of an orgasm like that, and the room was still spinning when Wesley finally released me.

  “Whoa, there,” he said. “Easy does it.”

  I caught myself against Wesley’s strong arms while my nipples raked along his body. His cock still stood proud and tall as he helped me over to a seat. I heaved for air while I hung my head, but the fire within my gut was still burning. The embers of the past half hour were still glowing in the darkness of the night, and the moment I raised my eyes to see Wesley, our eyes connected again.

  Then, without another word, I slid from the chair and dropped to my knees.

  Chapter 7

  Wesley

  I watched her trembling, sweat-covered body slide from the chair and onto the floor. My cock stood proud and tall, white with her fluids while she planted kisses on my legs. I wrapped my hands in her vibrant black hair, awaiting the pleasure I knew she was about to deliver to my system. I remembered what her mouth felt like around my cock when we were in high school. How delicate her gag reflex had been. I had wanted to feel all of her, to know what it felt like to slide down that throat of hers.

  Her kisses slowly trailed up my thigh before she took one of my balls between her lips.

  “Fuck, Olive. Holy hell.”

  She rolled it around in her mouth, coating it with her spit before she moved to the other one. My legs contracted with pleasure, flexing my rippling muscles as Olivia was digging her fingertips into them. Her arms had wrapped around to my ass, her fingertips massaging my cheeks as my head lobbed back. I closed my eyes and awaited the warmth that was about to encompass me.

  Precome dripped from the tip of my cock while Olivia’s tongue ran up the pulsing vein of my thick dick. The clear liquid dripped down my skin, falling upon Olivia’s tongue before she lapped me up. She moaned at my taste, fluttering her beautiful gray eyes open to look at her masterpiece. My eyes looked down at her, and my cock twitched against her lips. She was poised to take me all in, her lips slightly parted. I wanted to thrust deep down her throat, to test that gag reflex that had held me back all those years ago.

  But she answered my question for me when she slid her mouth around my cock and took me all the way back.

  My eyes widened, and a groan peeled from between my lips. My hips began to thrust while I curled my fingers into her hair. Olivia’s fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper and deeper as she closed her throat around me. She smiled against my pelvis as my legs trembled, working to try and keep myself upright just so I could enjoy more of her warmth.

  “Let me fuck that throat of yours,” I whispered.

  Slowly, Olivia pulled her head back before she slammed it back down. She nuzzled her nose against the curls of my pelvis, seeming to revel in their softness before I yanked her head back. I slid back down her throat, allowing her to pull streams of precome from the depth of my balls, and the moment Olivia swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, I lost all self-control.

  “Holy fuck, you feel so good,” I said. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

  I couldn’t get enough of her. My balls were aching with the desire for another release as I felt them fill up again. Never in my life had I come more than once with a woman, yet my body only seemed to rev harder and harder for her. My cock pulsed against the walls of Olivia’s throat, causing her to moan before she hollowed out her cheeks. I visibly shook against her body, probing her mouth with my fat cock before I made a steady rhythm of my thrusts.

  Each time Olivia’s lips touched my skin, my cock grew in size. I looked down at her wanton face, flushed with lust and desire, and I felt my dick twitch at the sight. No matter how far I shoved back down her throat, it seemed I couldn’t get close enough. No matter how much she sucked, it didn’t seem to be enough. No matter how much I wanted to slide my streams of come right down her throat, I simply didn’t want it to end.

  I wanted all of her, and I was taking all of her tonight.

  I pulled her head back as her lips released me with a pop. My hand ran down the back of her neck before I slowly guided her to her hands and knees, then I dipped behind her with my saliva-covered cock. I could see her glistening juices dripping down her thighs. I drove her crazy. I knew that just by the sight of her wiggling her glowing ass in the moonlight.

  “Fuck me, Wesley,” she moaned. “Fuck me like you wanted to in high school.”

  I slid my cock up and down her ass crack before I thrust myself inside. Olivia threw her head back in ecstasy before her head fell to the floor, and that was when I grabbed onto her hips. I held her so tightly, I knew she would have bruises in the morning, but I didn’t fucking care. I slammed into her, watching her ass jump with my every move as her body began to tremble.

  “Holy fuck, Wes. That’s
amazing.”

  The words hit my head like a drug waiting for my approval to be injected. Her words penetrated my skin, causing a raging bull to unleash from within me. The part of me I kept back from the women I gave myself to for fear of scaring them was slowly beginning to trickle through, and I raised my hand back to crack across her ass. Olivia cried out into the room, her hips bucking back into me while her pussy swallowed me down. My hand cracked across her other ass cheek, causing her skin to change colors right before my very eyes.

  I planted my hands onto her lower back and steadied myself while I pounded into her. I could feel her body jolt every time my hanging balls slapped against her clit. Her moans filled the room, timed perfectly with my thrusts while her juices sprayed over the floor.

  Then, I felt it.

  That telltale massaging of my dick.

  “Don’t stop, Wes. Please. You’re hitting it. You’re hitting it. Yes. Yes. Deeper. Harder. Faster, please!”

  I bent down and dropped my chest to her back. Our sweat covered each other as I fucked her like a ragdoll. Her legs were giving way, and we both collapsed to the floor, but I continued to slide my cock in and out of her as she tried to keep her hips off the floor.

  The vice grip her pussy had coaxed me through moments ago clamped down onto my raging cock. My balls continued to fill instead of allowing me the release I so desperately wanted, but I fucked Olivia through her orgasm while she twitched on the floor. I bit into her shoulder, my teeth marks pooling with my spit before my tongue licked her clean. My hands roamed down her arms, finding her fingers just as her pussy pushed me out from her body completely.