Knocked Up by Brother's Best Friend

by Amy Brent

  “I missed you so much,” I said, whispering. “Oh, Thomas. Please don’t stop.”

  I felt him press kisses all along my neck before he sank his teeth into my shoulder. My walls fluttered around him, and I fell against the soft cushions of his couch, my juices dripping onto the fabric beneath us while my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I could feel every inch of him, coated in my fluids while my clit throbbed and grew with every stroke of his cock. My body felt insatiable, encapsulated by this man I had grown to know and care for deeply.

  He wrapped his arm around my body and slid his fingers toward my pussy lips, and one swift touch from the pad of his thumb sent me flying over the edge as I collapsed back into him.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, Thomas. Fuck!”

  I came so hard on his dick I felt something squirt out and hit the couch in front of me. My body sank to the cushions just as he scooped me up into his arms, and when I finally caught my breath, I felt hot water cascading along my body. His hands lathered me up with soap while he washed every part of me down. When he got to my aching pussy, throbbing with the beating his thick dick had just given it, he took his time while looking into my eyes.

  “Keep them open for me, Bridget. I wanna watch the pleasure roll over your eyes.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” I said, panting.

  His fingertips worked effortlessly around my swollen clit, and my body tried to get away from him. I scooted myself back into the wall before my body stopped, and my legs fell open as it if were consciously begging for more.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  “Thomas. I can’t. My body can’t—”

  “But you’ve only had two,” he said, playfully pouting. “I want more.”

  “More,” I whispered. “Please give me more.”

  His fingers danced around my clit while my eyes stayed lazily hooked onto his. The devilish grin that appeared upon his cheeks turned to a quivering lust when I felt him slip two fingers inside of me. His face suddenly disappeared, and my eyes followed him, watching his tongue dart out and capture my aching clit while he crooked his fingers just the way I liked.

  I felt that burning sensation begin to churn behind my hip bones. My legs shook, and my chest heaved for air. The steam rose around us while he lapped up everything I gave him. I could feel my pussy soaking his hand, my juices swirling down the drain along with the soap dripping from my body. My hands flew to his head and tried to pull him closer, begging him for another greedy orgasm as my chest flushed with desperation.

  “Come for me,” he said into my pussy. “Look at me and come.”

  I looked down at him, trying desperately to keep my eyes open while my body tipped to the side and shook. My cheek pressed against the glass of the shower door as my entire existence was handed over to him, this man between my legs who was pulling every ounce of pleasure out of my body. My walls fluttered around his fingers, and his tongue pressed deep into my clit. I collapsed from the weight of my third orgasm before tears rose to my eyes.

  I felt so incredible, and so beautiful, and so wanted. In that moment, when Thomas pressed a kiss to my temple before he scooped me up, I knew I had made the right decision.

  I felt him carry our dripping wet bodies to his bedroom before he sat down in a chair. He held me to his chest as my legs slipped around him, his strong arms cradling me close while I buried myself deep into the strong, rippling muscles of the man I’d come to love.

  I was in love with Thomas Jeffries, and I knew I’d never love another man the way I loved him.

  I felt his cock rise to life between my legs, and with a quick shift of my hips, he popped inside of me. My body fell limp against his, having no more energy to work against him while his hips swirled against mine. His arms held me close while I peppered his neck with kisses, our bodies drip-drying in the darkness of his room while his rock-hard cock raged within me. My entire body was pounding with ecstasy while my pussy called out for mercy, a dichotomous game of gluttony and greed fighting against inevitable exhaustion and stress.

  “Thomas,” I said, panting. “I can’t—”

  “Just relax,” he said in my ear. “Just relax and let it wash over you.”

  At that moment, with my hands lazily wrapped around his neck and my legs dangling on either side of his body, he grabbed my hips and began to thrust. My body bucked on top of his while my tits bounced in his face, and my head lobbed back in sheer pleasure while stars burst behind my eyes. His mouth found my puckered nipple, his teeth biting down on it just to get my pussy squeezing his dick. The warmth of his lips cascaded down my chest and flooded my abdomen, and I raked my fingertips down the front of his body as I felt every ripple and layer of muscle this man worked tirelessly to maintain.

  My tongue leapt from my mouth and landed on his shoulder as I lost all control of my body, lapping up his sweat while his balls smacked my ass with every thrust his hips made against mine. I could hear him audibly panting while my hands wrapped around to the small of his back, and I pulled him closer into me so I could feel more of him.

  I wanted to melt into him and never come out. I wanted to bite into him and feast on his body for the rest of my life. I wanted to go to sleep with the taste of his dick upon my lips and refuse his morning offering of coffee just so it wouldn’t wash away the hint of him.

  I felt my body giving way to him once again as my pussy burned and throbbed. Pleasure and pain were blurring as tears rose to my eyes, and my abdomen ached with the building of my fourth orgasm.

  “Bridget. Holy fuck. You feel incredible. Oh, shit.”

  “You like that?” I asked. “You like that pussy? You like how it sucks you down and makes you come back for more?”

  “God, yes,” he said, grunting. “I love how you coat me, and how you feel against my tongue. I love how you collapse against me. I love how big your tits are in my hand and how your pussy milks me dry when I come.”

  His words sent me over the edge. My body pulsed and convulsed in his lap as it straddled the line between pain and pleasure. My sore pussy lips gobbled his dick whole, while I bit down into the swell of his chiseled chest, marking him as mine as he growled out into the room.

  I felt helpless against his body. I felt helpless against the orgasms being pulled from me, even when my eyes wanted to fall shut and never open up. I heaved against his skin as my body crashed down from yet another orgasm, and I could feel my come slowly seeping out into his chair.

  “I can’t do anymore,” I said. “Please, Thomas. My body.”

  He shushed me in my ear while he stood up with me in his arms. His dick was still seated inside me while he slowly laid me down onto the bed, but after he laid me down, he pulled out and flipped me over.

  “I’ve got you,” he said. “And I know you’ve got one more good one for me.”

  I whimpered when he pulled my hips up toward him because I knew where he was going. My ass trembled in anticipation as he parted my cheeks. He dipped his mouth down and spat, smoothing it around with his fingers while my puckered hole clenched for him. I felt his dick jump with joy against my thigh before I felt the head of his cock leak against my skin.

  “You like that?” I asked. “You like that ass being tight for you?”

  He cracked his hand against my cheek in approval, and the sensation made me moan. I squirmed for him, my body coming to life once more as my nipples hardened against the sheets. He cracked his hand against my other cheek before I felt the head of his raging dick press against my asshole.

  “You’re incredible,” he said.

  He pushed into me, popping my entrance with the head of his cock, and I bit down into the pillow and moaned. Pain washed over my body just as he sank another inch into me, and little by little, my ass swallowed him whole. I felt my legs slide to the side, sinking me to the bed while my arms shot out from underneath me. His hands gripped hard onto my hips and pulled me back up to him.

  He thrust his hips into my ass, and tears rose to my eyes. Every single
cell of my entire body was on fire as his dick ripped my body in two, and my clit was throbbing with rejuvenated life, shooting electricity through my pelvis while his balls smacked against it. I wriggled and clenched down onto him, moaning out into the room and twirling my hands into the sheets. Never in my life had I felt so out of control, yet so safe. I planted my hands into the headboard in order to give me leverage.

  “Holy shit, Bridget. Fuck, you’re tight.”

  I bucked back into his hips and felt his body began to tremble. Tears of pleasure rushed down my face as my aching abdomen contracted yet again, building within it something it no longer had control over while my asshole massaged Thomas’s dick. His balls smacked my clit just right, and it fed me the energy I needed to push back into him, swallowing his dick with my puckered hole and milking every ounce of come from him that I could.

  His hands planted onto the small of my back. He thrusted into me like a wild animal while he grunted and dropped his beads of sweat onto my skin. I felt my body pop and give way, and I collapsed back to the bed in a fit of pleasure.

  “Yes! Thomas! Holy fuck! Just like that. Please. Oh, please. Don’t stop.”

  My hips ached with the fury of his pounding, but my body continued to beg for more. His balls smacked my clit, coaching me through my orgasm as his hips finally stuttered, and the words of sheer lust that poured from his lips caused tears to rise to my eyes.

  “Your body. Bridget. Oh, fuck. It’s so perfect. You milk me so good. Damn, this ass. Oh, I bet it would taste wonderful with my come dripping out of it. You come so good for me, baby.”

  I felt his dick pump streams of come into my body before they began shooting out and trickling down the backs of my legs. Thomas’s body quivered against mine before his sweating form dropped to my back, and the both of us went crashing to the bed as we heaved for air. The air was tainted with sex, and our fluids were draining onto the bed. The only thing I could think about was how happy I was.

  Tears flowed from my eyes while my body continued to cry out for more.

  “I can’t do anymore,” I said.

  I felt him press kiss after kiss into my shoulders, his muscles shivering against me before he slowly pulled his dick from my ass. His hands ran along my sides before he slid off me, pulling me into him as tears continued to rush down my face. Never in my life had I felt so fully satisfied and complete, and as I laid there, crying in the arms of the only man I’d come to trust in my life, he nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck before he sighed with content.

  “Need sleep,” I said breathlessly.

  “Stay with me tonight,” he said.

  “Stay with me forever,” I said with a whisper.

  And I drifted off to sleep with the feeling of Thomas’s smile pressed against my back.

  Chapter 34

  Thomas

  “So, I woke up to some wonderful news,” Bridget said as I walked into the bedroom with a tray of food.

  When I’d rolled over that morning and felt Bridget’s arms cinch my waist, I knew I was right where I needed to be. My body ached in all the best ways, and still my dick throbbed for her that morning. Seeing her next to me with her body shimmering in the morning light made my chest tighten, and I decided to slip from her grasp and make her some food.

  After all, if my body ached, then I knew hers did, too.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Oh!” she said. “Breakfast. You like cooking, don’t you?”

  “Only for those I care about,” I said.

  I set the tray of toast, bacon, and eggs down into her lap before I took her juice and put it on her bedside table. I slipped back in beside her while I watched her eat her fill, and my eyes couldn’t help but slide over her beauty. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took before she swallowed, and the grace with which she moved took my breath away. She reached for her juice, and the residual bubbles tickled her nose, and it was in that giggle that I realized why this morning felt so different.

  Why my chest tightened the way it had when my eyes fell upon her.

  “So, what’s this good news?” I asked.

  “The realtor called me early. She said they accepted our initial offer for the house. It’s ours if we want it!”

  “That’s amazing. Lacey really liked that house, and you couldn’t take your eyes off it, either.”

  “Did you like it?” she asked. “I don’t want to buy a house you don’t like.”

  “Any house with my girls in it is the perfect house for me,” I said.

  I watched a small blush tint her cheeks while she took another sip of her juice, and all I could do was stare. She was radiant when she blushed, but knowing the way her pussy had tightened around me so many times the night before confirmed suspicions in my brain that had rattled around for days.

  She really did want me the way I wanted her, and I wondered if I could tell her about the truth I had realized this morning.

  “If you’d let me, I’d like to cover the down payment and the closing costs,” she said.

  “We can split that kind of stuff,” I said. “It’s not a big deal.”

  “Well, I figured it would take a financial burden off you and sort of make me feel like I was contributing somehow.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “You know, to Lacey and her growing up,” she said. “It’s just been the two of you for so long, and I’m scared you might think I’m just here temporarily. I figured, maybe if I paid the down payment and the closing shit, you’d know I was serious.”

  “Bridget, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that you’re running off.”

  “And what makes you so sure of yourself?” she asked cheekily.

  “Because you’ve done it twice now.”

  I watched her face sink, and she pushed the tray from her lap. I slid myself up and slipped my arm around her, and I suddenly felt guilty for bringing it up when I saw tears crest her eyes.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “These past few weeks have just been tough.”

  “Bridget. I know you’re sorry, and I know, looking back, you wish none of that stuff would’ve happened. But I’m glad it did.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Because it showed me two things. One, it gave me multiple opportunities to prove you were safe with me, and two, it gave me two very blatant instances where you pushed me away, but we ultimately found our way back to each other. It sets precedence, and a hell of a good one, too.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “I love that house, and I love Lacey. She’s beautiful, and she’s just like you in all the right ways.”

  “And I love you,” I said. “In all the right ways.”

  “You do?” she asked. She whipped her gaze up to mine, and I could tell she was hanging onto my every word. Her eyes were wide, and her body was fully turned toward me, innately trusting me with what was about to leave my mouth, while simultaneously begging me to go easy on her.

  Go easy if the answer I gave wasn’t what she was looking for. But she didn’t have to worry. Not anymore.

  Not with me.

  “I do,” I said. “I love you, Bridget Meyers. More than I even realized until this morning when I woke up beside you.”

  “It doesn’t bother you that, you know?”

  I knew what she was trying to say. She was going to ask me if it bothered her that I never called her by her actual name. In the back of her mind, that truth was still lurking. That “Bridget Meyers” wasn’t her name and that she’d taken drastic measures to catapult her career. That somehow, me calling her “Bridget” meant I didn’t love her, but her job.

  Her prominence. Her fame.

  “Wasn’t it you who told me that you were still the same person?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said, nodding.

  “And wasn’t it you who told me that nothing with you had changed just because ‘Bridget Meyers’ wasn’t your real name?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said with
a sigh.

  “If I’m being honest, it really doesn’t bother me. I met you as Bridget, I fucked you as Bridget, and I made love to you last night as Bridget. Even if you do come clean at some point in time with your name and what happened, I’m not so sure that I still wouldn’t call you Bridget.”

  “And it doesn’t bother you?” she asked.

  “No. Your name is meaningless to me unless it’s attached to you. And honestly? Aren’t there plenty of people in Hollywood who use different names. What do they call them?”

  “‘Stage names’,” she said.

  “Yeah. If all else fails, it’s just your stage name,” I said.

  “It’s a bit more than that.”

  “I’m not downplaying what’s going on, and should something ever happen with this, understand I’ll always be by your side. What I’m trying to get you to understand is that the woman I’ve fallen in love with doesn’t have a name to me. You aren’t just your name. You could wake up tomorrow and tell me you wanted to change your name to ‘Homey G Wannabe’ and I’d still love you, because your name doesn’t dictate how I feel about you. Removing it and replacing it with another doesn’t take away the love I have for you.”