“Are you going to hurt me?” She asked through gritted teeth.
“No, I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to make you cum” His eyes were intense and dark, his breath mingled with a hint of mint. His words caused the most unexpected reaction to draw from her body and the heat between her legs was a sheer indication that she was not scared but turned on as hell.
“Make me cum?” She asked mockingly. “I doubt that would be possible.”
“Yes” he simply said, and then he continued the downward descend of his hand. He roughly tugged at the coat, which exposed a thin viscose baby doll dress, she once again whore no bra, which betrayed her desires as the pointy tips poked against the flimsy fabric of her dress.
“I see your body is responding positively to the thought of being fucked. This pleases me,” he said smiling mischievously at her.
Oh dear god, how does she end up in these situations? She thought as she attempted to free her hands from his grip.
“Nun uh…if you struggle you could get hurt, sweetheart. And I would hate to hurt you.” he said mockingly, then lowered his head and ran his nose up against the side of her neck to her ear, while he slid his free hand down over her hip. His fingers clawed at the dress and bunched it up in his fist, exposing the flimsy lace panties she had on. He smiled that death defying smile that attracted her that fateful day they first met, and then reached up again to remove his tie. He moved so quickly and before she knew it he had spun her around and tied her wrists to the hand rail in the elevator.
This was all wrong, but it felt so damn right, she thought to herself as she looked at him over her shoulder. His crooked smile spoke chapters of sensuality. He slowly ran his hands down her back and over her ass pushing the dress up around her waist.
“I’ve fantasized about this so many times.” he spoke as he leaned over her. His breath scorched her sensitive skin and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Bound to the elevator, she had no way to escape his roaming hands as he slid them down over her ass only to drag his fingers back up along the back of her thighs, causing her to squirm. This was all too much, and she was soaking wet. Her pussy was throbbing as if it has never been touched. His hand ventured up between her thighs and he nudged her legs apart with his knuckles and all she could do was obey. He moved with slow deliberation as he ran the tip of his finger over the very damp lace that covered her, teasing her lips, without touching her clit.
“Oh fuck” she gasped as her knees threatened to give in.
“You like that, don’t you.” he stated, and simply wound one arm around her waist, and pulled her ass back up against him then tugged her panties to the side exposing her wetness to him.
“You’re so warm and wet Riley,” he whispered as he slowly slid a long rough finger along her slit, parting her folds; “How does this feel?” he asked in a low raspy voice.
“More,” she whispered with her cheek pressed against the cold surface of the elevator wall. The tie was grazing her wrists almost achingly making it difficult for her to move.
Chad groaned at her response, and with one unexpected thrust he slipped two fingers deep into her wet pussy, and Riley almost cried out with pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, are you ready?” he asked as he leaned over her with his full weight bearing down on her.
She knew that it was a rhetorical question, his actions told her that he would take her even if she objected, so she simply nodded, biting down on her bottom lip, she wanted this as much as he did.
He moved behind her and she glanced over her shoulder watching him as he undid his pants and as freed his cock, then he gave it two strokes. Holy fuck, she cursed inwardly, her eyes wide, and as he looked into hers, she closed them tightly and braced herself.
And the next moment, she felt the blunt tip of his cock slowly rub against her inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of precum on her skin. Her mouth went dry as he teased her and her heart thudded loudly in her ears, all in anticipation of what is to come.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked huskily, but instead of waiting for her response, he slowly and languidly pushed his cock into her.
He gradually started to move back and forth, back and forth. The push-pull motion making Riley’s head spin each time his cock hit the bundle of nerves buried deep inside her. And as his pace became more frantic, he gripped her hips more firmly.
She was beyond coherency, and as he slipped one hand around her front and under her dress, he cupped her left breast, rolling the taut nipple between his forefinger and his thumb, tugging and pulling as his pace increased.
Riley’s moans were accompanied by his own grunts and groans. Each deep thrust sending her closer to her climax. Face shoved up against the elevator wall, she forced her hips back meeting each thrust.
“So perfect, so fucking hot,” he uttered between bated breaths.
Riley could feel the way his cock pulsed with each stroke and each time his cock slammed into her, her walls involuntarily responded, clenching around his rigid length. She was about to cum and the best part of all was that she’d never ever felt an impending orgasm with such ferocity. But suddenly, the pressure was gone, and she was left unsated.
Gasping for a breath she moaned in desperation, only to feel him nudge the tip of his cock against her ass with both his hands planted on her ass cheeks.
Her mind went into overdrive and before she could protest, he kicked his hips forward driving his entire thick length in and past the tight ring of her ass.
A loud moan escaped her but she was instantly silenced as he clasped one hand over her mouth. In desperation to keep her cries muted, she bit into the side of his palm.
“Shhhhh easy baby,” whispered into her hair, as he slowly started to thrust.
She took a shaky breath and tried to relax and then his hips slowly started to move again, nudging and pushing. The slight sting was soon replaced by a different kind of pleasure, something she only experienced once before. It didn’t take him long to start picking up the pace fucking her relentlessly. She was beyond any help now, and as he drove his cock deep into her, her body started to convulse uncontrollably as the long awaited orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave.
His hands came down hard on her bare ass cheeks, palming and gripping her flesh, until he stiffened and held himself still, grounding out her name between gritted teeth.
“Aaah fuck Riley!” He groaned as he slumped forward pushing her upright against the elevator door. For a moment they both stilled, breathing heavily with their bodies flush against each other’s, and Riley sandwiched between Chad and the cold elevator wall.
A wicked smile played on her lips as she started to wiggle her ass against him, and just then Chad lowered his hand and slapped her gently this time before he reached around to untie her hands.
He flung his tie loosely over his shoulder and then stepped forward, pushing the green button, a coy smile playing on his lips, Riley casually bent down to pick up her bag and draped it over her shoulder.
They both smiled as the Elevator doors opened into the lobby, and as they exited Chad draped an arm over her shoulders, planting a tender kiss on the top of her head.
“We must definitely do this more often Mrs. Harris,” he whispered sexily into her ear.
“Well your wife certainly does like this occasional game you like to play Mr. Harris. We must certainly do it again.”
THE END
In Love With My Brother’s Best Friend
Chapter 1
I needed, so desperately, to get some sleep. Yet the more and more I thought about how imperative it was, the more and more difficult it became for me to actually close my eyes and rest. My mind kept flitting to all the things that I actually needed sleep in order to accomplish- for instance, I had a huge test this upcoming week that I needed to really cram for. And of course, that kept my anxiety going, that and about a hundred thousand other things keeping me stirring.
Such as, for instance, the mo
ment when I started hearing the headboard of my brother and sister-in-laws bed start slamming up against the wall. That was exactly what I needed at this time of night, like I needed a hole in my damn head...
It started out light at first, just a light creaking. It was so insubstantial that, possibly, it could have gone unnoticed, and maybe I could have mistaken it for something else. I tried not to think about it, even though I had a pretty good idea of what was happening to cause it. But then, of course, as things usually progress with regard to these sorts of things, the light squeaking began to grow harder and harder, the wood of the bed posts smashing loudly, violently up against the wall.
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, against my skull, like some giant was slamming his fist harder and harder up against the house. And then, muffled at first, but with greater and greater clarity, “Ohhh... Ohhhhhh... Yes... Yes... Yes... Oh...”
Great, yes... The sound of my sister-in-law being fucked hard in the middle of the night was the precise thing I wanted to hear right now in order to lull me to sleep, it was all just so perfect...
God, I could feel my head starting to ache. It was so cringeworthy to think about- the fact of my brother being sexually active at all, for one thing, regardless of the fact that he was in his twenties by now and married. I knew there was nothing unusual about that, and that I shouldn't begrudge him such passion and pleasure while he was on leave... And particularly not given all that he and Ashley had done for me. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have a roof over my head and four walls around me to be slammed against, and I should have been more grateful, I supposed.
Plus, I had it on good authority from Ashley that the two of them were trying for a baby, and naturally this was how such a conception should come about. They had limited time, and needed to make the most of it, after not having seen one another in person for months now, or touched one another.
Still, though, God help me if it didn't make my skin crawl, and my body burn in a number of ways...
They might have gone months without touching one another, but I was going on, like, years now without having been touched by anyone. And if the thought of my brother and her entwined wasn't bad enough on its own, the fact of hearing anyone screw right now served as a painful reminder of just how alone I was, and how unlikely it was that that was about to change anytime soon.
But, then again, I'd known that the path I'd taken was going to be a long and difficult one, and now I had to live up to my choices in the hope of a better tomorrow. I'd made my bed, so to speak, and now I needed to lie in it- lie in it, and not get a damn wink of sleep.
After a while, when it appeared that the two lovebirds weren't about to slow down or pull out- Ashley kept making noises like she'd just hit climax, and I thought maybe it would be over each time, but then it just kept on going (lucky girl)- I reached into my bedside stand and slipped a pair of headphones into my ears, trying to drown out the sound with music.
If I turned the volume nearly all the way up, Alicia Keys made a decent show of drowning out the more cringeworthy noises. It didn't do much for the fact that the wall was still being banged against my head, though, and accordingly I decided to try switching around on the bed, lying with my head where my feet might normally go. It felt strange, somehow, and it took me some considerable effort to get the covers back in place properly from where I'd messed them up before, but by and large, it was, at the very least, a considerable improvement from before.
I could still feel the rumbling against my feet, and a slight echo from their thrusts pushed through my nerves, but had my mind been in a better place just then, I might have been able to make an honest go at sleeping.
Now, though, with my eyes closed, and the distraction of the lovebirds mostly at bay, I stayed confined to my own thoughts once more. And I thought about all the choices that had led me to where I was right now, and to my loneliness...
I had had the balls, the stupid, ridiculous bravado to think that I, of all people, could earn a damn law degree. And every day, it was becoming rapidly more and more apparent that I was in over my head, that it took individuals far smarter and more passionate than myself to wade into such depths and to make it across intact.
Honestly, everyone had tried to warn me that it would be difficult, despite trying to be as supportive as they could all the while. But I'd always had an intense dislike for injustice, and with so much of it in the world, and so few people doing a damn thing to fix it, I saw earning my degree in the field to be the best path to helping people that I could find. With a cavalier attitude, I'd defied everyone's wishes for me to shoot for something a tad more manageable, such as a career as a nurse or an accountant, or hell, even joining the military like my brother had done and finding some sort of viable career path through that.
But nope, nope I insisted, I was doing this my way, stubbornly and a bit foolishly, and I wasn't going to rest until I got to where I needed to be.
And you can bet your ass that, literally, I didn't rest, as the scene I've just described can attest. The path toward my goal had been an arduous one up to this point, to say the least, and initially I'd had the fumes of rebellion, and of taking the moral high ground to keep me going even when exhaustion plagued me from all sides.
Of course, though, that had begun to dwindle with time, and even that made me question whether I had the mettle to even handle the tough and relentless career that I was already struggling so damn hard to attain for myself. Obviously, I'd gone entirely too far to quit at this point, and that was practically the only thing that kept me on track, even as it got to the point that I was getting five hours of sleep or less a night. I was working nonstop, forgetting to eat some days, and I couldn't manage my time well enough to be able to work a part-time job on top of cramming as much information about the law into my head as I could manage.
Six years in and my bank account drained, it was my brother Tyrone who stepped in and offered me a safety net, he and his beautiful wife Ashley. He was in the army, about to be shipped out, and to leave Ashley all by herself here in the military housing unit they shared. Knowing the rather sad state of affairs I was in at the time, the two of them graciously offered to let me live there, to stay in one of their extra rooms so that I could have one less bill to worry about when it came to paying rent.
Of course, I accepted quite thankfully, and I was even more thankful that there was no I-told-you-soing or jeering on my brother's part over the sad state I was in. He'd still been in high school, getting ready to graduate when I started out in college, and he'd mocked me a bit relentlessly at the time, and really for no good reason. He said things like how naïve I was thinking that a lawyer could change the world, or that lawyers were out for anything other than their own best interests.
In hindsight, of course, I can see now what his motives for such barbs really might have been, as much as they may have stung at the time. Back then, he'd been a really stupid young kid, not knowing what he wanted to do at all, not having any ambitions, always looking for the easy way in life and expecting to find fortune without scarcely lifting a finger.
But, by now, he'd changed so much that he was nearly a completely different person, and in the best of ways. When he was getting ready to graduate, my father had sat him down and gave him a good talking to, telling him how it was and that he couldn't expect the world to just fall into place and make a path for him because he wanted it to. Surprisingly, the message seemed to have actually made an impression on my generally rebellious bro, and a few months later, to everyone's surprise, he'd up and joined the army with his best friend from high school, a white kid named Daniel.
My mother hadn't been too crazy about him enlisting, of course, and I knew how anxious I would probably feel in her position. But still, though, the years had passed by now and Ty seemed to be doing better in life than ever, taking on greater responsibilities, maturing leaps and bounds beyond what we might have thought possible. And now, of course, getting ready to start a family...
Speaking of which, I happened to lift one of my earbuds out of my ear at this point, and I noticed to great relief that the humping on the other side of the wall had subsided. I sighed deeply, and twisted my body back around, positioning my body in the proper way, and closing my eyes. I was certain that sleep would come to me now...
Anyway, as I was saying, he became far more supportive of me, and wanted to help me out now that he saw the value of what I was doing. That was sweet of him, and encouraging to me, for sure. But I just wish that the passion he felt for what I did, and that I once felt, still burned quite as brightly inside me.
As I lay there in the darkness, with thoughts of sex and having a family still ringing in my head, I couldn't help myself but to reflect on all that I'd given up, all that I would still be giving up in pursuit of this damn law degree.
I'd more or less given up dating some time ago, during, I think, my junior year of college, trying to put all of my focus on my goals, and what I needed to do. And God, it was becoming too much for me... I was starting to feel far too lonely, too isolated in myself, and I felt like I needed someone, somewhere, who could help me get through all of it.
I knew that a “modern woman” should aspire to being more than just a lover, a mom, a housewife, or at least according to what everyone said. And truth be told, I don't know if I wanted that full time or anything like that.
But it felt like something was missing from my life in a huge way, something that I could never hope to accomplish on my own, and that would only grow further and further away as I fell deeper and deeper into the hole of my career.
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