“God Alexa…you’re the sexiest woman on the planet.” We lay there like that for a long time. I thought he’d fallen asleep so I was surprised by the sound of his voice when he said, “Will you stay with me tonight?”
I wanted to stay forever. I nodded and he smiled. I think I may have wanted him again already. I was turning into some kind of sex fiend. I had just never felt this way about anyone before.
“You wanna take a shower with me?” he asked.
“Um…I’ve never taken a shower with anyone before.”
He laughed and then lowering his voice into a conspiratorial whisper he said, “I’ve seen you naked so it’s okay.”
I poked him in the ribs and said, “Now who’s the smart ass?”
“Let’s take a shower. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“You won’t even touch me to wash my back?”
He let one foot drop off the couch. Before he swung the other one down he said, “Nope, not even if you beg me.”
It was my turn to laugh. “I just might,” I said.
******
By the time I got to the bathroom, Ian had the water warmed up and the steam was already filling the little room. He was still fully naked…we both were. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but I wasn’t used to walking around nude with another person either. So, although we just had some amazing sex, I was a little bit shy about it. I surmised that Ian must like it. He was already at half-mast again.
“After you,” he said when it was ready.
I stepped underneath the warm water. It felt really good. I felt Ian slip in behind me. I stood there for a minute, slicking my hair back and getting my body wet and then I changed places with him. He wet his hair and body and then reached for the shelf behind me to get the soap. He leaned in for a kiss as he did and I felt his erection brush against my hip. He wasn’t just at half anything anymore. He pulled his arm back and instead of producing a bar of soap, he pulled me up against him and kissed me again. I ran my hands down his back and to his cheeks. I squeezed and massaged them as we kissed and the warm water cascaded across us. He had one hand on the small of my back and I felt him slide it down and grab my ass. His other hand was on the back of my head, holding me in place as we kissed. He pulled me harder into him and I let out a gasp as his hard cock stabbed me in the side.
He stepped back and grinned at me.
“I guess we should wash up.”
“Maybe we should,” I said. He wasn’t the only one who was horny again. How could I not be? I was in the shower naked with a hot guy. He reached behind me again and this time he produced a bar of green, very manly smelling soap. Oh well, at least I would be clean. I started soaping up and Ian watched me. I felt kind of like one of those girls who work in the gentleman’s clubs. Every so often, especially when I ran the soap over my breasts, Ian would slide his palm downward and touch himself. The soft glow of the dim light in the bathroom and all of the steam made it feel like we were in a dream. I finished soaping up the front and handed Ian the soap.
“Can you do my back?”
“Was that begging? If it was you’re not very good at this.”
I laughed and said, “Please Ian. Please, oh please wash my back.”
“Better.”
He took the sponge and the soap from my hand and rubbed the soap into it before he started washing my back. He ran the sponge across my shoulders and then he began to wash in tiny, sensual circles, working his way down. When he reached my butt he rinsed the sponge again and then actually knelt down and began washing my thighs down to my feet. He worked his way back up the other leg and when he was on his feet, he handed me the soap. I rubbed it hard between my palms and when they were all soapy, I began running my hands over his chest and across his shoulders. I let them glide down his arms and then back up again. I moved slowly down his body, across his stomach and the top of his pelvic area. With the soap still in my hands I gently ran it up and down his hard cock a few times. Then I took his balls into my hands and washed them slowly, causing him to moan and grab onto the shower door for support. I sat the soap down on the shelf over the showerhead and used two hands. I had one hand on his cock, stroking the soap up and down, and the other slick and soapy, washing and gently massaging his balls. His cock was rock hard now and I could feel it pulsating in my hand. I leaned in for a kiss and while his tongue and mine danced I stroked him. I was only stroking it gently, but it was growing and getting harder in my hand. He closed his eyes and moaned. He had one hand on the wall and the other on my hip for support. His leg was up on the side and it gave me much better access.
I stroked him like that for a while, enjoying the look of pure and simple ecstasy on his face as I did. Finally he reached down and took my hand away from his cock and with his hands back on my hips he turned me to face away from him. Then I felt his arms wrap me up. He put his left hand over my shoulder and down between my breasts. The other one slid all the way down and found my opening. I shuddered violently as he brushed his fingertips against my clit. His mouth had found my neck again and was licking and kissing and sucking. The position I was currently in left me at his mercy…and I loved it. He moved his big arm and with his left hand he found my hard nipples. He began squeezing and pulling at them. He was flexing and thrusting his hips into me, and the feel of his hard cock against my ass made me moan. He slid his hand down again and now as I writhed against him, he slid his wet fingers back into my wet pussy. I arched my back and pushed further back into him and wiggled. Maybe I’m a pervert, but I was ready for another round.
He put his mouth close and whispered, “Can I put it in without a raincoat?”
I giggled. I was on birth control and I trusted him. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here having sex with him for the second time tonight. I nodded and without further ado, he bent his knees and pushed me slightly on my back. I leaned forward and held onto the wall as he slid into me. We both groaned and I pushed back against him. He wasn’t taking his time this time. He was pounding in and out of me and he slid his left hand down and as he was taking me with long, hard strokes, he put his fingers over my clit and began to rub it. I was out of my mind with lust and I was pushing back as hard as he was thrusting forward. His right hand still had one of my breasts clutched tightly and the combination of it all put me on the fast track to another orgasm. I felt it coming and he did too, because as soon as my muscles clenched tightly around his cock he started pounding me even harder. The orgasm took hold and he moved both hands up and held onto my breasts tightly as my muscles contracted and the orgasm washed through me.
He kept slowly moving until I calmed down and was at least able to breathe before he pulled back and slipped his cock out of me. My legs were shaking as I came down from my high and I gripped the wall in front of me out of fear of falling over. My breaths were coming in short ragged gasps and I realized that he’d taken himself out of me so that he could hold me up. I felt him put one of his arms around my waist and the other around my shoulders. He held me like that and softly kissed my neck until I stopped shaking.
“Are you okay, baby?” he whispered into my ear. His voice was so sexy when he did that. I could almost have an orgasm just at the sound of it.
“I’m better than okay,” was my strangled reply.
“Are you ready? I’m right there.”
I nodded, but he waited a few more minutes before I felt him loosen his grip on me and he bent his knees again. He moved his hands to my hips and asked one more time, “You’re okay?”
“I’m good.”
With one long, deliberate thrust, he entered me again. He wasn’t taking his time anymore. I cried out as he drove into me over and over, pumping as fast and deep as he could go. It was incredible and almost a little frightening at the same time. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might explode. I could hardly breathe and I was panting in time with his thrusts. He was moving his body weight against me now so fast and hard that I had to reach up and grab onto the top of the glass doo
r with my right hand for more support. I used the other hand to push back against the wall and match his thrusts. He bent down over me and took a piece of my neck into his mouth. He was sucking on it while we fucked hard and fast and just before he was ready to cum inside of me for the first time, he bit down hard and then we both cried out. The neighbors were getting an audio show tonight.
He held me again until we could both stand on our own legs and then he took the soap and washed himself up. He shampooed his hair quickly and then rinsed off. He slipped an arm around my waist and kissed me deeply and then said, “Take as long as you need. I’ll leave the towels and a T-shirt on the counter for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you…you are something.”
He stepped out and when he was gone I stood under the water with both of my hands pressed against the wall and my head down for a long time. I was exhausted, but it was exhaustion of the very best kind.
After I dried off and dressed in his long T-shirt and a pair of really big shorts he left out for me, I brushed my wet hair and used his toothpaste and my finger to clean my teeth. I was a mess, but a happy one. I found him in the kitchen, devouring another slice of pizza. He had his mouth full when I walked over, but he handed me one on a plate.
“I can’t believe I’m hungry enough to eat more, but I am. I was stuffed earlier.”
“You worked out, twice,” he said with a smile. “Now you have to replace all those calories you burned.”
“True. Maybe we should do that every day and I wouldn’t have to run. I don’t like running.”
Ian took a big bite of pizza and after he chewed and swallowed it he said, “You can come by the gym sometime and I’ll show you some of my workouts.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” he said. “Why do you say it like that?”
“I don’t know. The gym is like your thing. Your private sanctum…”
He shook his head at me and said, “You’re funny. But yes, really. It is my “inner sanctum” when I’m doing my workouts. I get really intense and grumpy. But, I mean I can take you sometime just for you and I to work out together.”
“I’d like that,” I told him. I felt like that was a huge deal because the gym was such a huge deal to him. I took another bite of my pizza and realized he was staring at me. I was self-conscious with wet hair and no make-up and shorts that I had to tie down. “Stop staring at me. I’m a mess.”
He stepped closer and put his lips right over mine and said, “You’re the hottest mess I’ve ever seen.” He gave me a soft kiss and said, “I have to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.” He started down the hall and there was a knock on the front door. “Can you get that for me?”
I looked down at myself again. I looked like a clown. Oh well, I thought with a smile, Ian said I was a “hot-mess.” I was still smiling when I pulled open the door. It faded fast. There was a woman standing there. She was tall and slim except for some massive tits that seemed to be pointing straight at me. She had long brown hair and it as well as her makeup and her clothes were perfect. He ran her eyes over me and with a cocked eyebrow she said, “Where is Ian?”
“In the restroom,” I said, before she pushed past me and breezed in smelling like two hundred dollar an ounce perfume. “I’m sorry, who are you?” I didn’t close the door just in case I need to shove her bodily out.
I was pretty sure already who she was before she said, “Kristie, Ian’s girlfriend. Who are you?”
“Alexa.” I didn’t add, “The woman he just fucked,” but I wanted to.
She smirked and said, “Oh God please tell me he’s not this desperate. It looks like I got here just in time.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh come on, look at you. You’re not good enough for him. It’s so obvious. If he fucked you honey it’s just because he and I have been having a few problems. We always work them out and end up back together though, so don’t get your hopes up.”
“Who the hell do you….?”
“Hey babe, who was at the door?” The last word came out of Ian’s mouth as he stepped from the hall into the living room and saw the two us looking at him. He looked at the door and I got the impression he was thinking about running out. I closed it and waited to see what he was going to say.
BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER #4
Chapter One
Ian
I was standing there, looking at Kristie and Alexa’s faces. Kristie looked like she was having fun. She probably was. She lived for this drama shit. Alexa was definitely not having fun.
“Kristie, you need to go.”
“You don’t even know what I came by for.”
“It doesn’t matter. I want you to go. You’re not welcome here and you need to stay away from me.”
Kristie looked over at Alexa who was shooting fire out of her green eyes at the other woman. Kristie smirked. “Oh, I get it,” she said in a conspiratorial tone. “Your new little fling wasn’t supposed to know about us.”
“Jesus, Kristie! There’s nothing to know. Now get the hell out before I get really pissed off!”
She was going to make Alexa think we did something. Shit! I should have told Alexa I had dinner with her. This was going to be something else that made it look like I had something to hide.
“I’ll go,” she said, “but you’ll be calling me and begging me to take you back. Like you did the other night.”
“It’s not going to happen, Kristie. You and I are through. Get out!”
With a smile and a wink in Alexa’s direction she said, “That’s not what he said last night.”
“Out!” I said again. She went out the door and Alexa and I both stood there just looking after her for a few seconds. Finally, Alexa turned to me and said,
“What did she mean by that last comment? Did you see her last night? Did you call her and tell her you wanted her back?”
“Yes, I saw her, but never said I wanted her back. It’s not what you think, and it’s not what she made it sound like. Can we sit?”
Alexa looked like she was going to bolt. She wasn’t even really dressed, but she was eyeing the door. All I could think was that she was going to take off and never want to see me again. I screwed up…again.
“I don’t want to sit,” she said. “I want to know why you keep saying there is nothing between you two yet the night we’re not together, you’re with her…”
“It wasn’t like that, I swear. You were angry with me and I tried going to my parents’ because I really needed someone to talk to. They’re still so broken that it didn’t help. It only made me feel worse. Between the stuff that is constantly going on in my head about Emma and the fact that I was so torn up over what happened between us…I just needed someone to talk to Alexa. I was going crazy. She texted me and I did something that I hadn’t done in a very long time…I texted her back. I should have known it would turn out this way. I am guilty of being an idiot, but that’s all, I swear. We went out to dinner and the whole time I listened to her go on about stupid, superficial things, all I could think about was how much I wanted to be with you. I realized why I broke up with her and I can’t even imagine what I was doing with her in the first place. You’re the only one I feel comfortable talking to about Emma and beyond that, I love spending time with you. We have so much fun together…being with you is the only time I really feel whole again. I don’t want Kristie…I’m sorry….I never should have gone out with her….But please believe me, Alexa, nothing happened.”
“I believe you,” she said at last.
I was shocked. That wasn’t at all what I expected. Surely it wasn’t going to be this easy…..
“But…”
Okay, here we go, I knew there was going to be a but…
“I’m not sure why I believe you; you probably wouldn’t have even told me you saw her if I hadn’t been here when she showed up. Omission is the same as lying, Ian. I thought we had cleared that up before…”
“I know, and we did. I’m sorry. I was going to tell you about Kristie but the timing just hadn’t been right. Alexa please let me…”
I reached out for her and she took a step back. I knew I was screwed. She was going to leave and I already felt like I couldn’t breathe. Damn it! I hated feeling this way. I hated it, and I loved it. It didn’t make any fucking sense. I’ve never really cared if a girl walked out before. It’s always been pretty easy to either get another one, or just be alone. Before Emma died, I was never afraid of being alone. Now, the thought of Alexa leaving and not coming back terrified me. I’d like to blame it all on grief, but the fact was that I simply wanted her.
“I just need some time, Ian.”
She was gathering up her stuff as she talked.
“I need to wrap my head around all of this. So far, in the short time we’ve been seeing each other, things seem to be more “off” than they are “on”. I’m not sure I can do this roller-coaster thing….”
“It won’t be roller-coaster. I won’t see her again, ever. I can promise you that…”
“Ian, I’m not saying we’re over. I’m not mad. I just need to spend some time getting my thoughts together and figure out if…whatever this is between us is healthy for me. I’ll call you.” She went into the bedroom and finished getting dressed. I stood rooted to the spot I was in, wondering how I could possible keep screwing this up. When she came back, she looked at me sadly and said again, “I’ll call you, okay?”
I think it was an unspoken, “Don’t call me.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be sorry. I’m really not mad. This has just all happened so fast. Maybe we both need to put more thought into it. Do me a favor and spend your own time thinking about all of this too. We’ve been through a lot. At first it was okay that we were together because of Emma. We both desperately needed that. But now, I think we need to look at whether or not there are other reasons to be together, and if this is worth pursuing.” I just stood there looking at her like an idiot. I knew that this was worth pursuing. I didn’t have to think about it. I wasn’t sure why I felt differently about her than I ever had any other woman or girl…but I did. I watched her go without telling her that. I should have just told her…what did I really have to lose when she was already walking out the door? I dropped down onto the couch and wondered when my life would ever stop being one dramatic scene after the other.
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