Wanted_Big Bad Brother

by Natalie Knight

  “I know your body so well, Katherine; I don’t need you to pose. I can finish the painting from the memory. Each and every part of your body is etched into my mind forever.”

  He kisses me again and his hands resume their wandering.

  Before I give in I try one last time to be the sensible one.

  “So you’re not going to paint me today?”

  His lips are near my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe.

  “Right now I’ve got more important things to do. Right now, I just want to be inside you.”

  Katherine

  My lips become his, and his lips become mine. Our mouth and tongues become one, and I close my eyes and surrender to desire.

  He grabs harshly on my skirt, tugs on the fabric and pushes it down. I sway my hips from side to side, just enough for the skirt to slide down my legs. The skirt taken care off, his hands dart straight to my blouse and he pulls it over my head, forcing me to raise my arms up in the air.

  “You look perfect,” he tells me, his eyes roaming all over my naked skin, and I can almost feel him peeling off my bra and thong with his eyes.

  He then lets his mouth roam to the valley between my breasts, my skin tracing the rising curve of both my breasts. As he does it, he takes his hands to my shoulder blades; the moment he finds the clasp of my bra, he undoes it.

  The cups of the bra droop over my breasts, revealing both nipples, and he holds his breath as he watches them fall down. Then, impatience suddenly taking over him, he reaches for one cup with his hand and simply yanks the whole thing off my body. I yelp as he does it, my nipples becoming even harder than before.

  He leans into me and with his mouth pressed against mine, our tongues dance around one another in a frenzy, and my anxious hands go down from his chest to his belt. I curl my fingers around it, eager to unbuckle it, but he stops me, yanking on my hair.

  “On your knees,” he tells me, his voice more commanding than ever…yet there’s a grin on his face. His words make my insides clench making me a complete wet mess. I don’t think I have ever wanted a man this much.

  “Oh, is that an order?” I ask him, a teasing smile on my lips. He yanks harder on my hair, forcing me to throw my head back and look him straight in the eye.

  “What do you think?” Just like that, I find myself obeying and going down to my knees, my hands running from his waist to his knees.

  I position myself between his legs, moving my hands up and down but never really going for his crotch. There’s already a hard shape there, straining against his pants, and even though I’m dying to set it free, I take my time.

  First, I want to tease him as much as I possibly can.

  “What shall I do first…?” I whisper, biting on my bottom lip and taking both my hands dangerously close to his crotch. The fabric under my fingers is already tented up, and I have to fight back the urge to simply grab his cock and stroke him over his pants.

  “I want you to use your mouth…,” he tells me with a grin, easing the pressure of his fingers on my head.

  Never taking my eyes out from his, I grab his belt buckle and, moving slowly, start to unbuckle it. It comes undone and I pull the belt out from its loops, letting it fall right on the floor.

  Using only my index finger, I let it go down to his crotch, tracing the contour of his thickness with my fingertip. I feel it pulse and throb, and my heart tightens inside my chest as I realize that Blake is at my mercy…Or, maybe, the other way around.

  Slowly, I start to unbuckle his jeans, popping out the top button, as I feel his hardness pressing against the rough fabric. Without bothering to undo the rest of the buttons, I simply press the palm of my hand against his belly and let it slide down under the hem of his jeans, cupping his bulging shape over his boxers.

  Right after feeling the warmth coming from his crotch, I take my hand off it and start unbuttoning the remaining buttons on his pants, my fingers moving softly.

  Then, hooking my fingers on his boxers, I pull them down and his cock springs free almost too violently. As it jumps into sight, I feel the flames of lust dancing behind my eyes and I can no longer resist it – reaching for it, I curl my fingers around his thickness.

  He exhales sharply as he feels the touch of my fingers, and I hear his breathing grow heavier and heavier with each passing second. Using both my hands, I start massaging the bulging shape between his thighs, using my palms to press down on it.

  Bending over, I take my breasts to his crotch. Taking my hands out of his cock, I then lower my breasts over it. Squeezing them against one another, I trap his cock between them and start rocking my body back and forth, stroking him with my breasts.

  “Fuck, that feels so good…” He groans, bucking his hips against me. I grin as I do it, jerking him off with my bare breasts.

  Then, stopping for a moment, I take off his shoes one by one, and I pull off his pants and boxers both still wrapped around his knees.

  I slide my hands from his knees to his thighs, leaning in at the same time. I take my mouth dangerously close to his cock and, parting my lips, I reach for it with the tip of my tongue once again.

  Gently laying it over the tip, right where beads of pre-cum glisten, I then start running it around the head of his cock in slow circles. He throws his head back as I do it, closing his eyes and sighing heavily. I have to make a conscious effort to stop myself from swallowing his whole cock right away.

  “Fuck, just do it,” he groans, and his words assure me that I’m doing the right thing by torturing him like this. So, instead of opening my mouth wide and rolling my lips down his shaft, I just continue using the tip of my tongue to tease him.

  Tilting my head slightly, I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft, bringing it down to his balls. Only there do I open my mouth, pressing my lips against one of his balls and sucking it into my mouth. It’s big and, it feels heavy and warm to the touch – I can’t help but imagine the amount of cum his balls are busy producing right now.

  Bringing my tongue back up to the tip of his cock, I then pull back from him and look him straight in the eye. Moving my hands toward his inner thighs, I then wrap my fingers around the root of his cock, gripping it tightly.

  Without breaking eye contact, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, doing it as slow as humanly possible.

  I watch as his chest rises and falls almost erratically, his breathing growing ragged with each stroke of my hand. The muscles on his chest seem to be bulging, straining against his skin and stretching it thin.

  I stop stroking him all of a sudden and, holding his cock in place, I lean into it once more. This time, I open my mouth and don’t hesitate – I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, suck on it for a few seconds, and then roll my lips down his shaft so fast that it feels his cock is going to pop out on the other side of my skull.

  The pressure of his fingers on my head intensifies and I close my eyes, surrendering to the wild desire fluttering inside of me. I open my mouth as wide as I can and gobble up his shaft once more, bobbing my head up and down over his cock until the wet sound of my lips on his flesh fills the whole apartment.

  I grab his cock with both my hands and start to suck and stroke at a matching pace, the pendulum motion of mouth and hands an entrancing one. Oh, I never thought that going down on a man could be this fun.

  My head goes up and down and, then, further down his shaft. I can almost feel myself gagging but, damn, I am enjoying it!

  His hands are still on my head, feeling and guiding my movements. He grits his teeth, pleasure making his muscles tense up. With my lips tightly wrapped around his cock, I can almost feel his thoughts fading away as lust takes over.

  He groans, as guides my head deeper down, my mouth sliding down his length slowly until all of him is inside again, my tongue lapping at his cock fiercely. I go back out slowly, my fingers never leaving his shaft.

  I feel his whole body tensing up but, the moment his cock threatens to start spasming ag
ainst my tongue, I take it out of my mouth and grip it tight. I don’t want him to come. Not yet. My pussy clenches as I start to imagine his length all inside me and completely ravaging me, and I know I have to make him last.

  Pulling up to my feet, Blake yanks on my hair; keeping my head thrown back, he dives head first into my neck. Kissing my naked skin, he then starts biting softly, pulling it with his teeth as I allow short but clear moans to echo throughout the room.

  As he kiss me, he lets his hands wander down to my waist and he hooks his fingers on my thong, pulling it against my thigh until I hear the sound of the fabric ripping apart.

  “Much better now,” he grins.

  Pushing me back until my knees meet the couch, Blake yanks down on my hair again, pinning me down to the mattress with one hand.

  He swallows in his desire and takes both his free hand to my breasts, feeling the soft tan mounds there straining against his hungry fingers. He lets his hands take a life of their own, their downward movement guiding him over my firm belly and down to the untanned line right where my thong used to be.

  He makes a claw out of his fingers and pushes it down as I raise my hips. Not wasting time with any teasing, he takes his hand and places it on top of my pussy, the shape of its inner lips making his heart and cock pulse in unison.

  He cups it, my fluids wettening his hand; he lets his fingers wander up and down and, finding my clit, he gently presses his thumb against it, tracing its outline very slowly with care.

  With my whole body pulsing with desire, my hips immediately start swaying, pushing my body upwards and into his hand, my pussy tightly pressed against his long fingers.

  Feeling my eagerness, he places the open palm of his hand over my stomach and, gently pressing down, pins me once more against the couch as, with his other hand, he parts my pussy lips wide and allows one inch of his finger to wander inside me. A moan tumbles out of my lips as he does it.

  As his finger leave my pussy and go back up my torso, a shiver runs up my spine and makes my skin prickle. Curling his finger upward like a hook, he runs it all the way in, only stopping when his fingertip is tightly pressed against that inner spot inside of me, the one that has me moaning right now.

  I throw my head back and I let the moan that’s climbing up my throat explode in the air. He takes that as a good omen and slides his finger out and then in again, fingering me until insanity takes over.

  He runs his thumb in slow circles around my clit as he moves one more finger inside of my pussy. I throw my head back and start to sway my hips, moving them at a matching pace, and it doesn’t take long for him to drive me to the edge of pleasure. He doesn’t stop and drives two fingers as deep as possible inside of me, pressing hard, rubbing my clit with quick vicious movements.

  Just like that, I come into pure ecstasy.

  Looking straight into his eyes, I take both my hands to his chest. Instead of unbuttoning it, I just grab at the fabric hard and pull it from opposite sides; the buttons pop out in a fraction of a second, scattering around the floor. I just keep on yanking, untucking his shirt.

  I trace the contour of his pectorals and abs with my eyes, as my brain overheats. Leaning into him, I start kissing his neck, laying my lips softly against his skin and then pulling it with my teeth. He groans as I do it, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks, and then he starts to thrust.

  As I feel his shaft pressing hard against my pussy, I resume my coming-and-going motion from before, swaying my hips lewdly and grinding against his huge member.

  He then grabs me by the hips and pushes me down, forcing me to stop moving. He’s taking control, and there’s nothing I can do about that. Not that I want to… Now I just want to submit to him – nothing more, nothing less.

  As he pushes me down, he thrusts with his hips, forcing his cock to go so deep inside of me that I can’t help but scream. I grin as he runs his hands to my ass and squeezes my cheeks, thrusting me even harder than before.

  He continues demolishing my insides, letting go of my ass and taking both his hands to my breasts, squeezing them eagerly.

  With his hands no longer on my hips, I resume the sway of my hips, riding him as hard as I can. Beads of sweat are already pooling on my forehead, but that only makes me go even harder.

  “Harder…” I command him as he keeps on thrusting, while slapping my ass hard, his thickness completely demolishing my insides. I grin, rocking my hips so hard that the sweat have already started to trickle down my back. He matches the sway of my hips with a fast sequence of hard thrusts.

  I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as my whole body starts to tense up, Blake’s violent thrusts numbing my mind and delivering me into the hands of ecstasy.

  “OH MY GOD!” I scream out, my mind burning as the violent flames of an orgasm take over me.

  I’m still coming, all of my muscles twitching, when he places one arm around my waist and pushes me to the side. I roll to the side, his cock popping out of me, but he doesn’t allow me a moment’s rest; pulling on my waist, he forces me to go on all fours and then kneels himself behind me.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard…” he starts, slapping me so hard across my ass cheeks I can’t control myself and let out another high pitched scream. The sound of the palm of his hand hitting me square in the ass caresses my eardrums and, instinct taking the steering wheel, I thrust back at him, eager to feel his cock inside of me once more.

  He presses against my drenched folds and, with one quick thrust, he slides his thickness all the way inside my pussy. I moan as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive shaft, but that doesn’t stop me from swaying my body, rocking it back and forth and thrusting against Blake’s cock.

  “Harder…Harder! HARDER!” I pant, rocking my body against his.

  He keeps going and going until my pussy tightens so hard around his cock it’s almost a miracle he still manages to keep on thrusting.

  He savors my tightness with each stroke, burying himself deep inside me and then retreating until only his tip remains in me. One final and deep stroke and a wild scream scratches the back of my throat, rising up to my lips as a desperate cry of pleasure.

  Blake tightens his grip in my hips, keeping me in place as he fucks me into obliviousness with a savage fury, my whole body spasming in a seizure of ecstasy. I twitch and spasm until all strength leaves my limbs, my body collapsing onto the bed completely spent.

  Following after me, he rests his body on top of mine, his cock still firmly planted inside my pussy, his chest and stomach laying against my back. He rocks his body against mine like that, his cock moving back and forth inside me.

  I can almost feel the adrenaline raging through his veins, crawling under his skin and making him feel as if he’s about to burst. His muscles tense hard and, for a moment, he even stops breathing, his mind directing all vital functions to the only thing that matters right now – pleasure.

  He chokes a groan on his throat, and I feel a current going from deep inside of him to his cock. He exhales between gritted teeth as his cock spasms violently inside me, his cum darting out and filling me up.

  He buries himself as deep as he can go, and he holds there, feeling the spasms of his cock spread through his whole body. Propping himself up, he summons all his strengths and manages to pull back, his cock slowing sliding out and springing free over my naked ass.

  Guided by instinct, he takes his hand to the base of his member and starts stroking himself, his cum still gushing out as if it hadn't already done so.

  I scream. I moan. I cry tears of utter pleasure as he comes over me, my body still burning under the fire of the last orgasm.

  Someone pinch me, because to feel this much pleasure must mean that I’m dreaming.

  Katherine

  There are mornings when the words flow down to the fingers and make them dance over the keyboard. I’m locked in another world. Nothing is sweeter than a white page turning into a field of text. Wh
at is that noise? It does not matter, period, space and new sentence. The sentences need to be short for this part.

  OK so it’s a knock at the door. Darn, just when I nailed that scene.

  I make a note, sigh and pick up my coffee cup. I’ll answer the door and depending on who it is, I will be cheerful and short or grumpy and short. Either way, it’s short because once the coffee cup is refilled, I will have my fingers flying all over the keyboard again.

  I open the door, look up and down, and use every muscle in my arm to throw the door back to its frame so hard it should send both the door and frame flying out into the corridor.

  Of all the people on earth, the very last person I ever want to see is standing there like he owns the space and still owns me. It’s Dale. I so want the door to smash him to the opposite wall.

  But the door stops dead. I look at it in disbelief for a second and then look down. The jerk has been too quick and has his foot in the door. I put my whole weight against it and shove it with all my might.

  The door moves, but against me. Dale is pushing his way in.

  “What part of ‘I never want to see you again’ can’t you understand?” I near yell at him.

  “Hey Babe...”’ Smug smile.

  Prick.

  The guy just doesn’t get it. It’s over. At a pinch, he could call me Katherine in a text message maybe from the other side of the world, but I never ever want to hear another word come out of his mouth, let alone the word ‘Babe.’

  “You want the good news?” he asks.

  I notice he is breathing hard. He is such a slob. The little workout at the door has been enough to get him breathing harder than a steam train. Or is he expecting something that’s not there for him anymore?

  “Good news?” I say in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “You joined the Peace Corps and you’re off to deepest part of Africa until further notice, or you’ve landed a job as a sea captain doing the London to Hong Kong run or, wait, you have the best news I am ever going to hear: you just drew the winning ticket for a one way mission to Mars, leaving tomorrow. Hit me with it. Now that you’re here I could do with some cheering up.”