Built for Pleasure

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “Oh my God,” I groaned, and he ran his hands over my body, holding himself still, moving his fingers beneath me so that he could pinch my nipples; the sharpness of the pain mixed with the mellowness of the pleasure was doing things to me, things I had never felt before. Sure, fucking him had always been good, but when he had the chance to take his time and plan everything out like this, it was incredible.

  I waited for him to begin moving inside of me, but he didn’t. Instead, he wrapped his hand in my hair and tugged slightly, pulling my head back a few inches. The feel of him within me but not moving an inch was intense, more intense than I was ready for. I needed him to fuck me deep and hard, but he was still, and it was driving me crazy. He leaned down so that his mouth was as close to my ear as he could get it, and then he spoke.

  “Fuck yourself on my cock,” he ordered me. And as soon as the words were out of his mouth, I started doing as I was told.

  It was awkward at first since I had never really done anything like this before, finding a way to move my hips back and forth against him in a way that felt good for both of us, but he used the hand in my hair and one on my hip to guide me, and soon enough the two of us had fallen into a pace. And holy hell, did it feel good—when he was doing me from this angle, his cock felt bigger and thicker than normal, my pussy tighter around him, and him letting me set the pace just made it all the easier to take him, to take as much of him as I could manage.

  “You look so fucking hot like that,” he growled, tugging harder on my hair, and I moved back against him with more purpose, bouncing myself on him hard—my mouth was open, and my eyes were glazed over, and I wondered what kind of headspace this was for me—how I had never been here before, and the route to get back to it again. I had never felt pleasure like it, pleasure that seemed to consume my entire body like he was setting me alight. And I was greedy for more.

  I pushed back against him, his cock filling me completely, and ground my hips at his base for a moment; I could already feel the next orgasm, needy and desperate, growing inside of me, but I needed his help in getting there. And he was all too willing to give it.

  “You’re such a good girl, Nina,” he murmured as he slipped the hand on my hip between my legs and started playing with my clit. The mix of sensations was explosive, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out.

  “You want to come, baby?” he asked me, as though he needed to. I nodded. I knew he needed me to speak, but the power of language had once again escaped me.

  “Say it.” He slowed his strokes on my clit and thrust shallowly a couple of times into my pussy.

  “Ah …” I groaned, the pleasure making my head hurt, my body ache.

  “Tell me, Nina,” he ordered, and I bit my lip and finally delved back into that place where my brain worked.

  “I need to come,” I pleaded with him. He seemed to like me like this, begging him, asking him for a little mercy, and I would have done anything he wanted at that moment if it meant that I could find my sweet release.

  “Then come for me, baby,” he murmured, and I could hear that cocky grin in his voice—and before I could stop myself, the sound of his words had pushed me over the edge, Logan thrusting hard inside me as my pussy clenched and my body came to life all over again. He tugged my head back sharply, drawing me on to him hard, and then found his own release deep inside me, burying his cock all the way into me and holding himself there as the two of us came back to reality.

  He slipped himself out of me slowly, and I collapsed forward on to the bed as he went to get rid of the condom. I could hardly breathe, the pleasure casting a long shadow over my entire being. I was drowsy at once, my body exhausted, but as soon as he emerged from the bathroom back into the bedroom, I grinned at him.

  “Hey,” I offered him nervously. I had no idea why I was feeling nervous, but I was a little embarrassed that he could make me come so hard, so many times—it felt so intimate, something I had never shared with anyone else before in my life.

  “Hey,” he replied, and he smiled as he reached over to me and brushed the hair back from my face. Given what he’d just done to me, that felt so intimate, so tender, that it made something in me feel like it was melting. Maybe it was the last thing that I had been keeping between myself and actually falling for this guy, actually letting him in.

  “That was amazing,” I breathed, flipping onto my back and grinning at the ceiling. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “Trust me, if you’re into that, there’s so much more I can show you,” he promised me, propping himself up on his arm. “You wouldn’t believe the kind of stuff …”

  “And I bet you’ve had plenty of practice, huh?” I teased as he trailed off, clearly realizing that he was about to dump himself right in the middle of admitting he’d been quite the player back in the day. He furrowed his brow at me, but I waved my hand.

  “Hey, don’t worry about it,” I assured him. “Ant told me you were getting around a lot before you had Erin. It’s not a big deal.”

  “Maybe that’s why she kept us apart,” he remarked, and I nodded

  “I think it was,” I agreed. “She just wanted what was best for both of us.”

  We both fell silent for a long moment, and I knew the same thoughts were running through both our heads—what the hell would Ant do if she found out that the two of us were … well, that we were doing whatever we were doing right now? I had a feeling she wouldn’t take kindly to it, even if I assured her that it was real and that I had feelings for Logan and wasn’t just in it for the cheap thrill. Which would have been the first time I’d admitted those words out loud. Or even really let myself think them.

  I looked down at the clothes piled up where I had taken them off earlier and glanced at Logan.

  “I guess I should think about getting out of here soon, huh?” I remarked. “I don’t want to be in this state when Erin gets home.”

  “Come on, I’ll make you a coffee,” he told me, offering me a hand, and pulling me upright. “Least I can do.”

  “I think I do need to restore my fluids,” I agreed.

  He chuckled. “That’s total filth, and I won’t have it in my house,” he replied play-sternly,” and I laughed.

  “And what would you call what you just did, then?” I demanded, and he shrugged and winked.

  “Generosity?” he replied, and he tossed me my clothes. “Go on, get dressed.”

  I pulled on my clothes, and he did the same, and I felt that little flutter of something being alone with him like this. I couldn’t have put it into words if I tried, but I knew it was … I knew it was something big. Serious. But it didn’t feel heavy. It felt as though I could have carried it with me for miles.

  He headed to the kitchen to make me a coffee, still stripped to the waist, and I took a seat at the table and watched him. I just liked being around him like this, there was no other way to put it: there was something peaceful and calm about having him to myself. I liked Erin, more than I had ever thought I would like a kid but having her daddy one-on-one was a special kind of treat.

  He served me my coffee, and the two of us sat and chatted for a little while; just about the city, the weather, nothing serious, but I was giddy the whole time. This felt like dating. It really felt like dating.

  As I finished my drink, I knew that I had no more excuse to hang around; I should get out of there and make sure that Erin didn’t arrive back early and catch us in the middle of something we might have trouble explaining. Logan seemed to have the same idea.

  “I guess I should kick you out now …” He cocked his head at me.

  “I’m not sure it counts as kicking me out if you made me coffee afterward,” I told him, and he moved towards me and slipped his arms around my waist.

  “I wish you didn’t have to go,” he murmured, planting a kiss on my neck, and nuzzling against me.

  “Me too,” I agreed, and despite everything we’d already done that day, I wanted to go straight back to th
at bedroom with him and fuck him all over again. Maybe I could be the one to take control this time. See how he liked it.

  “I should get out of here.” I headed for the door. “We can catch up again soon, right?”

  “Maybe I’ll pay you a visit,” he said with a grin.

  “Booty call your neighbor?” I cocked an eyebrow.

  “Well, you’re right downstairs, and I’m going to be thinking about what we did all night …” he remarked, and he kissed me on the cheek again like he couldn’t get enough of me. I knew how he felt. I just wanted all of him, every part, and walking out this door would feel like pulling apart two sides of a chocolate bar; sure, you could do it, but why would you when they were so much better together?

  I finally went to pull the door open, but before I could get my hand on the handle, a key scraped in the lock. I turned to Logan, eyes wide.

  “Who has keys to your apartment?” I demanded, but I had a feeling I already knew the answer to that question. Panic was pulsing through my body, and I saw the same thing written on his face, too.

  “The only person who has keys to the apartment …” he began fearfully, and then the keys clicked, and the door opened, and I found myself face-to-face with my best friend.

  Chapter 12

  Logan

  “What the fuck?” Ant exploded as soon as she opened the door, and I had to practically grab her and yank her over the threshold before she could alert every single neighbor in this place as to what was going on with Nina and me.

  “Ant, keep your voice down,” I ordered her firmly, and her eyebrows shot up, and she glared at me.

  “I’ll shut up when you tell me that I’m misreading this fucking situation,” she gestured between the two of us, and I glanced over at Nina who looked as though she was considering making a dash for the door and just getting out of there. I couldn’t blame her. We had both seen Ant angry before, and we knew that it wasn’t a good time.

  “Ant, come on, take a seat,” I told her, trying to soothe her. I was her big brother, after all, and she should listen to me more than she would one of her friends. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.

  “Are you guys hooking up?” she demanded, and Nina and I exchanged a look. This wasn’t a conversation I’d imagined having to have with her or anyone this soon into the relationship. I still didn’t know precisely what we were, and I didn’t want to assume anything, but it seemed like we were going to have to come up with something if I was going to get my sister off my back.

  “Yes,” Nina finally stepped in, and Ant turned on her, fury blazing in her eyes.

  “And long has this been going on behind my back?” she demanded.

  “Not long,” Nina replied truthfully. “It’s just … I’m sorry, Ant, we didn’t want you to get upset so we didn’t tell you—”

  “So you were just hoping that you could date away and then I’d be fine with it whenever you decided to tell me?” She shook her head. “Sorry, that’s not how this works. There’s a reason I’ve been keeping the two of you apart so long; don’t you understand that?”

  “It’s not your job to keep me away from anyone,” I told her, a little annoyed at the notion that she could have been sticking her oar between us all this time. Maybe she had been right to, or maybe, for once, my sister could have kept herself to herself and let what happened just go down.

  “Please tell me this is nothing serious,” she demanded, planting her hands on her hips and glaring at the two of us. I felt as though she was a parent, and Nina and I had been caught in the act. But I was her big brother, and we were a pair of consenting adults, and we could do what the fuck we wanted without her getting involved.

  “Look, Ant, we don’t know what this is yet,” I told her, getting seriously irritated now. “And it’s none of your business to figure this out for us, so you don’t need to—”

  “Let me just get this straight.” She held her hands up, letting out a long sigh and taking a seat at the table as though she could hardly keep herself standing. Nina was shifting her weight from foot to foot, clearly understanding that she had been dumped in the middle of some family drama and that she was the root cause of it. She had her arms wrapped around herself, as though she was hoping she would just vanish out of existence and leave this argument to the two of us. As though Ant would let her out of here without what she deemed a decent explanation.

  “The two of you are sleeping together,” she shook her head. “Please tell me that you’ve at least kept Erin out of it?”

  A dawning look of realization passed across her face, as something clicked into place. “Wait, that night that I couldn’t come to sit with Erin and you were here,” she pointed at Nina. “Were the two of you at it that evening?”

  “It doesn’t matter when and where,” I told her. “What matters is that we’re doing this, and it’s got nothing at all to do with you, alright?”

  “Okay, look, I’m just trying to look out for the both of you,” she said shaking her head. “I know you both better than I know anyone, and there’s a reason I’ve made sure you didn’t meet before now, alright?”

  “Then come out with it,” Nina challenged her, staring down at her expectantly. “What could be so bad that you never wanted us to meet?”

  “Well, let’s start with you, huh?” Ant shot back at Nina, her voice bladed. “You hate kids. You’ve always told me that.”

  “Yeah, but things change.” Nina shifted on the spot again and shot a look at the door, as though she was considering making a break for it.

  “Oh, so you’re telling me you’re totally fine with having Erin around?” Ant tossed her hands in the air. “Come on … I know you. I know what you’re like.”

  “You don’t know everything about me,” Nina replied, clearly annoyed, and she shot a look at me as though appealing for me to get involved and stop my sister talking to her like that, but I knew that there was no way I was going to change her mind. If Ant had something to say, the only way to get through it was to let her talk it out and hope that she forgave you by the end of it.

  “So you’re seriously telling me that you can be a mother to Erin?” She raised her eyebrows at her. “Come on, tell me.”

  “We’re not at that stage yet—”

  Ant held her finger up to quiet her. “Yeah, well, that’s the stage you’re always at unless he’s just straight hiding you from his daughter.” She shot a harsh look at me. “And if he’s been letting you sit for her, that’s clearly not the case.”

  “So what if I’m taking care of her?” Nina fired back. “It’s not serious. I’m just helping out where I can, same as you.”

  “Nina, you’ve got to listen to me.” Ant looked pained for a moment. “I’m not saying … I’m not saying you’re a bad person, but with everything that’s happened, everything I know about you, I just … I don’t want you to get all up and involved with something you can’t deal with. And I don’t want my niece getting hurt because of it.”

  “You really think I’d let anyone near Erin that I thought was going to hurt her?” I interjected, and Ant homed in on me. The pain was gone, replaced by anger instead.

  “I think you’re thinking with your dick, and you’re making some dumb-ass choices,” she replied. “How long has it been since you dated anyone, Logan? Remind me?”

  “That’s not what’s important here.” I shook my head. “You can’t expect me to just wait around till Erin’s left home before I start having a life of my own again—”

  “Nobody was asking you to do that,” she pointed out. “I just don’t think that you’re giving this the proper thought. I love Nina, but she’s not…”

  Ant turned to her friend, and I could tell she was trying hard not to insult her.

  “What am I not, Ant?” Nina demanded, and I could see the hurt on her face. This entire thing was a mess, from start to finish, top to bottom, all of us lashing out at each other and getting nowhere because of it.

  “You don’t
want children,” she repeated again. I wondered how many times Nina had expressed this to Ant, that it had imprinted itself so firmly on her memory. “And I just … if you get involved with Erin, and then you leave …”

  She trailed off, and it suddenly clicked what was going on in my sister’s head. She was imagining my daughter going through what the two of us had gone through when we had lost our parents. I was still mad at her for barging in on the two of us like this and flapping around like she owned the damn place, but at least this made the remotest bit more sense.

  “It’s not going to be like that,” I assured her, and Nina furrowed her brow and glanced between the two of us, playing catch-up as best she could.

  “How do you know?” Ant asked, her voice dropping, suddenly going small. “You can’t know. If she ends up where we were …”

  “That’s never going to happen,” I told her firmly. “Whatever happens, I’m around and you’re around, right? It’s never going to be like it was for us.”

  Realization dawned over Nina’s face, and she reached over to touch Ant’s hand, but she whipped it away as soon as their fingers connected and glared at her. She wasn’t done yet.

  “And why didn’t you tell me about this?” Ant demanded once more, firing back up into fury mode.” How long were you guys planning on hiding this from me?”

  “This wasn’t about hiding it from you,” Nina protested. “We just … we’ve not been doing this long; we didn’t want to put any labels on it, and we knew you’d be mad—”

  “And none of that gave you pause for even a minute?” She glared up at her friend. “You never thought that maybe I actually had a damn point?”

  Nina and I looked at each other, and I could tell that she was thinking the same thing I was; that we could never have predicted how intense this thing had gotten, that if we had, we probably would have gone ahead and done it anyway. I couldn’t imagine having a chance to do this over and choosing anything different. I liked her, so much, having her around made things better. Even this was bearable because she was standing right there opposite me, a unit against Ant.