B.I.L.F.: A Brother In Law Romance

by Dark Angel

  “A man that fucks like you do has to have a reputation,” I blurt out, feeling warm blood rushing to my cheeks. I can’t believe that I’ve just put it out like this, but it’s the truth nonetheless; you can’t become a god between the sheets without getting a reputation along the way, can you? It’s not like I expected him to be a choirboy.

  “Well,” he shrugs, “I guess CJ is just worried… She doesn’t want me to fuck this up. Again.”

  “Jesus, it’s not like you’re a complete fuck up, Aidan.”

  “Yeah, tell that to all the authors and photographers that have me blacklisted,” he says unapologetically, turning away from me and sitting back down on his chair. He props his feet up on the desk and, lacing his arms behind his head, he leans back and sighs.

  “Hey, I get it, Aidan. I’m not easy as well,” I say, having no idea about why I feel so comfortable talking openly with him. He just snorts, though, as if I’m telling some kind of joke.

  “What? Don’t tell me you’ve ruined your publishing deal because you like cocks too much,” he chuckles. I fold my arms over my chest and stare him down until he realizes I’m being serious.

  “It’s not like that. Although you could say I lost my publishing deal because my boyfriend liked women too much,” I say. He narrows his eyes, and I can almost see the gears inside of his head turning. “Sorry, I mean, my ex-boyfriend,” I add, and that easy smile of his returns to his face.

  “Some men just can’t keep it in their pants, I guess” he shrugs, but then his smile turns into a wicked grin. “I’m one of these guys, I guess. Although I’d never cheat on a girl. That’s fucked up.”

  “It is, but… I guess it was my fault too.”

  “Your fault? What did you do to the poor guy, beat him up every day?”

  “No, of course not. Who do you think I am?” I blurt out before I even realize that he’s joking. “But perhaps I should have—he totally deserved it. Anyway, I’m not saying that it was my fault. Not exactly. What I mean is that… well, I don’t trust men. In fact, I don’t even like them.”

  “You know, you moaned pretty hard for a lesbian, if you don’t mind me saying,” he grins, leaning further back on his chair.

  “I’m not a lesbian, asshole, in case you didn’t notice,” I start tapping my foot against the floor in impatience, but I can’t stop myself now. I’ve started telling him all about this, and now I’ll finish it. “What I mean is that I don’t trust men, and I don’t like them more than I have to. It might sound cold, but I didn’t love Grady, my ex. I just… I don’t know, I tolerated him, I guess.” I stop, trying to look for the right words, but I don’t find any. “I don’t expect much from men, Aidan. Because men will always hurt you.”

  “That’s pretty cold, coming from someone who comes up with happy endings for a living,” he says, and this time he isn’t mocking me.

  “Yeah, that stuff is fine, but it’s just a fantasy. Escapism. I guess that’s why I became a writer; sometimes I need to escape to a place of my own, one where men aren’t assholes and don’t cheat on the women they pretend to love.”

  “Well,” he sits up in his chair, taking his feet off of the desk, “I’d never cheat on a woman, although I’m still an asshole. So I guess I only half-fit that theory of yours.”

  “You do, but you’re an alright asshole, I guess,” I smile, taking one step toward him. He goes up to his feet, and my heart starts picking up the pace as his shadow falls over me.

  “That’s a pretty big compliment, coming from you,” he grins, closing the distance between us. “So what does this make of us? Damaged goods?”

  “Maybe,” I nod, “but who cares? We’re just having fun, right?”

  “It sure seemed like you were having fun yesterday,” his grin widens some more, and my heart starts pumping warm blood to between my thighs. Yeah, I guess I know where this is going.

  “You were a man of your word. You said you’d show me a good fucking, and you did. I’m thinking it’s time I repay the favor.”

  “Is that so? And how would you do that?” he asks me, his eyes locked on mine.

  “By showing you what a good sucking looks like.”

  Without taking my eyes off of his, I place both of my hands on his chest. Moving slowly, I go down to my knees, my hands sliding down his pectorals and abs leisurely. I let them go down to the hem of his jeans, but I decide against pulling them down right away. I learned something yesterday; sometimes it’s better to be patient, no matter how urgent everything may seem.

  I let my fingers wander down to his crotch and, using only one fingertip, I start tracing the contour of the growing shape under his jeans. I go up and down, feeling his long inches pulse against my fingers, and then I just lower the palm of my hand over his cock. He exhales sharply as I do it, his shaft pulsing harshly, and I start pressing on it.

  Looking up at him, I let a grin take over my lips as I start leaning in. I tilt my head sideways and, parting my lips, I rest them against his thick shape. I use my teeth to gently nibble at it and, the moment I hear his groan of pleasure, I act fast: grabbing at the rough fabric of his jeans, I use both my hands to pull it to the side in opposite directions. The top button resists but, once it pops out, the rest follows quickly, and that probably with the help of his cock.

  His cock is tenting up his boxer briefs, straining against the fabric like a caged animal. Once again, I use just one fingertip to trace the contour of his cock, but this time I do it more than just once. I do it four, five times, and it almost feels like his cock has gotten harder. I press my lips against his thick shape, sucking him eagerly over the fabric of his underwear, and he rests both of his hands on the top of my head.

  With my fingers hooked on the hem of his boxers, I take my mouth off of his cock and then start lowering his boxer briefs. The moment I see the tip of his cock, I just tug on the fabric and send it flying down to his ankles with his jeans. He kicks his clothing off in a hurry and, as he does it, I go back up to my feet, but just for the time it takes me to push him back and force him to sit down on his chair. Once that’s done, I’m down on my knees again.

  Placing my hands on his knees, I slide them up to his inner thighs, and then grab his shaft with my hands. I close in on him, and he spreads his legs wide so that I can fit right between them. Looking up at him, my eyes on his, I part my lips with my tongue and, as slowly as I can, start leaning into him.

  I feel him tense up the moment I touch his shaft with the tip of my tongue, the warmness of his thick cock spreading to me in a fraction of a second. I run my tongue down the length of his shaft, taking it as low as his balls, and then go back to his tip, circling it with slow seductive movements. I can hear his breathing growing ragged, his chest rising and falling at a hurried rhythm as he closes his eyes and throws his head back against the headrest of his chair.

  “Fuck, you’re good,” he tells me without opening his eyes, an expression of pure bliss taking over his face.

  “I’m just getting started,” I purr, slowly lowering my lips over his tip. I wrap them around his pulsing flesh, but I don’t go any deeper than I need to; I just focus on the tip of his cock, lapping at it with my tongue and making him go completely insane. He might have given me a fucking I won’t forget anytime soon, but I’m about to show him that I can also hold my own, and that using just my mouth.

  He starts tangling his fingers in my hair, and I realize that he won’t be patient for much longer. If I push him past the edge of his limits, he’s just going to force me down his cock without waiting. But if he thinks I’m going to let him take the lead, he’s in for a surprise; moving fast, I roll my lips down his shaft, this time going as deep as is humanly possible. I close my eyes as I feel that soft skin around the root of his cock, and I hold my position there for a few seconds; only then do I make the hike up his shaft, inch by slow inch.

  I take a deep breath as his cock pops out of my mouth, but not wanting to waste any time, I just grab his mast with both hands and
start stroking him as I try to catch my breath. My hands move so fast they become a blur, and I smile as I feel him pulse steadily against my fingers. His eyes are still closed, but there’s a smile of surrender in his face—one that tells me he’s giving me free reign over his cock.

  Well, that’s the right choice.

  I take my mouth back to his shaft, and now it’s time to show him what I can do—all of it. Still grabbing his cock with one hand, I push my mouth down his whole length, only stopping when I meet the root of his cock once more. That’s when I start bobbing my head; I do it fast and mercilessly, tightening my lips around his shaft as I press against it with my tongue. His groans and sighs tell me that I’m on the right path, and this time there’ll be no stopping me; I’m going to suck him until the very end, whatever it takes. I want him to cum inside my mouth, to have his seed dripping down my chin and—oh, fuck, I’m really losing my mind. It seems that each second I spend with him is another step toward my transformation into a sex-crazed savage.

  “You really know what you’re doing,” he whispers, his hands on my head still feeling the sway of my body. I don’t even bother with a reply; that would mean stopping, and right now I’m in the zone. I doubt I’d stop sucking on him even if a SWAT team broke down his door and threw a grenade inside the room.

  I caress his balls with my free hand, grabbing both of them and massaging them softly with my fingertips. He sighs loudly, and I know that it won’t take long for him to be dangling over the edge of pleasure. And so I do the only logical thing; I start going even faster. I go so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up, and even the bones in my jaw feel like they’re burning up. But I don’t let that stop me—oh no, I push through the pain, and I do it with a smile on my lips (or, well, I would do it with a smile if I didn’t have a twelve-inch cock right between them).

  The moment I feel his cock twitching over my tongue, I know I’m on the right track. A few seconds more and I know that he’ll be filling up my mouth to the brim. And, to be honest, I can’t wait for that to happen. Grady begged countless times for me to allow him to cum in my mouth, but I always said ‘no’. I didn’t have a good reason to deny him that, I just didn’t want him to do it. But with Aidan … Well, it’s a whole different story with Aidan, but you’ve noticed that by now, haven’t you?

  “Don’t stop, Abby, keep going,” he says, his voice deep and harsh as if getting the words out is a herculean effort. I oblige happily, keeping up the rhythm and trying to forget about the fact that the muscles in my neck feel like they’re on fire. His cock starts twitching harder, and I can already taste the saltiness of his precum. This is it, the end zone.

  “Fuck,” Aidan groans harshly and then, at the same time, erupts inside my mouth. His cum gushes into me in a torrent, filling me up completely in a fraction of a second. I’ve never seen a man cum so much, and I didn’t even know it was possible before meeting—well, fucking—Aidan. Grady only filled a condom from time to time, and I thought that all men were like that. Okay, sure, it’s not fair to compare anyone to Aidan, I know that … But still.

  His cum starts dripping down out of my lips, heavy drops making their way down my chin and onto my neck. He cums so much that I can’t help but pull out, a stream of semen hitting me straight in the face as I do it. I keep grabbing his cock, aiming it at my open mouth, but he’s shooting so much that it’s almost impossible to direct his raging river of semen into my mouth only. I feel his cum on my face, mouth and neck. The shirt I stole from him is now stained with cum, but I take my free hand to it and just pull at the fabric, making the buttons pop out with one quick movement. The buttons scatter around the floor as his cum flies straight into my naked tits, and I feel my nipples hardening as he covers them with his juices.

  “That’s it,” I whisper in a moan, the last strands of cum jumping from his cock onto my body. His cock spasms two last times around my fingers and then he’s finally done.

  “Look at you,” he whispers, breathing hard. “I love your make-up,” he grins, his devilish eyes narrowing into slits as he takes in the sight. I can only imagine how I must look right now; I probably resemble a wax figurine, painted in white from the waist up. By now, his cum has started dripping down from my tits and over my stomach, and I can feel his warm juices reaching for that wet spot between my thighs.

  Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I let go of his cock and grab my tits, sliding my fingers over his cum and squeezing my flesh as a moan bubbles up to my lips. As if my fingers suddenly gained a life of their own, they slide down the curve of my tits and then go over my stomach, easily sliding over the layer of cum Aidan kindly gave me. I take one hand to between my legs, and then bite my lower lip as I press down on my clit with two fingertips.

  Grinning as he watches me do it, Aidan slides down from his chair and kneels right in front of me, taking his hands to my breasts and squeezing them. My flesh molds to his fingers, and he starts smearing his cum all over my naked body, spreading it around with the tip of his fingers.

  “Go on,” he whispers, leaning into me and brushing his lips against my ear. “I want to watch you come,” he continues, and then crushes his mouth against mine. I start stroking my clit harder and, unable to resist it, take my other hand to my pussy. Parting my inner lips, I slide my middle finger in, curling it upward and taking it straight to my G-spot.

  Fingering myself as Aidan’s tongue explores the inside of my mouth, I realize that it won’t take long for me to come as well. I feel strands of his cum coating both of our tongues as they dance around one another, and just thinking of that is enough to make the rhythm of my fingers speed up into a frenzy.

  “Come, babe, come for me,” he whispers, now taking his lips to my chin and laying a gentle kiss there. He takes his mouth in a downward line straight to between my tits, scooping up his own cum in the way, and then his lips go straight for my right nipple. I moan loudly as he sucks it inside his mouth, lapping at it with a fierce intensity.

  I press my finger against my G-spot and hold it there, feeling that sweet electricity pooling in my muscles. My other hand is busy with my clit, and a tidal wave of ecstasy already looms large on the horizon of my mind. It’s coming for me, and it’s going to pull me down into the depths of pleasure. And knowing that Aidan’s busy with my body, his lips and tongue scooping up his own cum, makes it all so much better. He truly seems to have no limits.

  I have to remember to thank Cheryl. If it weren’t for her, I would've never accepted to sit down in front of Aidan for a meeting. But I did, and our meeting turned into this dance of sin and lust. God bless you, Cheryl, you’re the best agent money—or, well, friendship—can buy.

  I press my legs together as that wave crashes against me, pleasure hitting me so fiercely that I throw my head back so fast I almost break my neck and fall backward. Luckily, Aidan places one hand around my waist and holds me in place, his lips never letting go of my nipple. Hissing through my gritted teeth, it feels as if I’ve just stepped on a live electric wire. My muscles are twitching hard, and I can even feel my eyes rolling in their orbits.

  I’m breathing so hard it’s almost a miracle I haven’t passed out, but I’m still conscious—at least for the time being.

  “Jesus, this was something else,” I say, more to myself than to him. His response comes without words; he presses his lips against mine, and this time his kiss is a gentle one. A kind one.

  “You weren’t kidding,” he tells me then, both his hands going down to my waist. “This was probably the best blowjob I've had in my entire life.”

  “Of course it was,” I respond, trying to sound as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. But, inside, I’m swelling with pride. It’s not every day that I hear something like that, especially coming from a sex god like Aidan.

  Why don’t all my days start like this?

  Aidan

  "Are you even listening to me?" Abby asks.

  We're sitting at the table, our laptops o
pen—Abby's sitting directly across from me and I know we're supposed to be brainstorming the story for our book, but after receiving the world's best blowjobs the last few days, I can't keep my eyes off of her fucking tits. I mean, she's wearing this low-cut tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. I'm fucking serious. It's white and I can even see the outlines of her perfect nipples under the fabric.

  How does she expect me to concentrate?

  "My eyes are up here," she says, waving her hands at me.

  "Right," I say. "Back to the book."

  "I know I've said this before," she continues, "but I want this story to revolve around guys with big dicks. The bigger the better. I'm talking a good 12 inches … and lots of 'em."

  I laugh. "You know it's not jut about size, right?"

  "I don't know what planet you're from Mr. Size Doesn't Matter, but it's always about size," she grins. "Mark my words. Always."

  "Hear me out. It's not the size that matters, but what a guy can do with it."

  She rolls her eyes. "How cliché of you, Aidan. Believe me, I've had a small cock, and it just didn't do it for me. I can promise you that."

  "Can I be honest with you?" I ask.

  "Of course. Always."

  "I think you hold back."

  She looks at me for a moment before responding, a confused look on her face. "What's the supposed to mean?"

  I know I'm treading in uncharted fucking territory now, so I need to be careful. I don't want it to sound like I'm criticizing her, but I think honesty is the best policy in situations like this. If we're gonna write a bestseller together, some things have to be said.

  I continue, "It just means that instead of letting yourself be completely in the moment, I think you suppress yourself. You hide. You want to let it all out, but you stop yourself around me."

  "Okay, so what are you now? My sex therapist?"

  I lean across the table and brush one finger over her plump lips before kissing her. "No, no—you've got it all wrong. I'm just trying to help. Here, let me explain it another way. Fucking someone—and I mean having exceptional fucking sex—is a lot more than some guy sticking his cock in you, am I right?"