Knocked Up by Brother's Best Friend

by Amy Brent

  “So, Amanda,” Isaac said with a smile that nearly made me sigh. “What’s a good girl like you doing in a place like this?”

  I tried to be coy, which wasn’t difficult given that the alcohol had made my eyelids heavy. “I could ask you the same question,” I said, my eyes sweeping up and down his tall frame. “What a good boy like you doing in a place like this?”

  He kept smiling. My eyes bounced from his eyes to his lips and back again. He said, “Actually, I’m here as a guest, too.”

  “Really?” I smiled as the lie slid from his lips. “And whose guest would you be?”

  He narrowed his eyes toward the crowd and pointed at the table in the center of the room where his two partners sat with three naked women, drinking, laughing, touching. I wondered why he wasn’t with them.

  He said, “See the big guy that looks like a football player? That’s my pal, Sammy. He brought me along.”

  “So, why aren’t you sitting with Sammy and those girls?” I asked. I brought the champagne flute to my lips and batted my fake eyelashes at him. “They seem to be having all kinds of fun and you… well… you look a little out of place.”

  “I am feeling a little out of place,” he said, nodding, the smile fading. He took a long pull off the beer bottle and shrugged his eyebrows. “Guess I’m not much of a partier.”

  “Would you like to go someplace else?” I asked. “Someplace… quiet?”

  He blinked at me for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure he had heard the words that I had said. “Someplace else? Like where?”

  “I don’t know.” I gave him a dreamy look and trailed a long red fingernail down the line of his jaw. “Maybe your suite?”

  The look on his face was priceless.

  He looked a little stunned.

  I freakin’ love it.

  Hmmm…

  Maybe the old Amy was ready to come out and play after all.

  Chapter 11: Isaac

  I nearly snorted beer through my nose when Amanda suggested we go up to my suite. I didn’t know why her words seemed to come out of left field. I guess I should have expected a come-on given the situation. I mean, we were at Club D, after all. And Amanda wouldn’t be there if she wasn’t willing to party. Good girls didn’t come to Club D.

  Maybe that was it.

  Maybe she was just another party girl looking to fuck a few millionaires over a long weekend. For some reason, I didn’t get that vibe from her. I’d been with more than my share of party girls and gold diggers over the years. Amanda didn’t give off that “I’ll fuck any guy here” vibe.

  To the contrary, she seemed different somehow.

  Classy.

  Reserved.

  Like she was here with a purpose that had more to do with her than it did with me.

  She just grinned at me from behind the mask while I wiped my mouth on a napkin and tried to think of something cool to say. There was something about this girl, something I couldn’t put my finger on. She was making me horny as fuck, but she also had me nervous as a cat for some reason. And my cock was chubbing up in my pants from looking at her tits and smelling her perfume. Jeez, I was like a damn teenager at a high school dance. I had to get myself back under control or there would soon be a huge wet spot on the front of my jeans.

  “Well?” she asked, sliding in close enough that I could feel the heat of her breath on my cheek. She turned to face me. She put her hand on my chest and looked me in the eye. She slid her hand down my stomach. She paused for a moment at my belt buckle, tugged on it and smiled, then slid her hand down to press her palm against my growing erection. I jumped a bit. She smiled again.

  “Yes, let’s go upstairs,” I said, swallowing hard as I took her hand. I ignored the huge bulge poking out of my jeans as I dragged her along. “And let’s hurry.”

  * * *

  We started making out the moment the elevator doors closed. She pushed me roughly back against the wall and fell into my arms. I could taste the champagne on her lips as she pressed them to mine, then her tongue came out, swirling, poking, probing like a hungry snake. It set my mouth on fire.

  The look in her beautiful eyes told me what she wanted. My eyes followed the curve of her luscious lips as she smiled at me. Yes, I knew exactly what she wanted because I wanted it, too. And I was more than ready to give it to her. My eyes dropped to her breasts, her cleavage deep enough for me to get lost in.

  “Well,” she asked as she pressed the elevator’s Stop button. The elevator jarred to halt, jostling us into each other’s arms. “What are you waiting for?”

  “Nothing,” I sighed, leaning in, our lips locking as her hands reached up and entangled in my long blond hair. I felt her tongue flicker against mine, the wet heat of it like a tiny cattle prod, shooting electricity through my body. I kissed her hungrily. She wanted it as much as I did. It was in the way she breathed against my lips, the way her lips seemed to heat up against mine, the way she clenched my hair and pulled me to her. She was unlike any woman I had ever been with before.

  As we kissed, my hands went around her to clutch her round ass. I squeezed it hard and pulled her pussy into me. She moaned in my ear.

  “I’m not wearing panties… And I’m very wet…”

  I smiled at her as the gods seemed to be smiling upon me. I hiked the dress up over her naked ass with my fingers and bunched it around her waist. As one hand kneaded the flesh of her ass the other came around to find the short curls above her pussy. She pushed her hips up towards me, opening her beautiful legs, letting my hand slide between them. When my fingers found her pussy it was hot and wet, dripping, I could smell her in the stale air of the elevator. My fingers glided between her folds. She moaned against my lips and kissed me with an urgency that drove me forward.

  “God… that feels… don’t stop… please…”

  “Don’t you worry,” I said, my tongue circling her ear. I rolled her clit with my thumb and slid two fingers between her wet lips. She broke the kiss, her moans too much to keep in, and began to wrap herself around me. She pulled my head down to her neck, letting me kiss her collarbone, as one long leg wrapped around mine and gave me more access to her wet box.

  I slid my fingers inside her, slowly at first, and when she began to grind against them, picked up the speed. I was kissing my way down her neck until I found the tender flesh of her breasts. She sucked in a quick breath and pulled me closer, burying my face in their glory, bucking against my fingers as I fucked her with everything I had. Her moans were turning into soft screams of pleasure, and her thighs began pushing against my bulge, moving against them, driving me crazy.

  I pulled away, too excited to fucking take it anymore. I wanted to strip her naked and have my way with her right there in the elevator. “Let’s get to my suite,” I whispered, thinking that I would cum in my pants if we didn’t stop. “Let’s to my suite… now.”

  Amanda wasn’t ready to go anywhere. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand back to her pussy. “Don’t you stop,” she whispered in my ear before biting on the lobe and running her tongue around it. “I’ve waited too long for this moment… Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

  I gazed into her eyes for a moment, confused by her words, but driven by her dreamy smile. Her eyes were a deep blue inside the mask’s eyelets. Her beautiful face was flushed and framed with long strands of jet black hair. I couldn’t possibly say no, could I?

  I quickly went back to work, adding a little pressure to her clit with my thumb, and soon she was rocking against my hand as if her life depended on it. She came hard, clutching me tightly, her screams muffled in my neck. She shook like a leaf against me, pushing against my hand, covering it with her hot juices and filling the air with her salty scent.

  “Uh, sir?”

  We both froze at the sound of a man’s hesitant voice coming from the speaker in the ceiling overhead. I was pretty sure it was not coincidental that the voice came right after Amanda did. The elevator was monitored by security. We’d had an audience t
he entire time.

  Amanda giggled and started tugging her dress down over her ass. She hid behind me as I looked at the video camera hanging in one corner and held up my hand like I was greeting an old friend.

  “Sir, this is Wes in security. We noticed the elevator had stopped and um… well, just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

  “Everything is fine, Wes,” I said, reaching out to take the Stop button between two fingers to pull it out so the elevator would resume its upward journey. “We must have hit that button by mistake.”

  “Yes sir,” the voice said. “You have a good night now.”

  “Don’t you worry,” Amanda said as she wrapped her arms around my waist and dug her teeth into my shoulder. “We’re just getting started.”

  * * *

  My suite was on the top floor, so it wasn’t a long ride. If it had been, I was pretty sure we would have just fucked right there, audience and all. We fell out of the elevator, laughing, holding hands, practically skipping like two kids sneaking off to fuck in the woods. I dragged her to my suite, unlocked the door, and pulled her inside. She pushed me against the wall again and started kissing my neck while her hands opened my belt. My cock was hard as a lead pipe. The moment she pushed my pants down my legs it sprang out like a stiff snake ready to strike.

  “God, your cock is so big,” she said, taking it in her right hand while her left hand cupped my tight balls. She tugged on my cock, pulling the skin over the muscle. I could feel myself swelling in her hand. She stepped back with my cock in her palm and licked her lips. I barely noticed that she was still wearing the stupid mask. I didn’t mind. It was sexy as hell. Plus, I was concentrating on not shooting my load in her hand.

  “I have to taste you,” she said, getting to her knees. She held the base of the shaft and cooed at the thick nine-inch monster in her hand. She puckered her lips and kissed the head, which was as round and dark as a plum. She swirled her tongue around the head like she was licking a lollipop, then let it slide into her mouth. I held my breath as several inches of my cock disappeared between her lips. I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. She almost gagged but managed to keep it under control. Thank god, because her mouth felt amazing, hot, wet, wonderful. Holding my cock steady, she bobbed her head back and forth, suctioning the shaft like a milking machine.

  “Fuck… that’s… fuck…” I said, trying to keep the cum in check. I let her blow me for a minute, then decided I had to take control or it would be a very brief encounter. I reached for her and she reluctantly let my cock pop out of her mouth. I pulled her to her feet and pushed her toward the bedroom. “Come on... it’s my turn now.”

  Chapter 12: Amy

  Isaac pulled me to my feet and pushed me toward the bedroom. I licked his warm juices from my lips and giggled as he tried walking with his pants around his ankles and his long cock bobbing up and down. He laughed back and took a moment to kick off his boots and pants and socks. He ripped his shirt open and threw it to the floor.

  And there he stood, Isaac Hanson, the billionaire of my dreams with the monster cock and killer smile, all lean muscle and hard intentions.

  I kicked off the stilettos and unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor. I kept the mask on. I wasn’t quite ready to reveal my true self to him. Not yet. When Isaac saw that I was naked under the dress, he gave me a devilish growl of approval and started toward me.

  “Get in the bedroom,” he said, nodding down the hallway behind me. “On the bed. Spread eagle. I want to taste your hot pussy before I shove my cock into it.”

  “Such a dirty boy,” I said, back-peddling, crooking my fingers as if I were reeling him in. “Come put your money where your mouth is… Or your mouth where my money is… Whatever…”

  Drunk or not, I could barely believe I was saying the words.

  So… unlike me.

  So… daring.

  So… slutty…

  I didn’t care. My cunt was on fire I was so horny. I couldn’t ever remember being so freakin’ horny. Ever! Even when I was slutting my way through college. My nipples were like hard, red thimbles on my tits and my cunt was dripping with hot juices for Isaac to taste. I could literally feel a stream inching down the inside of my right thigh. I wanted Isaac inside me so bad my body ached. I wanted him to shove his huge cock inside my tight box as far as it would go. I wanted him to fuck me so hard it made my teeth rattle.

  Damn.

  Go me…

  The bedroom was large and airy, dark except for a lamp on one of the nightstands. The bed was king-sized and tall. I sat with my cunt on the edge and lay back with my hands on my tits, watching Isaac lick his lips as he fell to his knees and lowered his mouth to my pussy.

  “Oooooh...” I jumped when his tongue rolled over my clit. It had been so long since a man was down there, a man with long fingers holding back my labia so his thick tongue could probe deeply into my hole. Isaac’s tongue was like a stubby cock as he drilled it in and out of me. His fingertips rubbed my clit up and down while his thumbs held open the lips so his mouth could French my twat. It took less than a minute to feel another orgasm shuddering through me. My toes curled tightly and I lifted my ass off the bed, pressing my gushing pussy to his lips. I squirted a bit, making Isaac hum with pleasure. He waited until the orgasm was over, then cleaned me off with his tongue and smacked his lips.

  “You taste amazing,” he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm as he moved to center his cock to my hole.

  “Let me taste,” I said, leaning up so he could press his lips to mine. Salty. Pungent. Like a forbidden spice. The taste of my pussy on his lips made me moan. “Mmmm…”

  “I want to fuck you,” he said, bracing his hands on the bed at my sides.

  “Nothing’s stopping you.” I reached down and took him in my hand and pumped him until he was set, the head pressing against my hole, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. I held my breath as he pushed his way inside. I could feel him inching into my pussy. I was stretching around the girth of his shaft. His cock filled every spare inch of my pussy. He pushed in slowly until he felt my inner wall, then withdrew his cock slowly, then slid it back in again. Every tiny movement sent sharp bolts of sexual lightning coursing through my body.

  “Oh… that’s… amazing…” I moaned, feeling him in every cell of my body. I was on fire, sweating, panting, my big tits heaving on my chest. I squeezed my nipples until they hurt and arched my ass to give him a deeper angle.

  “Your pussy is… so fucking tight,” he said, the words tumbling out over gasps of breath. “I can feel you… squeezing my cock… fucking… incredible…”

  I smiled and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to tell him my pussy was tight because it had been barely used in recent years. I couldn’t have said anything anyway. The orgasm that was building from deep inside me was taking my breath away. All I could do was grunt like an animal each time Isaac hammered his cock into me.

  “Fuck… baby… I’m gonna… cumming…”

  I watched his face as he prepared to cum. His eyes were tightly shut. His luscious lips pulled back from his teeth. His blond hair bounced off his forehead. Every muscle across his shoulders and chest plumped and veined as he shot his hot load deep inside me.

  “Fuck… I’m… cumming… too…” I screamed. I dug my new, fake fingernails into his sides and pulled him in and out. My body shuddered like an earthquake as I came at the same moment he did.

  We thrashed and snorted and cussed and screamed and then, when he had fully emptied himself inside me and I had bubbled the last of my juices around his cock, we gazed into each other’s eyes and began to laugh.

  I wished that moment could last forever, but I knew better.

  Nothing lasts forever.

  Not even something as amazing at this.

  The truth would come with the light of day.

  Isaac had no idea he’d just fucked the stone-cold, bitch Amy Rossetti, the woman he’d left standing alone on that
stage a few days ago.

  As I gazed at his handsome face from behind the mask, all warm and glowing and happy with what we’d just done, I wondered if perhaps my true identity shouldn’t remain a mystery for both our sakes.

  Slowly, Amanda Ross started to fade away.

  And Amy Rossetti slowly returned.

  Chapter 13: Isaac

  When it was over, Amanda gave me a long kiss and said she had to pee. I nodded toward the bathroom and climbed into bed to await her return. I yawned as I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost 2:30 AM. I had been up since 6 AM the previous day. I hadn’t eaten much and I’d drank more than I should have and had just expended my energy having marathon sex with the most amazing woman I had ever met.