Seducing Her Brother's Best Friend

by Seducing Her Brother's Best Friend [Evernight, Romance on the Go] (mobi)

  “You shouldn’t have gone to a frat party to begin with. Those guys are nothing but horny assholes that are just looking to get laid by a girl who is inebriated.”

  He stood and walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer and a soda for her. He popped the top for her and handed it over.

  “Thanks, but you really are blowing this out of proportion. Besides, I don’t have any plans on going to another party for a while.” She took a drink of the lemon/lime pop and watched him over the edge of the can. “Thank you though for being concerned. I’m sure Andre asked you to watch out for me since you’ve been housesitting for your parents.”

  It stung saying that, because she hoped she was wrong, but knew she wasn’t. Another bout of silence stretched on, and finally he spoke.

  “Yeah, Andre did ask me to watch over you.”

  And she thought her heart just broke a little more at the sound of those words. She didn’t want to hold his gaze, but it was as if she couldn’t force herself to look away.

  “But that isn’t why I want to rip that guys balls off and shove them down his throat, Cayla.”

  Her heart started to pound frantically in her chest. They were dark, angry, and disturbed words, but they were spoken with protectiveness and affection that Cayla could tell went beyond brotherly affection. She found herself holding her breath just as Kane leaned forward. The smell of his beer and the tangy scent of his cologne filled her nose and had her desperately needing him. The scent of alcohol should have disgusted her, especially after tonight, but it was a subtle scent that was mixed with his natural smell and nearly had her moaning. Cayla could be bold and close the gap of mere inches that separated them, but the thought of bringing her mouth to his and having yet another rejection by the man she was in love with wasn’t something she was willing to gamble with. They shared the same air and stared into each other’s eyes. His eyes were so dark that it seemed like his pupils swallowed his irises in inky blackness.

  But then Kane surprised her and gripped the back of her neck and pulled her forward. At the first touch of his lips against hers she couldn’t hold back the moan that came forward. He slowly ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, silently asking permission to be let in. When she opened her mouth and allowed him entrance he slid his hand into her hair and wound the strands around his fist. He tilted her head back, plunged his tongue in and out of her mouth, and reminded her of what she wanted him to do between her thighs.

  He broke the kiss and gasped out against her lips, “God dammit, Cayla.” Their breathing was identical: harsh and labored. “You taste so fucking good.” He took her mouth again, and she moaned, loving the sting of pain his fingers in her hair caused. “This is so fucking wrong,” she gasped when he dragged his teeth across the bottom of her lip. “But it feels so fucking good.”

  In the next second he let go of her hair, took hold of her waist in both hands, and hauled her onto his lap. The dining room chairs didn’t have arms, so she straddled his waist easily. The hard length of his erection pressed against her pussy and an involuntary gasp left her. He felt so incredibly hard and big, but then again everything on Kane was huge. With his hands still on her hips, and his mouth still fused to hers, he pressed her down and onto his cock. The bump and grind of his hips rising up as he pressed her down on him, couldn’t mask the exquisite pleasure that shot through the center of her pussy and straight to her nipples. His kiss was feral and carnal, taking her to a whole other level that she didn’t know possible. She had never felt this possessed and consumed from just a kiss, but Kane was taking her there and further.

  He broke away and started to trail his lips up and down her throat.

  “Kane…” A sigh left her, and she let her head fall back and closed her eyes.

  “I know, baby.” His murmured words were husky against the pulse right below her ear. The feel of him sliding his hands over her waist, up her ribcage, and to her breasts had her pussy wet, her panties soaked, and her head dizzy with lust. “Look at what I’m doing to you, baby.”

  She forced her eyes open and looked down. Kane was looking at her chest, and his hands cupped her breasts. Her nipples poked through her thin bra and shirt, but she was too far gone to feel self-conscious over it.

  “Your tits are incredible, Cayla.” He ran his thumbs back and forth, causing her nipples to tighten further. “I want to stop.” He looked up at her with only his eyes and muttered, “And I want you too fucking bad.”

  He gripped the edge of her tank, and in one swift move pulled it over her head, tossed it aside, and ripped off her bra. Her breasts rose and fell from the force of her excitement. “Perfect. Fucking. Tits.” He molded his hands around the globes and proceeded to knead them. He kissed her again, hard and fast, and filled with so much want that she was drunk from it. Her breasts felt so heavy. The blood rushed to her nipples, causing the peaks to become ultra-sensitive.

  “God. Kane.” She cried out when his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples. He twisted and pulled the peaks until blood rushed to the surface. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Fuck, baby. I have no intentions of stopping anything.” He lowered his head and took an aching point into the hot, wet confined of his mouth. He sucked and laved, and she didn’t think she could take any more of the pleasurable torture he inflicted. “You taste like peaches.” His breath was warm along her now moist flesh as he whispered the words.

  “Kane.” This was it, the second time she would throw herself out there and hope he wanted her. It was clear he was aroused, that he desired her as much as she did him, but would he realize he still couldn’t fully go through with this because Andre was her brother? Maybe lust was just clouding his judgment?

  He dragged his tongue between her breasts, over her collarbones, and up her throat. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss then stood abruptly. Cayla wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and deepened the kiss.

  “I want you. Please, I want you to take me, to be my first.”

  He set her on the ground, her body seductively sliding down his hard, chiseled length, but before the disappointment could set in he had her jeans unbuttoned and pushed down her thighs. Cayla kicked them aside, so nervous, but her body so ready for this, and watched as he took a step back and looked his fill. She wore only the thin lace thong and nothing else. For a long time all he did was watch her, and she knew what he was doing.

  “I—” She meant to tell him she was sorry, that it was clear doing this made him uncomfortable and that was the last thing she wanted, but the words lodged in her throat. Dammit, why couldn’t he just love her back and want to be with her? “This was a bad idea.” Humiliation was ripe inside of her, and she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She covered her chest with her arms and went to pick up her jeans when his strong hands cupped her upper arms and urged her to look him in the face.

  Looking into his dark eyes there was so much she wanted to say, yet no words could properly display exactly what being with him meant to her. Maybe if she just laid it all out and told him that she was in love with him, things would be different?

  Taking a deep, strengthening breath Cayla said, “I’m in love with you, Kane.”

  Chapter Four

  The sound of the clock ticking away was the only noise in the kitchen. Had he just heard Cayla right? She was in love with him? Running a hand over his chin, Kane processed her words. Cayla was in love with him. It was as if hearing her say that opened something deep inside of him, something that had been locked away for so long he didn’t even know the extent of it, or even that it existed. Staring at her, with her smooth, creamy flesh, and her wide grey eyes, all he could imagine was all the times before when he had seen her. She had been so young and impressionable, so trusting and sweet. All she had ever wanted to do was be a teacher. He and Andre had spent hours upon hours listening to her talk about going to college so she could help kids. He had loved her like a sister back then, but now, staring at this gorgeous woman in front of
him, he realized his feelings for her had changed drastically. Long gone was the brotherly love he felt, and in its place was a love so deep he couldn’t even catch his breath.

  Kane didn’t worry about what Andre would say or do, or how her parents could quite possible be disappointed in him. None of that mattered as he looked into Cayla’s face and saw the play of emotions. She made a move to get her clothes again, but he cupped her cheek in his hand and lowered his lips to hers. She melted instantly against him, and all he knew was that he wanted her with a desperation that rivaled anything he had ever felt. He loved this girl, and he was going to show her how much.

  Kane broke the kiss and stepped back. Gripping the back of his shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. His belt was next, and when he unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down, he realized this was really a reality. Without thinking on it again he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down and grabbed her. His cock was hard and pressed against her belly. She gasped at the contact, which only made him swell even further. He didn’t like to boast on parts of his body, but he had no doubts he could make her feel real good with his cock. She was tiny though, and although he knew he would fit, there would no doubt be pain. He pushed her against the counter and used his knee between her legs to them. The scent of her arousal was like a sweet musk, and his cock jerked between them.

  “If you think I’m taking you for the first time on my parents’ Formica counter top, you are fucking insane.” He smiled down at her and ran his tongue along her bottom lip. He had been so worked up and unaware of what he was doing to her lips that he hadn’t realized she’d slipped her hand between their bodies until her had his cock in tight grip. She used her thumb to run along the head of his dick, and he shivered.

  “You’re pierced.” It wasn’t a question.

  He took a slight step back and looked down to watch her small hand move up and down his cock. The Prince Albert piercing glistened under the kitchen lights, but it was the look on her face that had him really jacked-up. Her eyes were half-lidded and her lips slightly parted as she watched her actions. It was just a hand job, but holy fuck was it good enough it have him coming in just a few more strokes. It was painfully slow, but so fucking good. He braced his arms on the counter on either side of her and started pushing his hips forward.

  “Am I doing it right?” She sounded so unsure of herself.

  “Christ, baby. You’re doing it too fucking good.” Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Kane started pumping his hips faster and faster into her palm. He fucked himself with her hand, knowing he had to stop or he’d come all over her, and that was not how he wanted this night to end. “We have to stop.” He stilled his movements and placed his hand on top of hers.

  “But I thought you liked it?”

  Placing his forehead against hers, he took in a deep breath. “You have no idea how much I liked it. I liked it so much I would have come all over your belly.” He opened his eyes in time to see hers widen. “And when I come, Cayla, it is going to be inside of you.”

  Common sense told him to help her dress and send her on her way, but his dick told common sense to fuck off. He wanted to love this girl, and show her that she was his physically. That little revelation came like a blow to his balls, and his breath momentarily stalled. Gripping her right below her round, plump ass, Kane lifted her up so she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist. He could feel her pussy juice had seeped through her panties, and his dick gave one mighty fucking jerk because of it. He wanted inside of her, now. He strode quickly to the guest room that used to be his room back in the day. Slamming the door shut with his foot then moving to the edge of the bed, he placed her on the dark comforter. Her big tits jiggled from the motion, and he groaned at the sight. She looked so good naked and spread out on his bed. Her body was made for touching, for licking, and most of all fucking. Lush thighs that were made to wrap around a man’s waist, round hips that were perfect for gripping, and large, round breasts that were made for sucking.

  “I love your tits, Cayla.” Even in the darkness he saw her blush from his compliment. “Touch them for me, baby. Play with your hard little nipples.”

  Her stomach hollowed out from the force of her breathing. She lifted her hands up and cupped the massive mounds. They overflowed in her hands, and his mouth watered for a taste.

  “Go on, baby. Let me see you make those pretty nipples even harder for me.” She started working the tight tips between her fingers, pulling them away from her body then letting them snap back. The sight had his dick like rock and pre-cum seeping out.

  “Lie back on the bed, Cayla.” He tried to speak clearly, but the words came out guttural. He was aroused beyond belief, and so hard for this girl that he could have drilled holes in steel. Cayla did as he said instantly, and the very thought that she obeyed him so willingly was an accelerant to his desire. “Spread your thighs, and let me see your cunt.”

  Maybe he should have spoken kinder and gentler words? She was a virgin after all, but he was who he was, and it was clear Cayla liked his words just fine. She parted her creamy, thick thighs, and he got a clear shot of her white lacy covered mound. The fabric was dark over her slit, a clear indication that her wetness had seeped through. He wanted his mouth on her pussy, wanted to lap up her cream until it coated his tongue and slid down the back of his throat.

  Without denying himself the pleasure of tasting her, he moved between her thighs. He forced her legs open wider to fit his shoulders between them and delved right in. Kane didn’t bother pushing her panties aside. Instead, he latched his mouth right over the material and started sucking. She bucked beneath him, and he placed his hand on her belly to still her movements. The taste of her was exquisite, and he wanted more. Taking the edges of her panties in his fingers and pulling them inward, he grew harder when the lace sat between her plump pussy lips. Her labia framed the elastic, and he dipped his head and ran his tongue along one smooth lip then went to the other. He sucked on the soft flesh, and loved how she moaned loudly beneath him. By the end of the night he’d have her screaming out his name.

  Kane sucked on her until she writhed beneath him. He couldn’t help himself from sliding his hand up and massaging one of her breasts. With his other hand he kept her thighs pressed to the mattress as he devoured her. When he couldn’t take it anymore, and knew she couldn’t either, he forced himself away from her and knelt between her thighs. Taking hold of the root of his cock, he stroked himself and stared at her cleft. Her pussy lips were still plump and framed the fabric.

  “That is so fucking hot.” He flicked his eyes up to her, saw the glazed over expression, and knew that all he’d have to do was touch her clit and she’d explode. He had made sure to prime her up real good, and her sopping pussy was a testament to that. While he stroked his shaft with one hand he reached out with the other and rubbed the hard bundle of nerves back and forth. In seconds her eyes widened, and her hands curled in the sheets as she came long and loud. The sound of her pleasure was like a hot poker straight to his shaft. When the tremors left her body and she blinked up at him in the aftereffects of her ecstasy he said, “Come here and suck my cock.” He was a vile bastard for pushing all of this on her when she was clearly inexperienced, but just knowing that he was her first sent a rush of pure unadulterated lust through him. She moved onto her knees before him, and by the way her eyes flicked down to his dick he knew she was aware of what he wanted. Before she did anything he cupped her chin and tilted her head back.

  “Have you done any of this before, Cayla?” For several seconds she didn’t answer and his heart thundered in his chest as he waited to hear what her answer would be.

  “No.”

  Holy. Fucking. Shit. She was completely innocent. “What have you done, baby?” Maybe he was sick for wanting her to tell him, but he needed to know how far she had gone. He certainly didn’t want to freak her the fuck out.

  “I’ve never done anything aside from kissing and a little bit of touching.”<
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  A low grumble left him after she spoke, and her eyes widened. Fuck, she was far too innocent for the likes of him, but was that going to stop him from making her his? Hell. Fucking No. For several moments he held her gaze. Her lips glistened from her licking them, and when he pictured her mouth wrapped around his erection, he felt wetness coat the tip. Her eyes dipped down to said member, and she licked those beautiful damn lips again.

  “Go on, sweets.” Wrapping a chunk of her hair in his hands, he pulled her forward and closed his eyes when he felt her warm breath coast over the tip of his shaft. Then, when her tongue swiped at his pre-cum, he groaned out. Cayla sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the bulbous tip. For someone who had never given a BJ she sure as hell knew how to do it. Kane started a slow push and pull of his cock into her mouth. When he felt the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat he pulled out and started the whole process over again. He was big, and although she couldn’t take all of him in her mouth, the tight, wet feel of her sucking him off was better than anything else. What he wanted to feel was her pussy gripping his dick. He had no doubt she would be hot enough to burn him along, tight enough to strangle his shaft, and wet enough that the slippery sound of him fucking her would be loud as hell. The way she hollowed out her cheeks and worked her tongue around his piercings drove him mad. He needed her now. He pulled her away from him, and the sight of her swollen lips had the breath leaving him in a hard rush.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Cayla.” He couldn’t talk sweetly to her, not as insanely aroused as he was. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, but I want you, baby. If this isn’t something you truly want then you need to say so now.” He caressed her cheek. “I’ll help you dress and walk you back home. But once I start, Cayla, I won’t stop until I possess every inch of you. Do you understand?”