by Amy Brent
She smelled of apples, alcohol, and sinful delight, and I knew I was in the moment she started grinding her hips deep into mine.
Luke kept telling me to stay away from his sister, Amber, but I was in no mood to fuck anyone who looked like him. Not only that, I wasn’t in the mood to fuck anyone named Amber.
Not since college, at least.
That’s where I met Luke. In college when I started their business program. He was the only guy I’d ever met that could keep up with my partying, meet me shot for shot, and still stay on top of his thirst for developing his own business. Our food delivery business was something we spitballed one night when we were drunk, so every time we took a step forward, we always celebrated like we did in college.
In a club, surrounded by beautiful women, with drinks in our hands.
The woman in my arms turned around and pressed those glorious tits against my body. She bit down on her lower lip, drawing it in between her teeth, and my cock roared to life at the mere sight of it. I slipped my leg between hers, feeling her grind her thin panties down onto the top of my thigh, and I smirked when I felt the growing wet spot soak the fabric of my pants.
She was ready to go, and I was eager to take her.
I crooked my finger underneath her chin and pulled her gaze up to mine. Her eyes were beautiful, a pretty hazel that matched her long blonde hair beautifully.
But I didn’t give a shit about what her eyes looked like. All I wanted to know was what that pussy felt like.
I captured her lips with mine, and she instinctively slipped her arms around my neck. My hands pressed into her lower back, squeezing those massive tits closer to my body, and the more I pressed her into me, the more confident I felt about that ten dollars making it into my wallet. Fake tits didn’t feel this pliable underneath tension, and Luke would be pissed when he had to pay up.
I took her hand when she dropped down to her feet and wound her through the crowd. I could smell her pussy wafting up from my leg, and it fueled a fire inside of me that was raging out of control. We busted into the women’s bathroom and locked ourselves into a stall, then I pinned her body against the locked door as my lips attacked her neck.
She tasted of salty sweat and stale perfume, but that didn’t bother me in the slightest. I tugged on her red dress, popping her sweet tits out for me to taste, and I got on my knees so I could suckle them the way they deserved. My hand cupped her breast and held it up, my tongue playing with her thick nipple while I looked around for any scarring.
“Oh, they’re real, honey. Take your time,” she said breathlessly.
“Perfect,” I said, murmuring around her nipple.
I tugged and sucked until her pink nipple was black and blue. She grabbed fistfuls of my hair and shoved me deep into her cleavage, and I couldn’t help but shake my head back and forth. She moaned as my stubble worked the sides of her tits while my hands traveled up her legs, and it was then I realized why it didn’t take long for her to soak my jeans.
She wasn’t wearing any fucking panties.
“Oh, you naughty little girl,” I said.
I slid up the flimsy fabric of her dress and threw her leg over my shoulder. Her heel dug into my leather jacket while my lips devoured her pussy, and I pressed her hips into the cold metal door. She dripped wonderfully into my mouth, writhing and twisting as she moaned her sweet sounds. Her clit pulsed underneath my tongue as wonderfully disgusting phrases dripped from her lips, and I could feel her approaching her climax as she shook against my mouth.
“Oh, fuck me, daddy. Oh, yes. Fuck, that tongue. Don’t stop. Please. Oh, I’ll do anything for you, daddy. Holy shit.”
I was going to hold her to that promise as she thumped her head against the door. She ground down onto my face as my cock leaked from its tip, coating the inside of my boxers while her beautiful pussy drenched my face. Her thighs clenched and her stance faltered, causing her back to slide down the door. I stood up and caught her in my strong arms while I licked my lips, tasting every bit of her as I held her close to my chest.
“Holy shit,” she said breathlessly.
She sank to her knees while her body still trembled and her hands quickly undid my jeans. My cock sprang free for her, bouncing on her lips while my hand grabbed a massive fist of her beautiful blonde hair. Those crimson lips wrapped perfectly around my cock, kicking her gag reflex into gear as I pushed in as far as she would let me.
“Make daddy proud, alright sweetheart?” I asked.
She moaned around my cock at my words while those beautiful tits rubbed against my legs. I thrust slowly in and out of her warm, wet mouth, watching her lipstick streak my dick as her hand worked my base. I had yet to meet a woman that could take all of me, and my chest swelled with pride every time her gag reflex spat me back out.
“Holy shit, you’re huge,” she said.
She sucked and licked my tip as precum dripped onto her tongue, and every time she hollowed out her cheeks my thighs began to quake. Her mouth was so warm and wet, and the slight graze of her teeth along my engorged veins made my dick throb even more. I grabbed her hair tightly before I began to really fuck that beautiful face of hers, and tears slowly streamed down her cheeks as she hummed around my dick.
She looked incredible, wanting to please me so desperately.
“You like that cock?” I asked.
I watched her nod as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.
“You want to feel my cum down your throat?” I asked.
I watched her nod again before she hummed with pleasure around my dick.
“Will you swallow every single drop, so not a bit of it goes to waste?” I asked.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she mumbled.
Both of my hands grabbed her hair as I fucked my dick all the way down her throat. Her hands wrapped around and grabbed my ass cheeks, her fingernails digging into my skin as I threw my head back in ecstasy. It had been a very long time since I’d had a good blowjob, and for a split second another girl’s face popped into my mind.
Those big doe eyes that shined the color of the sea and those thin lips that swelled to twice their size every single time I pulled a kiss from her.
Amber.
Why the fuck did Luke’s sister have to be named Amber, too?
I grunted as I thrust my dick down her throat. I could feel my balls pulling up into my body as my ass fell onto the toilet seat, and this remarkably skilled woman kept her throat closed around me while her nose touched my pelvis. Pump after pump of cum spurted from my throbbing cock, and every time her throat closed around me to swallow it all down I jumped and shook with pleasure.
She gave me one last suck before she released my dick, and the way her spit dribbled down my cock was euphoric. My head was spinning, and she was panting, and I could feel her bare tits pressing against my shins as she laid her head down onto my thigh.
I didn’t give a rat’s ass about meeting Luke’s parents.
Nor did I give a rat’s ass about meeting some bullshit sister named Amber.
“You want to go back out and dance awhile, handsome?” she asked.
“What’s your name, doll?” I asked.
“Glory,” she said.
“I’m not really feeling like dancing right now, Glory,” I said. “But, if you tuck those beautiful tits in and go back out there, I’ll come find you in a second.”
“Can’t wait to see you out there, handsome,” she said.
I watched her walk out of the bathroom before I tucked myself back into my pants. I had no intentions of finding her on the dance floor, nor did I have any intentions of staying any longer at this club. I got what I came for, and it was time to go home and pack.
After all, Luke wasn’t the type of guy to dress in T-shirts and a leather jacket, and something told me his family wasn’t the kind that would either.
“So?” Luke asked as he came up to me. “Who’s got the ten bucks?”
“I do,” I said, smirking.
“No shit!
They’re real?” he asked.
“And oh, did they taste amazing,” I said.
“You ready to get out of here?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m running a bit low on energy, to be honest.”
“Oh, shit! She made you cum? Dude, that never fucking happens.”
“Some pairs of lips are just better than others,” I said.
“I’ll head on out with you. We’ve got an early flight to LA tomorrow anyway.”
“You sure you don’t just want me to find a hotel when we get there? It could be a place where you get away when the family becomes too much,” I said.
“Nah, it’s all good. My sister isn’t living there so the house won’t feel as crowded. Don’t worry about it, dude. You’ll be in the guest room. You’re at the back of the house so it won’t feel like you’re staying with a bunch of strangers.”
“I’m not worried about that, they’re going to want to, you know, get to know me and shit,” I said.
“And what’s wrong with that?” Luke asked.
I shot him a look, and he rolled his eyes. He knew my past with my parents. They were drug addicts and shit human beings. I’d told him the stories where I’d come home, and they’d be passed out in their own vomit. He knew the real reason why I went to college.
I didn’t fucking go to college to get an education. That was just some side-gig.
I went to college to get away from them.
“I’ll tell them not to get to know you then,” he said.
“Good. Tell them to leave me the fuck alone,” I said, smirking.
“But, my mom’s probably going to dote on you,” he said.
“She’s probably going to want my dick, too,” I said.
“That’s my mom you’re talking about,” he said.
“Sorry, dude. My bad. But really, this is who I am. You really think your family will like the fact that I’m your best friend and business partner?” I asked.
“How the fuck are you going to know if you don’t give them a chance to get to know you?” he asked.
“Fuck you and your cyclical arguments,” I said.
“That’s why I negotiate contracts, and you deal with everything else,” he said, grinning.
“Come on, let’s get out of here. I think Little Miss Red Dress spotted me.”
“Can’t handle giving her seconds?” he asked.
“You want to make this flight tomorrow or not?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on. Let’s get you and that award-winning dick of yours out of here,” he said.
Chapter 2
Amber
I didn’t know why in the world I had to be a part of meeting Luke’s friend. I knew Luke’s business was doing well, but I didn’t even catch word that he was expanding into LA until a couple days ago. Now, I was roped into dinner with Luke and whatever business partner he had wrangled into this adventure, and if he was anything like Luke’s other friends, he’d probably be a total loser.
Luke had this way of attracting people who needed help. Poor little puppies who were wounded who needed fixing before they could fly. From the time my brother was in middle school, he was always bringing those types of people around. His first best friend struggled with massive anxiety attacks, and my brother was under the assumption that our family could fix anything. My mother was always there to greet people with a smile, and my father was always ready to lend a helping hand, and that shoved me back into the shadows so they could deal with Luke’s damaged friends.
In high school, he made friends with a kid who was being abused by his parents. He was over here after school every single day, and every single day I was stuck making dinner so my parents could be parents to him. Parents like the ones he didn’t have at home.
Where the fuck were my parents when I needed them?
“Honey, how’s the roast coming along?” my mother asked.
“Yeah, it smells wonderful in there,” my father said.
“I don’t know. I literally just got here 10 minutes ago,” I said.
“Well, give the macaroni a peek in the oven. You know your brother loves that stuff. I don’t want it to burn,” my mother said.
“Of course, you don’t,” I muttered.
“What’s for dessert, honey?” my father asked.
“How the hell should I know? I just got here 10 minutes ago,” I said.
“Watch that language now,” my mother said. “Your brother’s bringing home his business partner. You were raised with more class than that.”
“Yeah, but was his friend?” I asked under my breath.
I checked on the macaroni as I heard the front door swing open. My mother squealed and a victorious shout peeled from between my father’s lips. They were always so excited when the prodigal son returned home. It wasn’t that my brother and I didn’t have a decent relationship—if anything, he was incredibly protective of me. I was stood up for my freshman homecoming dance when I was in high school, and my brother beat the shit out of the boy the next day. The annoying thing was that he could do no wrong. He had his successful food business or whatever, and I was stuck running the family business.
Like I didn’t fucking have dreams of my own.
“And you must be Luke’s business partner,” I heard my father say.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” a voice said.
My ears perked up at that voice. For some reason, it sounded familiar. I kicked myself for not paying more attention to when my parents mouthed off about the “friend” Luke was bringing home. Why did his voice sound so familiar?
And why did that freak me out?
I pulled the macaroni out of the oven before I grabbed the roast and pulled it out as well. I checked the potatoes to make sure they were done, then I cut into the meat to make sure mom wasn’t going to make us all violently ill. I was satisfied when I saw it was cooked through, but that same voice pulled me away from the food and back into my thoughts.
“Thank you for having me.”
I swore on everything holy and good that I knew that voice. I couldn’t place it, and I didn’t have any idea where the hell I would’ve heard it, but all I knew was it was familiar. Somewhere along the line, I’d encountered whoever the fuck Luke had brought home, and part of me was anxious to see who it was.
“Amber! Come meet Luke’s friend!” my mother called out.
“Well, someone has to set the table, Mother dearest,” I said.
“I’ll take care of that, sweetheart. Go meet your brother’s friend,” my father said as he entered the kitchen.
“His friend got a name?” I asked.
“Tyler,” my father said.
I felt my blood run cold as I dropped the roast onto the stove. I pulled off the oven mitts and threw them at my father before I strode around the corner, and when my eyes fell on him, I couldn’t move. Never in my life could I have ever imagined that my brother would bring home him, and as his eyes lifted to connect to mine, I knew he knew.
He remembered who I was.
“Amber. This is Luke’s friend and business partner, Tyler,” my mother said.
“Best friend,” Luke said with a smile on his face.
“Tyler,” I said. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You, too,” he said.
How the fuck did Luke know Tyler? Every single memory from college came rushing back to my mind in that very instant. The way his muscles felt against my body. The way his tongue danced between my legs. The way his teeth lightly pulled at my nipples, coaxing them from their restful state into firm peaks of lust.
I felt myself growing breathless as I thought back to the way my legs shook around his body. I felt my face flushing at the memory of his thick dick ripping into my body. I felt my legs grow weak as I remembered how deeply he would thrust into me, taking in one fell swoop my virginity as well as setting my expectations high for any other man that would ever come after him.
No man could make me cum the way he made me cum that night, and I wonder
ed if he knew what I was thinking.
“My sister was a dance major in college,” Luke said proudly. “She wants to open her own dance studio someday.”
“Really, sweetie? I didn’t know that,” my mother said.
“I don’t really talk about it,” I said as I peeled my gaze from Tyler. “I’m too busy running the family business.”
“Well, it’s a pretty important business, I would say. I built it for you kids,” my father said. “The table’s set and drinks are poured. Why don’t we all go sit at the table?”
I watched everyone walk over to the dining room, but I could feel Tyler’s eyes on me. His dark, brooding stare raked up and down my body once Luke turned his back, and I could feel that telltale heat creep up my back. For the first time in my life, I was glad I’d worn nothing but a high-necked T-shirt and jeans.
That meant he wouldn’t be able to see just how much he affected me, even after all these years.
We sat down at the table, and I tried to keep my focus on my plate. I picked at my food and rolled it around while Luke talked with Mom and Dad about his budding business.
