by Anthology
“Yeah?” I said breathlessly. “What else do you want to do to me?”
He feathered his thumbs across my sensitive nipples in tandem. My knees buckled. And when he pinched both tips lightly? Tingles zinged through my body. Slowly melting, I sucked in a breath and fought the urge to beg him to touch me more. I forced myself to wait for his answer because this was Oliver. Despite his heavy erection, I wondered if he could really desire me in return.
One of his warm hands left my breast and skated down my waist, over my hip, to settle there and bring me closer. I could smell a hint of toothpaste on his breath.
“Have you let any of those tossers you’ve dated kiss you, Kayla?”
I swallowed. What would he do if I told him the truth? “A few.”
He scowled as if my answer pained him. “Did you like it?”
I’d wanted to, but… “It was all right. But clearly, no one has blown my panties off.”
I suspected Oliver could.
His blue eyes softened. “Kissing can be wonderful. Someday, when you find a man you care about, one who knows what he’s doing, you’ll love it.”
I had a man I very much cared about standing right in front of me, and the thought of kissing Oliver made my body throb in arousal. I swayed closer, pressing my aching breasts against his chest. “What about you? I’ll bet you know what you’re doing.”
The second the words left my mouth, my heart careened out of control.
Oliver groaned. “I shouldn’t kiss you, Kayla.”
“Please.” I was begging him. “Just once.” My lips tingled. Everything in my body flushed hot. Even my skin seemed too tight. And the ache between my legs was relentless. “You’ve already touched my breasts.”
“Are you bloody trying to kill me, little girl?” His voice sounded rough with need. That excited me even more.
“Is one kiss asking so much?” I clasped his T-shirt in my fists and tilted my face under his.
He hesitated for a long moment, his eyes searching mine, nostrils flaring, jaw rigid. Then he grabbed me by the nape, holding me immobile, and slanted his lips over mine. He didn’t merely kiss me. He seized my mouth, tongue stabbing deep. He possessed me, almost inhaling me with his hunger. I kissed him back with everything I felt because this was so much better than any of the fumbling boys I’d dated. His kiss was confident and carnal and mind-blowing.
He gripped my waist, caressed his way down to the contours of my hips, then yanked me against him so he could knead the cheeks of my ass and notch his erection against my barely-covered pussy. I cried out, but he swallowed the sound with his ferocious kiss, nipping at my lips and sampling me with his tongue before delving back inside.
Oliver had his mouth on mine, and I felt utterly owned.
Helplessly, I threw my arms around his neck and drowned in sensations. His free hand captured my breast again, toying with my nipple. I sweltered at the possessive feel of his touch.
Suddenly, he pulled away, panting raggedly. “Do you like kissing now?”
“When you do it, I love it,” I confessed. “Will you do it again?”
He closed his eyes, gripping me even tighter. “I shouldn’t.”
“But I want you to.”
Oliver cursed. “Kayla, no. Stop me now. Push me away.”
I didn’t. Instead, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips, inviting him closer.
His resistance ran out.
With a groan, he reached between us and cupped the vee between my legs. Through my thin underwear, he rubbed in beguiling circles. “You’re wet.”
“It’s your fault,” I breathed as Oliver pressed harder against my cunt.
“What the devil…” He frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
He grabbed the waistband of my boy shorts and shoved them down to my thighs. His eyes bulged. My knees wobbled. The air felt thick.
“You shave?” he croaked.
I trembled under his stare. “Yes.”
“If you’ve never had a lover, why?”
I’d once overheard him and Shane talking about women. Oliver had said he preferred a woman bare. He was still staring at my naked mound with a hungry gaze, looking as if he intended to eat me whole. More heat suffused me, and the ache between my legs cranked up, tightening unmercifully.
The hand he’d stroked over my underwear clenched into a fist at his side. The lights of the bathroom were bright, and as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, I could feel how wet I was. There was no way Oliver couldn’t see it.
“Do you like it?” I whispered.
“You look so sweet,” he choked out as he eased his fingers toward me, then brushed my bare flesh. “So wet. Oh,” he groaned out. “So smooth and pretty.”
I bit my lip—and decided to take a risk. If I wanted this to continue, I had to. “I did it for you.”
His gaze flashed up to mine. “Did you?”
Before I could answer, his fingers parted my slick folds. He found my clit and rubbed slowly. Under his sure touch, I felt as if I was coming undone, unraveling from the inside out. Unconsciously, I spread my legs wider.
“Christ.” He swallowed and eased the tips of his fingers into my virgin hole. “I shouldn’t do this, but you feel so incredible. Silky and hot and… I can’t tell you how many fantasies I’ve had about touching you.”
As soon as his words made it past the pleasure reeling through my brain, I gasped and grabbed onto his arms. “You’ve wanted me?”
As if speaking the question brought him back to his senses, he jerked away. “Why do you bloody think I’m leaving? Shane would’ve had my balls for feeling this way about you.”
Oliver couldn’t leave because he worried what my brother might have thought. I refused to let him.
I reached out and grabbed his erection through his trousers. He groaned long and low, like he was in pain, but his expression filled with pleasure.
Oh, wow. His cock was so thick I could barely get my hands around it. And as I started to stroke him like I’d heard some of my friends talk about doing to their boyfriends, I could feel how long and strong he was. I panicked a little. The times I’d masturbated, I’d had trouble getting more than one of my own fingers up there. How would he shove all of this inside me? Would it burn and sting as he battered his way deep?
I knew from talking to my friends that my first time would hurt, but I didn’t care. Oliver would make it good. He cared about me, and I was willing to do anything to make him stay.
Pressing my mouth to his and slipping my tongue inside, I unbuckled his belt and reached for his zipper.
He grabbed my wrists. “Kayla.”
“Please. I want you, too. Stay here with me. We’ll make it work. We’ll be like…a new family.”
He stared deep into my eyes, indecision raging. Finally, he cursed and ground his mouth over mine again, tongue plunging in ravenous strokes as he tweaked my nipples again. He stole my breath and my mind as I continued to work my way into his pants, then breached his briefs.
Just before I could grasp his cock, he grabbed my shoulders and held me at arm’s length, panting hard. “You don’t understand how badly I ache for you. How I feel about you. I’m not good for you. You should experience life before some bloke like me ties you down.”
I ignored his speech and set to work on the buttons of his shirt. “Why can’t I experience life with you?”
He brushed my hands away. “I’m already possessive about you. When Gavin asked you out last month, I wanted to break him. I’d like to gouge Justin’s eyes out simply for looking at your breasts. If you give me your virginity, I’ll consider you mine. I’ll have you naked and flat on your back every chance I get. I’ll be inside you constantly. Kayla, I won’t let you go.”
His words burned fire deep in my belly. I could picture him with me, on top of me, pushing his way into my body again and again, making me his. My heart picked up speed. But I wondered… Did he really mean it? Or was he merely trying to scare me off?
“If I said yes, would you go back to London?”
“If you let me fuck you—even once—you’ll never be rid of me. You will belong to me. It sounds caveman, and I don’t care. I’ll be deep in that cunt every day. Several times a day. You’ll want to go out with your friends, go to more parties, have fun. Flirt with other men.” He shook his head. “I’ll throw you down, kiss you breathless, and fuck you until you’re too exhausted to move. You’ll miss everything you should be experiencing just out of university. Because I’m a selfish prick, guilt won’t stop me from reaching for you in the middle of the night and working my cock into you. Then again when you try to sleep late on weekends, I’ll be waking you to take more of me. I’ll be merciless. Nooners will always be on the menu. Dinner will get cold a lot. And I won’t care because I’ll be too insistent to make you remember who you belong to and too determined to have you scream my name.”
With every word, my clit throbbed more until I thought I would explode. Everything he’d described sounded a lot like my fantasies.
“If you’ll stay here with me…” I whispered. “Then yes to everything. I don’t need bars or parties or other guys. I want you. Yes, to all of it.”
“Damn it, are you listening? You’re a fever that makes me burn. I’ll ruin your life. I’ll take everything you have to give and always want more. I’ll shove my cock down your throat and make you learn to take me so deep, my load will never even hit your tongue. Before you’ve had time to catch your breath, I’ll be turning you around and bending you over to work my cock into that sweet ass, too. I’ll enjoy every squeal. Your pleading won’t have any effect on me. I’ll have you stripped and my cock filling one of your perfect little holes all the time. You’ll beg me for mercy. But when it comes to you, I have none.”
I was certain he meant all of that to sound terrible. Instead, it only fueled my desire and resolve to keep him here with me. Flames of need licked at my clit. I liked the idea of being utterly at his mercy and of him wanting me so desperately that he couldn’t stay away.
“I’m still saying yes,” I whispered. “I want you, Oliver. I always will.”
“You don’t understand. There’s more.” He raked his hand through his hair. “I don’t want to be that bastard who robs you of choices. I couldn’t bear for you to hate me.”
“Hate? I’m the one asking you for more. You’ve been half my world for the last three years. With Shane’s passing, I realize just how important you are. How much I care. I’m not ready to lose you.”
“You’ve thought of me as your brother.”
I shook my head. Would he be shocked? “I tried to…but I haven’t thought of you that way in a long time. I want you. I trust you.” I gathered my courage. “I love you.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and jerked my face close to his, our lips brushing. “Oh, fuck. I love you, too, little girl. That’s been my dirty secret for years. But will you still love me if you’re graduating college pregnant? If you keep saying yes, that’s what I’ll want.” He eased back, raked a hand through his hair. “You get your degree in seven weeks. I’m twenty-nine, Kayla. I want to make you mine in every way and start our future now. I want children immediately. Shane’s death taught me there might not be a tomorrow. If you let me in your bed today, you’ll likely accept your degree already expecting our baby. I’ll fuck you constantly to make it happen.”
Maybe planting his seed was another show of his possession. I loved that actually. The idea of having Oliver’s baby thrilled me. My dad left when I was three. Other than Shane’s funeral, I hadn’t seen my own mother in years. I craved roots. I’d always hoped to have a big, loving family. The idea of starting a new circle of life with Oliver, the man I trusted and adored above all others, appealed to me.
True, twenty-one was sooner than I’d imagined having kids, but I would have a degree in a handful of weeks. I could look for a work-at-home job, perfect for after I gave birth. If Oliver stayed and we became a family, I’d be the happiest woman on earth.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want everything you want. Please. Now is the perfect time to lose my virginity. You’re the only man I’d choose to give it to.”
Oliver closed his eyes. “Think hard about what you’re saying. I’m not proud of how I feel. I’ve been fighting this, taking cold showers every morning, and jacking off every night. I feel wretched for wanting you so badly in every way. But I’m being brutally honest. How will you feel being knocked up by your brother’s best friend?”
“I’ll feel blessed to have created a little miracle with the man I love. Don’t feel guilty for your feelings. I’ve had them, too. You’ve been here for me for years, supported and cared for me. Let me give some of that love back to you.”
He was silent for such a long time that I feared he’d decided to be noble and walk away. I couldn’t have that. I had to be bold and brutally honest, too.
I reached into his underwear and grabbed his cock. Oh god, it was thick and soft-skinned, but it felt like holding heated steel. “I want you to push every inch into my virgin pussy and make me yours. I want you to come inside me. Love me. Stay with me.”
He grabbed my shoulders. “Be certain. No condoms or pills. You’ll take all of me deep inside of you, where I belong. Every single time. There will be no going back.”
Sure, we could have waited to get pregnant, but why? I loved the idea of tying Oliver to me in every way, of holding our son or daughter, feeding our baby from my breasts, then setting him or her down for a nap while he wrapped me up in passion again.
I smiled nervously, but euphoria filled me. I knew Oliver would fill my heart as thoroughly and well as he would my body.
“Can we start now?”
He hesitated a long moment. “Have you eaten breakfast?”
Was that a yes? “Tea and a protein bar.”
“Thirsty?”
Even now he was seeing to my comfort, and it touched me. I shook my head. “Horny.”
Vicious need tightened his dark features as he yanked my panties up, then tucked my hand in his. “If you’re sure, let’s go. I need to be inside you.”
His words made me ache and throb. “I need that, too.”
“After I fuck you enough to take off the edge, we’ll move into the master bedroom together. I’ll apologize now. That might be hours.”
A few steps down the hallway, we entered the room we’d soon share. He lifted me to the center of the bed, body taut, as if his self-control was strangling him. “Your first time should be in a bed.”
And I liked this bed. He’d obviously slept here last night. The sheets smelled like him, rumpled and cozy and musky.
Oliver spent a long moment looking at me, and I grew self-conscious, covering my breasts with my hands.
He grabbed my wrists and shoved them flat against the mattress. “Don’t hide or keep yourself from me.”
I blinked up innocently at him.
“You’ll only make me crazy,” he explained. “I’m already halfway there.”
“All right.”
“Fuck, you’re a pretty thing.” He shed his shirt and crawled across the bed, pressing his half-covered body to mine, then thumbed one of my nipples. “Your heart is so soft. Your body makes me so hard. When you pranced through the house wearing that pajama top, I could see straight through it. It was all I could do not to press you against a wall and shag you.”
His words made me tremble. Other guys had tried to talk dirty to me. I’d always rolled my eyes because they’d sounded ridiculous. Not Oliver. His words made me hot and melty.
I started pulling off my boy shorts. He helped me. The instant they hit the floor, he had his hands on the inside of my thighs, shoving them wide apart. He peered close, and I could feel his breath right there.
He thumbed my clit. “Your pussy is lovely. You’ll keep that shaved close for me, won’t you?”
It was a gentle but firm order. “Of course.”
“Mmm…” He brushed up my body and
opened his mouth over one of my sensitive nipples, pulling on it, scraping it with his teeth, licking with his tongue. A bolt of electricity connected my stiff peaks to my clit, burning me. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted him now.
But he wouldn’t be rushed. Moving to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, every pass of his lips over them was a bit rougher and more demanding. The sucking, pinching, flicking, twisting, and scraping aroused me like crazy. I could feel the juices weeping from my cunt, wetting the insides of my thighs, but still he kept on, moaning, his mouth growing more urgent.
“Oliver…” I panted. “No more. Fuck me, please. Make me yours.”
“Soon.” But for the moment, he didn’t stray from my nipples.
They stung, felt chafed and swollen. I tried to roll away. “Now. No more of that. They’re sore.”
He pinned me down. “Don’t keep any part of yourself from me, Kayla.” His face was full of apology and agonized need. “I like your nipples this way. I need them raw for me.” Then he dropped his hand between my thighs and groaned. “Feels as if you like it, too. You’re drenched. God, I’ve got to taste your virgin cunt. I have to lap up your sweet juices and have them on my tongue. I need to make you come.”
I nodded eagerly and unconsciously spread my thighs wider. His nostrils flared; his eyes glittered with harsh lust. Then he buried his face in my pussy. Nothing slow or subtle. He ate me like a starving man, his tongue devouring every slick surface, savoring my clit. He moaned, and his fingers tightened on my thighs, spreading them so wide, my muscles burned. And he just kept on nibbling, slurping, and sucking on me.
God, I’d never imagined anything like it. Putting my own hands between my legs had never felt this good. I arched and clenched his hair in my hands, but it wasn’t enough. Grabbing the short strands as best I could, I pressed his face deeper into my cunt. “Oliver!”
“You taste perfect. I’ll be spending a lot of time with my mouth on your pussy.”
As he drew my clit into his mouth again, I could feel the tide of heat rising. It clawed and climbed up my body, until I was thrashing. My thighs trembled violently. I cried out.
