Bad For You: (An Older Brother's Best Friend Romance) Page 3

A loose curl falls in her face as she nods. “I’m positive,” she replies.

  Her dress inches up her legs when she rubs her thighs together. My mouth falls open, taking in the sight of black lace panties covering her pussy. Damn, she’s killing me.

  “Have you done this before?” I ask.

  Will it stop me if she hasn’t? Probably not. I’d love to be the only man who’s ever been inside of her. I’m only asking in case I need to be more careful. I’ve only fucked two virgins before, and it took them both time to adjust to my size.

  “I have.”

  Her response pisses me off more than it should. It’s wrong for me to think she’d wait for this to possibly happen. Fuck, she practically threw her pussy out to me and I shut her down. That night, I ended up drunk fucking a random chick in my backseat while imagining it was her. It was fucked up. I knew it, but fantasizing about fucking your best friend’s little sister is better than actually fucking her. Well, morally. Definitely not physically. I have a feeling nothing is going to be more satisfying than this.

  Her eyes focus on me, waiting for my reaction. My knees slide against the cold sheets as I crawl her way. My lips go straight to her neck, raining kisses along the silky skin. She tilts her head to the side, giving me better access, and I suck hard.

  I run my hand in-between her tits. “I want this off,” I order, pulling on the dress. “This thing has to go.”

  My cock jerks when she rises up and positions herself on her knees. She reaches down, grabs the hem of her dress, and pulls it over her head. I lick my lips, excitement tapping into my veins, as I take in the beautiful sight of her only covered by the panties and a matching bra. I can’t stop myself from reaching down and cupping my balls through my jeans when she unsnaps the bra and her full tits spill out. I grip her wrist, pinning it behind her back, when she goes for her panties.

  “These are mine to take off,” I growl. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  Our lips meet again – this time more demanding, like I own her. She bites into my lower lip as my hand lingers between her legs. My fingertips tingle as I rub her pussy through the thin material. I can’t hold back any longer. I need to be inside her before I bust in my jeans, ruining the moment before it even happens.

  Her back falls against the bed, her moans echoing through my room, when I slip a thick finger inside of her. She’s already fucking soaked. I’m positive she’s dripping on my sheets, which only excites me more. She’s so ready for me.

  I slip in another finger and lean back to take a good look at her stretched out on my bed. Her mouth-watering tits bounce with every plunge of my fingers, and her hard nipples are begging for attention. She moans as I clamp my lips around one, sucking hard.

  Her hand latches onto my hair. “Stop teasing me,” she begs.

  My thumb rubs her soft clit. “Teasing is the best part,” I say, releasing a nipple. “Don’t take away my fun.” My lips go to the other nipple. I suck on it harder than the other, and nip it with my teeth. “I’m going to tease you here.” I lick the tiny pebble, and slide down the bed until my face is inline with her pussy. “And I’m going to tease you here.”

  I knot my fingers around the straps of her panties and tear them down her legs. My mouth is in-between her legs before she even manages to get out another breath. I spread her wide open and curl my tongue around her clit, making slow circles. Her hand flies down to my hair and pulls it, practically ripping it from the root while she cries out. She begs for more. She begs me to stop. She begs for more.

  I slip the length of my tongue inside of her. She tastes delicious – so damn good. I don’t slow my pace, lapping her up, until she comes undone. Her body goes limp as she cries out her release.

  I’m wiping my lips when I realize I’m still dressed. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” I whisper. I pull my shirt over my head. My jeans are next. I’ve never gotten undressed so damn quick in my life.

  “Jesus, do you have those things stashed everywhere?” she asks, when I open up my nightstand and pull out a condom.

  “I like to always be prepared.” I rip open the wrapper with my teeth and roll the condom down my erection. I position myself at her opening, but stop to take a good look at her. I’m dying to fill her up. “You ready?” A whimper escapes her throat as she nods. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” My words don’t stop me from sliding inside her.

  “I know.” Her legs spread wider as she arches her back. “But nobody has to know.”

  My fingernails sink into the skin of her thighs as I slam into her roughly.

  Fuck. This feels amazing.

  “Our little secret,” I grunt.

  She is so fucking tight. The tightest pussy I’ve ever had.

  I throw my head back and shut my eyes, taking in the sound of our skin slapping against each other’s and our moans.

  This is the best sex I’ve ever had. The best lay I’ve ever given.

  I’ll worry about the consequences later.

  chapter three

  nautica

  “You what?” Macy shrieks, jumping from her bed to mine after I confess I screwed Bracken last night. “You can’t be pissed off at me now. You should be thanking me, buying me a drink, writing one of my papers next semester.”

  I’m back in my dorm room. My body is sore as hell, and I need some damn rest. I kicked her bedmate out twenty minutes ago, and as soon as I collapsed onto my bed, she knew something was up.

  I narrow my eyes at her. “I should be thanking you for ditching me?” I ask. “If it wasn’t for you and your cock addiction, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation right now. I wouldn’t be scared out of my mind to face Bracken over the break.” I shake my head, annoyed. “All I can think about is him naked and inside of me.”

  I can feel my skin flush as images of last night sweep through my mind. I gulp, remembering his lean, sweaty body moving above me as I squirmed underneath him, begging him for more. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and as terrified as I am to admit it, I want to do it again.

  Now that I’ve had a bite I want the whole buffet.

  “That’s a hot fucking mental image,” she says, around a sigh. “And yes, you should be thanking me. I gave you the opportunity to screw the one guy you’ve been panting over for years.”

  She pulls her blonde, shoulder-length hair into a loose ponytail as she crosses her legs, eagerly waiting for me to give her details. I notice a glimpse of the early stages of a hickey breaking out along her pale skin.

  “I haven’t been panting over him for years,” I argue.

  She snorts. Macy is fully aware of my Bracken crush and has been for years. “Riiiiggght. Let’s not waste our time denying you’ve wanted to have a piece of his cock forever. Now give me the scoop.”

  I make myself comfortable before giving her the details of last night’s events. I tell her about how I woke up in Bracken’s bed this morning and almost had an anxiety attack. I held my breath and tried to remain calm when I lifted up the blanket and double-checked that I wasn’t dreaming. I nearly lost it when I saw our naked bodies lying side by side.

  I was scared to make a noise. I didn’t want to wake him up and see the look of regret in his eyes. His strong arm was draped across my stomach like a shield, and I carefully slipped out of his hold without him stirring. I grabbed the clothes he gave me, snagged my phone and purse on the way out of the door, and called a cab. I banged on the door for ten minutes before Macy answered.

  I climb across my bed and open up our mini-fridge. “It should’ve never happened,” I mutter. I snag a bottle of water and reach into my bag for an ibuprofen. I have a headache, a hangover from hell, and regret is my middle name.

  “Oh please, you two have been beating around the fuck me bush for years now. I mean, the guy stops what he’s doing whenever you call him. He likes you. He may be too pussy to admit it, but he does.” She bounces off my bed and gets back into hers. “And FYI, I’m totally jealous. I wish you didn’t call dibs
on him first.”

  That’s one thing Macy has never done. She’s never tried to sleep with Bracken because she knows my feelings for him. He’s the only guy I’ve ever really crushed on.

  “Simon is going to freak out.” My stomach churns at the thought of what his reaction will be. He’ll be pissed, and I’m not sure if he’ll ever forgive Bracken … or me for causing him to lose his best friend.

  “That’s why you’re not going to tell him. You’re going to keep your mouth shut and so is Bracken.”

  “But what if he finds out? He’ll be even more pissed that we kept it from him.”

  “God, your brother doesn’t have to know every single damn detail of your life, Nautica. You’re an adult. It’s not like he took your virginity or anything.”

  I nod in agreement. “What if Bracken feels guilty and tells him?”

  A long, slow breath runs from her lips. “He’s not that fucking stupid. He won’t risk your brother hating him. You two giving each other the business one drunken night is a story that’ll never be told again. Keep your mouth shut. He won’t say anything. I won’t say anything. All will be good in the world.”

  “I hope you’re right.”

  “I’m always right.” She grabs her eye mask and pulls it over her head. “Now, let’s get some sleep. I’m sore as hell and feel like shit.”

  I make myself comfortable and close my eyes, but sleep doesn’t come to me. What does, though, is my imagination running wild. All I can think about is how amazing Bracken’s hands felt against my skin, and how skilled he was with his tongue.

  When I finally get to sleep, I dream about last night happening again.

  Houston, we have a problem.

  chapter four

  bracken

  “Off limits, huh?” Jasper asks. A shit-eating grin is smeared across his face when I walk into the kitchen barefoot and sleepy-eyed. He snags a box of cereal from the top of the fridge. “I didn’t know you were exempt from that rule.”

  “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I reply, sitting down at the table.

  My head is blasting against my skull with fear. I’m going to lose my best friend – all because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants and out of his little sister.

  I heard Nautica sneaking out this morning, but I faked being asleep, which makes me a fucking pussy. I couldn’t face her. I wanted to beg her to stay. We needed to talk about it, but I didn’t know what to say. I was too chicken-shit. I fucked up, and I fucked up bad. Ten minutes after she left, I pulled myself out of bed and noticed she forgot her dress during her walk of shame.

  I slept with my best friend’s little sister. In my defense, she’s not so little anymore. She’s grown. The way she rode my cock last night and moaned my name further proves my argument. Simon is going to kick my ass when he finds out. He’s trusted me around her for years and I’ve betrayed him.

  Sure, we’d been drinking, but I can’t get away with that excuse. I wasn’t that drunk. I should’ve slowed down. I should’ve made her slow down, but she looked so damn sexy. Every time I saw another guy eye-fucking her, my hands itched to be on her skin more. I couldn’t keep them to myself any longer. I couldn’t keep denying myself the one thing I wanted more than anything.

  “I don’t know what I’m talking about?” Jasper asks, mockingly. “Your headboard was banging against the wall like we were having an earthquake or some shit. There’s no mistaking what was going on in there.” The grin doesn’t leave his face while he shakes his head. “The moans, fuck man, the moans. I was almost tempted to start jacking off they were so hot.”

  I rub my hands over my face. “It wasn’t supposed to happen. We were both drunk … one thing led to another … and …”

  “And the next thing you know you’re balls deep in her sweet little pussy?” He pours milk over his cereal. “You better hope her brother doesn’t find out about your little orgasm escapade.”

  If he does, he’ll never talk to me again. He treats Nautica like she’s his daughter, but I can’t blame him for it. He took over the man of the house role after their dad died during a tour in Iraq. His dedication made him wait until Nautica graduated before even leaving for the military this year.

  When she decided to go to college, the only reason he let her come here was because I told him I’d watch out for her.

  “Everyone needs to keep their mouths shut about last night,” I say.

  “You know my lips are sealed, bro.”

  * * *

  Hot pebbles of water sprinkle down my back as I wash away the rough feeling of my hangover. I tip my head down to look at my hard cock.

  Nautica hasn’t left my mind since she ran out of my bed. I shut my eyes and imagine how great it would feel to have her lips around my cock, sucking me. My hand wanders down and wraps tightly around my erection. I stroke myself. My arm moves faster. I’m getting closer as I remember how good her pussy tasted. I can’t stop. I groan out my release and watch my come wash down the drain.

  I’m so fucked.

  I’m going home for the holidays. So is Simon - which means I’ll definitely be seeing Nautica, my temptress, way too fucking much to keep my hands to myself.

  * * *

  My stomach knots when I see Simon’s name flashing across my phone screen. My lungs inhale a long breath before I answer the call.

  “Hey man.”

  “Hey, what’s going on?” he asks. He sounds cool, collected, no animosity detected yet. Good sign.

  I clear my throat, hoping I don’t sound as guilty as I feel. “Not shit, dude. Just finished up with finals.”

  “You’re going home for break, right?”

  “Yeah. You know my dad will kick my ass if I’m not there for all the holiday shit. He wants me to take a look at the dealership. It’s time I choose my office.” One more semester to go and I’ll be there working full time.

  He laughs. Another good sign. “Good. I need you to do me a favor.”

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  “Can you give Nautica a lift? She planned on riding home with Macy, but she’s not coming back until next week now.”

  Is this a test? “Sure. Yeah. That’s no problem.”

  “Thanks. I’ll buy you a drink when I get home. I appreciate you watching out for her while she’s been there. You have no idea how relieving it is to know you have my back.”

  “Glad I could help out.” Oh, and by the way, I fucked her brains out last night. How’s that for watching out for her? “I’ll see you in a few days.”

  “I’ll cop you some gas money.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m already coming home. It’s no big deal.”

  Simon offers me money every time I do something for his family, but I never accept it. I’m fortunate enough that my family can help me out and pay my tuition, but his mom doesn’t have it like that.

  I hang up with him and dial Nautica’s number. I’m nervous as fuck to call her, but sending a text seems too much like a lame ass move. She’ll think I lost my balls or some shit.

  Pick up.

  Don’t pick up.

  It’s one of those phone calls you fucking dread and secretly hope they won’t answer so you can leave a voicemail. Then we’ll play phone tag and end up texting instead. It’s the way of communication these days. No talking, only words written on a screen.

  “Hello?” The sound of her angelic voice surprises me and causes my dick to stir. I want to be lying next to her.

  Stop, dumbass. She’s off limits.

  I take another deep breath. Why the fuck am I so nervous? I never get anxious around chicks.

  “Hey, how are you doing?” My question comes out like a stutter. I fucking stutter.

  “Good,” she draws out.

  I need to cut to the chase and get the awkward part out so we can move on. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  She clears her throat. “Not particularly.”

  Numbness invades my chest. Does she want to act lik
e it never happened? Does she regret it? I nod, even though she can’t see me. “Okay, now that we have that out of the way, when do you want to head home?”

  “I don’t care, whenever. You’re the one driving.”

  “Tomorrow at noon okay?”

  “Sounds good.” The air goes silent for a few seconds. “And thanks for the ride.”

  “You know you don’t have to thank me for that shit.” I pull my phone away from my ear when a call comes through. Rachel. I hit the ignore button.

  “I guess … I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “See you then.”

  My phone rings again as soon as I hang up.

  Rachel.

  “Hey Rachel,” I answer, with hesitation, hoping she doesn’t want to come over. I can’t have another chick in my bed. Nautica’s scent is still lingering on my sheets.

  “Hey handsome, let me in,” she says, around a chuckle. “I’ve been knocking on the door for five minutes.”

  “Fuck, I didn’t hear you.” I’d been so wrapped up in Nautica I wasn’t paying attention to anything else. I stagger out of my bedroom and head towards the front door.

  She’s shaking snowflakes off her fire red hair when I open up the door. “Sorry for showing up out of the blue. I got off work and thought I’d pay you a visit before we both leave for break,” she says, a bright smile on her face.

  I follow her down the hallway and back into my bedroom. She takes off her coat and unwraps the scarf around her neck. She sheds her shirt next, giving me a full view of the delicious tits spilling out of a bra that matches her hair.

  “I’m also horny as hell and in desperate need of a good lay,” she adds, with a purr. “You weren’t answering my calls last night.” Her wind-burned lips form a frown.

  She reaches for my hand and guides me to the bed. I rub the back of my neck and try to look away when she straddles my lap. Fuck … I should’ve kept her ass in the living room. I knew this shit was going to happen. Rachel only comes over when she wants to fuck.