On His Face: A Brother's Best Friend Romantic Comedy

by Tabatha Kiss

  I let myself scream, knowing that no one but us will ever hear it. It’s pure ecstasy from the inside out. I nearly lose control of my senses, but Drew holds me up. His furious flicks shift into gentle laps as I ride the rush of my orgasm, prolonging my pleasure for as long as he can.

  “Drew,” I mewl, catching my breath.

  He looks up at me as I brush the hair back from his laughing eyes. His kiss moves to my inner thigh. Everywhere he touches quivers. Everywhere he doesn’t touch begs to be next.

  Drew pushes me onto the bed. I gladly fall back onto the firm, comfortable mattress as his kiss climbs my body. He kisses my navel, my stomach, my cleavage. His arm hooks around me and he forces me to slide back and rest my head on the pillows. My body tingles, still so warm and limp with pleasure. I don’t fight it. I put myself in my lover’s hands, trusting him with my body with no regrets.

  Drew balances over me on his arms. I cup his face; that wonderful, handsome face I only saw for the first time a month ago. Back then, he was a mystery. A stranger. Someone to fall for and forget just as quickly.

  But he saw me, too. He saw me and felt strongly enough about it to change both of our lives forever.

  I kiss him, a silent thank you. Our lips blend as I undress him, plucking the buttons of his shirt one-by-one and removing his tie. My passion rises as I feel his powerful chest, his tight skin, his body heat. My sex throbs, begging for more, more, more. I push his pants down over his ass. I spread my legs, letting his naked body align with mine. His erection rests hard against my body, his shaft touching my swollen clit. I roll my hips and we both moan. He does the same and we tremble as his tongue massages mine.

  He grabs the condom. I watch as he rips it open and sheaths himself. I study his girth, remembering how raw my lips feel when I stretch my mouth around it. And now he’s going to put it inside of me...

  Drew returns to his place between my thighs, confident and ready, while I perform a little panic clench.

  He’s going to put that inside of me?

  “Heidi?” he whispers, pausing over me. “Are you sure?”

  I nod. “Yeah,” I squeak. “Yeah, I’m sure. So totally, uh...” I press my lips together as I stare at his massive cock again. “Let’s get it on, bro.”

  Drew raises his brow, amused. “Let’s... what?”

  I crack up. “I’m sorry. I just...” I bite my cheek as he laughs. “You’re very... large.”

  “Thank you.”

  “And I’m very not, so I was curious whether it’ll...”

  “If it’ll hurt?”

  “Yes.” I cringe. “You know, just... on a scale of one-to-ten. If you could put a number on it? In your experience...”

  He shakes his head. “One,” he answers.

  “One?”

  “One.”

  “Not like a four or even a five?”

  “On a scale of one-to-ten, how much did your tattoo hurt?” he asks.

  “Five.” I nod. “Definitely a five.”

  “Well, picture that again, and then minus four and that’s how much this will hurt.”

  “But large, though...”

  His smile remains. “I’m not going to hurt you, Heidi,” he whispers, his warm lips on my cheek. “I promise.”

  He kisses my neck. I take a deep breath while his tongue travels the length of my collarbone. Each new kiss brings me a little more calm, but I can’t say I’m relaxed just yet.

  “Here,” Drew says as he pushes up. “Get under the covers with me.”

  We climb into the bed together, kicking away whatever bits of clothes still hanging off us. I lie back with my head on the pillow again while Drew balances on his elbow beside me, his right hand softly caressing my cheek.

  “Kiss me,” he says, drawing my face toward him.

  Our lips lock beneath the dim, flickering candlelight. His hand, firm and demanding, travels down my face and inches down my neck and chest. He gropes my breasts, forcing my nipples to stand to attention again as he teases my upper lip with his tongue. I tremble, feeling my desire teased back out. I feel my core warming up again as his hand coasts down my belly and rests on my inner thigh below.

  “Spread your legs,” he growls again, his heated whispers sparking me some more.

  I move my legs apart, and he instantly places his fingers on my clit. I gasp, but his mouth covers mine with a deep, penetrating kiss. I purr from the pleasure, my hips rising to meet his rubbing palm.

  Drew pushes a finger inside of me. No, two. Definitely two. My pussy tightens around him, pulsing from pleasure as he massages the front wall with his fingertips.

  “You feel that?” he whispers, his teeth etching a line on my earlobe. “You feel how wet you are?”

  I sigh as my hips move against the heel of his hand. “Yes.”

  “Imagine it’s my cock inside of you. Grinding you. Fucking you.” He nibbles my neck. “Making you come.”

  I kiss him as moans clench my throat. My sex pulses, my body so close to orgasm again. I gasp and whimper. I look deep into his dark green eyes and I imagine everything he wants me to.

  Drew shifts his body over mine. I open my legs wider, offering myself to him as he single-handedly seduces me. His strong, rigged fingers slide in and out of my wetness, stretching me, opening me, bringing me so close to the edge again. His firm, deep kisses take me, own me, and make me moan as he rubs his cock between my folds...

  His tip enters me, and he stops. It’s so quick and sudden that I wince from surprise, but Drew was right. It feels awkward, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s new and strange, but it’s no tattoo, that’s for sure.

  Drew releases a soft groan as he pulls out, then puts it back in. He repeats it; a slow, aching rhythm. I relax again, the smooth push of his cock filling me just a little bit more each time.

  “Heidi,” he whispers against my lips. “You feel so fucking good...”

  My breath quickens. Every inch of him tests me. Every kiss brings love and comfort. Every sexy groan fuels my pleasure.

  I look down, watching his hips as he moves in and out of me. The view sends shocks through me. Sex is so primal and unsophisticated, but I can’t get enough of it as he uses my body in ways no one ever has.

  Drew chuckles between kisses. “Are you okay?” he asks, so deep inside.

  I nod. “Keep going.”

  I kiss him as he thrusts again, slow and careful. He stays in complete control, pumping me with the first few inches and nothing more.

  But I want more.

  I raise my head as Drew lowers to kiss me. “Deeper,” I say, wanting it. Needing it.

  Drew hesitates as our lips graze, but he gives me what I want. He pushes in and I feel that pleasant, aching stretch my body so badly desires. I gasp. I moan. I smother it on his lips, digging my nails into his sides as his pelvis touches my clit.

  “Oh, god,” I whisper as my knees quiver around him.

  He fucks me faster, the tip of his cock burrowed so deep inside. It massages my inner walls, pumping and teasing as my legs drift even higher. I raise my hips a little and he plunges deeper, deep enough that we both moan. His head drops to my shoulder. I wrap my arms around his sweat-covered body. We move together. Our hearts beat together. We burn together, unable to tell where one of starts and the other ends.

  Drew doesn’t stop. His breath is heavy on my skin, but his body needs no rest. He takes me, his pounding constant and unyielding. I open my mouth to say his name, but I can only moan. I can barely even breathe. All my thoughts melt away as my body races toward the one thing I can think of right now.

  Drew pins my hand to the bed, and our fingers entwine. He slows his thrust. His dark, tattered bangs fall over his eyes. My sex clenches. My sensitive clit pulses with each rub. I feel every long inch of him as he fucks me slowly, and it’s not long until I’m shaking. Just one touch and I’m finished. Just one kiss and I’ll be his forever.

  Drew pinches my chin and holds it still as I quiver beneath his touch. He licks his li
ps and smirks, still completely in control. “Do you want me to stop?” he growls, sending lightning down my spine.

  “No,” I gasp.

  “Do you like feeling me inside of you?”

  I moan as my thighs shake. “Yes.”

  His nose touches my cheek. “You feel so amazing,” he says, tightening his grip on my face. “I love your hot, tight cunt.”

  The word charges through me, so vulgar and filthy, but it drives me wild as it spills out of his mouth. My body spasms with uncontrollable lust. I roll my hips, meeting his slow thrust, fucking him as he fucks me. I hum. I nod. I close my eyes as my body swells.

  Fireworks.

  My pussy squeezes around him so tight it makes him moan with me. I cling to him as I lose control in his embrace, twitching and shaking, but he holds me steady like always. He watches me, kisses me. He caresses my body, tenderly bringing me under control so easily.

  And I’ll do the same for him.

  Drew grabs the sheet beneath us as his body flexes. He buries his face in my shoulder and thrusts one last time, keeping his cock deep inside of me. I feel him swell, spilling his cum into the safe reservoir of our condom. I stroke his hair as he breathes even harder. I kiss his forehead, tasting his sweet sweat on my lips.

  Soon, his grip loosens. Drew pushes up onto his muscular arms, his body gently shaking above me. I touch him, drawing a line from his face to his chest, reaching around him to cup his tight ass. His cock flexes, still inside.

  He smiles. “Hey,” he greets me with a whisper.

  “Hi,” I say, catching my breath.

  He kisses me; a single, loving peck. “Are you okay?” he asks me again, though I’m not at all tired of it. He’s my man, my lover. I’ll never tire of him taking care of me.

  “That was amazing,” I say before furrowing my brow. “It was amazing, right?”

  Drew laughs. “Yes,” he answers, eager to kiss me again. “It was everything I’ve been waiting for.”

  Our lips tickle together. “Really?” I ask.

  “Oh, Heidi,” he says, his body pressing against me. “You have no idea what you do to me...”

  He kisses my neck, sucking lightly on my skin.

  “Then...” I smirk. “Did you want to do it again?”

  “Yes.”

  Drew wraps his arms around me and I laugh even harder as he rolls us over.

  Chapter 38

  Drew

  Morning comes far too quickly. The tinted windows of the master stateroom display a bright and active world outside across the water. Chicagoans are awake and going about their Sunday mornings, but it couldn’t be quieter in here.

  It couldn’t be a more perfect morning.

  I gaze at the girl lying in bed beside me. Heidi rests on her side with her back to me. I smile at the little orange butterfly wing, remembering how good it felt to hold her hand while she got it. She squeezed me hard at first, but it didn’t last long. After a few minutes, she was smiling and laughing with me. We made a memory.

  I wrap my arm around her, spooning her softly against my body. She reacts to my touch and embraces my arm, drawn to me like a magnet.

  “Heidi,” I whisper in her ear. “Wake up.”

  She doesn’t reply, still lost on the edge of sleep. After last night, I don’t blame her at all for needing her rest.

  But I’m a selfish man and I miss her smile.

  “The sun is up.”

  Heidi hums, not caring, but also not asleep anymore, either.

  I push the hair back from her face. “We should probably go soon,” I tease.

  “Do we have to?” she whines, clinging to my arm.

  I chuckle as I gently roll her over to face me. I kiss her forehead. Her eyelid. Her cheek. Each peck a little bit of gentle chaos to wake her up and give me attention.

  Heidi finally opens her eyes, those gorgeous golden eyes, and peeks around the stateroom. “Boat,” she says, happy and satisfied.

  “Boat,” I repeat.

  “I like boat.”

  “I like girl.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “I really like girl.”

  She shifts her body closer to mine, accidentally rubbing up against my semi-hard cock with her hip as she moves. “I can tell,” she teases.

  I hold her in my arms. I touch her soft, smooth skin. I covet and claim and everything in between.

  I love her. I love my little golden-eyed girl.

  Heidi kisses me. She touches me. She moves a hand down my body, beneath the sheet…

  I’m fully hard now. She tightens her grip on my shaft, giving me a firm squeeze that makes the room spin.

  “There’s one more condom, right?” she asks.

  My pulse spikes. “Yes,” I say, cupping her face for an even deeper kiss.

  Heidi rolls onto her back. She spreads her legs. She opens herself to me and I don’t hesitate. I grab the last condom she brought off the bedside table. I put it on as I move between her thighs. We align ourselves. I kiss her as she reaches between us. She takes hold of my cock and rubs herself with it, using my hard tip as her own personal plaything. Her moans taste so good. Her body feels so warm. It’s almost too much, but not nearly enough at the same time.

  She penetrates herself, so confident after last night. Even through the latex barrier, I feel her cunt tighten around me. I plunge deeper inside, not stopping until I’ve filled her completely. She puts her hands on my hips. She raises her knees a little more. She moans softly in my ear, happy little sounds that beg for me to take her.

  I don’t hold back. I focus on one thing. I bury my face in her shoulder and pound her tight pussy. Her touch climbs up my back. Her kiss claims my neck, my shoulder, any piece of me she can dig her teeth into. She moans even louder; the sound echoing off the stateroom walls. We’re alone here. So perfectly alone.

  Where else am I going to get to hear her scream my name like this?

  I push up onto my arms, angling myself so I can see my cock thrusting inside of her. I grind us together, purposefully rubbing as much of her clit as I can, and she arches her body for more.

  “Drew…” She whimpers. She shakes. She says my name again, her voice dripping with pure sex. “Drew.”

  Yes.

  Fucking yes.

  I grunt with her; the pleasure growing more intense as she touches her own body. She fondles her breasts, pinching the nipples to tease herself, before reaching one hand down to her clit. She uses two fingers, placing them in the perfect place between us to get her off, and I welcome it completely.

  This view? This image of a woman rubbing herself to climax with my dick deep inside of her?

  Fireworks.

  Her breath quickens. Her pussy tightens. Her face contorts in the seconds before orgasm, locked and stunned in beautiful ruin. I lower myself as she comes, giving her a body to cling to as the waves crash and her moans spill off her tongue. I kiss her. Her lips, her neck. Any spot I can reach, I claim. I taste her sweat, quenching my thirst with her natural flavor while she falls to pieces in my arms.

  “Drew,” she says again, her voice quivering.

  I kiss her again on the lips, soft and sweet. My cock throbs so deep inside of her, but this moment isn’t for me. I hold her close and remind her she’s mine. She’s loved and cherished. She’s beautiful and strong and so unbelievably sexy.

  Heidi lays a weak hand on my face. She pushes the tattered, sweaty hair back from my forehead and looks me in the eyes, smiling so wide it rumbles my chest. “Do you want to try a new position?” she asks.

  Holy motherfucking shit, she’s goddamn perfect.

  I rest my forehead against hers, embracing the chance to take a break. “What did you have in mind?” I ask.

  She chuckles, blush filling her adorable cheeks. “What do you want?” she asks, her eyes sparkling as she leaves a light, teasing kiss on my mouth. “How do you want to fuck me?”

  Fucking hell.

  My cock twitches. My balls tighten. My mind drifts into a state of pure ecs
tasy. I don’t move. I can’t barely think. It’s a simple question. No tricks. No hidden meanings. Heidi Newbury lies beneath me with eyes wide and legs open, wanting to know how I want to fuck her next, and all I can do is sit here and stare at her like an idiot.

  “Drew?” she asks. “You okay?”

  “Sorry,” I say, snapping out of it. “Just had an out-of-body experience there.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Still feels pretty in-the-body to me,” she jokes.

  I smother my laugh in her shoulder. She strokes my cheek and guides me back, giving my smiling lips a deep kiss.

  Tell me, it says.

  How do you want to fuck me?

  I cling to her, every sweet piece of her. “Turn around,” I whisper.

  Heidi doesn’t hesitate. We kiss as she moves, our lips locking until the last possible moment. She turns around on all fours, presenting that perfect ass in all its beautiful, heart-shaped glory. The view is pure paradise, so hot that I have to squeeze the base of my cock to stop myself from coming too soon.

  I align myself behind her with a gentle hand on her back, letting her know that I won’t be too rough. The trust she’s given me is too precious to betray, and I’m not about to take advantage of it. I tease her first, using the tip of my cock on her the way she did before. She lets out a short, mewling moan, still so sensitive to the touch and my throbbing cock can’t take it anymore.

  I slide inside, her wet pussy taking me so easily.

  Heidi gasps. She twitches in response to each inch I plow inside.

  I lean forward, keeping a comforting touch as I whisper in her ear, “I’ll go slow, okay?”

  She turns her head back and nods, giving another perfect smile for me to kiss.

  So wet. So warm. So deep. Each slow thrust feels better than the last. Her lips grip. Her moans sound like my name.

  Drew, Drew, Drew.

  I keep my hands on her body, loving her, feeling her, fucking her.

  “Faster,” she moans.

  My balls rise even higher, reacting to the urgency in her voice. She wants it. She needs it, and so do I. Her pussy tightens around me with each thrust, fueling the heat building inside of me. I’m so close to the edge, I can taste it. One more urgent, moaning demand from Heidi and I’ll surely come right here and now.