Brother's Best Friend for Christmas: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Amy Brent

  I laid her flushed body onto my bed before I crawled up her body. My kisses made her shiver, shaking as she tried to find the friction she so desperately wanted. Her hips lunged into me, grinding on whatever surface of my skin she could find. Her pussy drenched me in juices, soaking my skin wherever it touched. My lips trailed up her stomach, smirking against her whenever her body jumped. Her toes ran up the backs of my legs, and her nails clawed at my skin. I nipped my teeth at her tits before my face moved to find hers.

  Olivia’s eyes were seething with frustration. Her body was begging for release.

  But I wouldn’t grant it.

  I wouldn’t have mercy on her until I was ready.

  I dipped my hips between Olivia’s legs and thrust myself into her. She groaned, her pussy lurching at the intrusion as I bit into her shoulder. Slowly, I pumped into her, lighting my body on fire as every single hair stood up on my skin. Her pussy was so warm and wet for me. I wanted to prolong it as much as possible. I wanted to be inside of her as long as she would allow.

  I wanted to take my time with her and have her in every position I’d ever dreamed of as a teenager before I relinquished her to the dark depths of her pleasure she so desperately wanted to swim in.

  My hips rolled into hers while she quaked against my body. I watched her skin grow redder and redder while her pussy clamped me harder and harder. I captured her lips with mine, savoring her trembling mouth as her mouth hung open in pleasure. Her hips rose to buck against me, to chase the orgasm she was seeking.

  But all I did was pull out from between her legs as she balled up her fists at her sides.

  My hands grasped her hips, and I flipped her onto her stomach. I reached around and pulled her to her knees, drawing her back toward my chest. My hands roamed her body as Olivia lobbed her head back onto my shoulder, and that was when I saw it.

  The tears of frustration brewing behind her eyes.

  I kissed one lonely tear away as my cock rested between her ass cheeks. My arms shook with their strain, holding her beautiful body up against me. I wanted her pussy one last time. One last time before the tension burst upon my tongue, and her body flooded me with the juices only she could provide. I’d lick her clean before I took her in the one position I knew I couldn’t hold myself accountable for.

  But not before I took her just like this.

  I grabbed my cock and slowly slid it between her legs. The dripping head of my dick found her pussy, slowly pushing in as both our bodies trembled against one another. Olivia moaned into my neck, her tongue reaching out to taste my skin. I shivered at her touch, leaning my head onto her cheek before I turned and captured her tongue between my lips.

  I sucked it into my mouth, pulling whimpers and moans from Olivia’s throat as I slowly began to fuck her. I snapped my hips up, diving my dick farther and farther into her body as her ass rolled back into my pelvis. We set a rhythm and kept it up, covering each other in sweat, breathing each other’s air. Her hands were in my hair, and my teeth were imprinted upon her skin. I massaged her tits while my fingers tweaked her nipples, and the sighs that poured forth from her lips shook my cock as I slid it in and out of her folds.

  “The things you do to me, Olive, are astounding.”

  “Please let me come. I can’t take it anymore, Wes. Please.”

  “You beg so beautifully, my love. Just a little while longer.”

  She whimpered, begging me for mercy when I would have none. My pace picked up, and her hips bucked harder. My lips parted in pleasure, and Olivia’s hands wound tighter in my hair. I grunted and groaned into her ear, shivering her body and watching goosebumps cascade down her skin. I held on tight, rolling my chiseled muscles against hers while I felt her sweat drip down her back.

  “Wes. I’m gonna come. Please let me come. I’ll do anything. Please.”

  I could feel it, her tits puckering and her muscles twitching. Her pussy was hammering down on me, the blood rushing to her clit as it began to swell from underneath its hood. Olivia’s pussy slathered me in juices as they seeped down my balls, and I almost considered giving in.

  Giving her what she wanted.

  What we both wanted.

  But then I remembered what I truly wanted. I wanted to watch her unravel. I wanted to look into her eyes while her legs shook around my head. I wanted to lick her clean before coming in her pussy from behind. I wanted to make her ass jump after my tongue made her pussy walls give way.

  So, I slid out from between her legs, and Olivia collapsed in my arms in a fit of tears.

  “Why are you doing this?” she asked. “I just want to come.”

  I laid her down on the bed and watched as the tears trickled down her eyes. I wiped at the tear trails on her skin before I kissed her sweetly, allowing her trembling lips to seek comfort in the warmth of my own. My body slithered down her, feeling the intense strain I’d put on her muscles.

  Olivia sighed with relief the moment my tongue hit the tip of her clit.

  “Oh, fuck. Yes, Wes. Lick that pussy. See what you’ve done to me.”

  I threw her legs over my shoulders as her hands wound tightly in my hair. She locked her legs, desperate to not let me get away again. But she didn’t have to worry. My cock was growing hungry for her, and I didn’t know if I could put off my dripping dick much longer.

  My tongue slithered around her pussy as she bucked ravenously into my face. I could hear her heaving, gasping for air as she chased the high she so desperately sought. My hands clamped down onto her hips, pinning her to the bed before I bent forward. Her hips lifted off the bed as she tried to follow my tongue.

  “Make me come, Wes. Make me come like only you can. I’m so fucking close. Please don’t leave me. I’ll do anything. Don’t leave me.”

  I smiled into her pussy before I dove deep. I pressed my tongue into her swollen clit before I raked it from side to side. Her body began to tense, and her toes began to curl. Olivia’s thighs clamped down onto my face as her pussy began to heat up. I knew it was coming. I knew she was close. I backed up just a little bit, enough to make her frustrated. To make her think I was pulling back.

  To make her think I was leaving.

  “Oh, no, you fucking don’t.”

  In an instant, I was on my back. Olivia’s pussy was splattered onto my face as she rode me off into the sunset, and I could see the determined pleasure ricocheting across her face. I watched her closely. Watched how she bit down onto her lip. I saw her lips pucker while her hips bucked wildly on top of my face, and then, I watched her slowly unravel.

  “Yes. Wes. Yes!”

  She moaned out into the room as her head lobbed back. Fluid sprayed onto my face, coating me and soaking my hair as I continued to lap at her clit. Deeper and deeper I carved, hitting places she never knew existed between her legs as she bucked wildly on top of my face. One orgasm barreled into another, and soon, her hands were grasping her tits, trying to relieve the tension as my tongue rode her through another orgasm.

  I watched the woman I loved come completely undone. Sweat was dripping down her tits while her body shook without mercy. Her pussy had coated her thighs in shiny juices while I licked her slit clean, and yet, all she did was continue to ride my face. She heaved for air, panting as her entire body slowly began to sink down to me, and I caught her in my arms as I slowly sat up.

  I cradled her close as tears of relief dripped onto my skin, but when she gasped as I laid her down onto her stomach, I smiled.

  Now, it was time for what I wanted.

  Chapter 34

  Olivia

  My face rested against the cool, soaked sheets of the bed. I didn’t care that it smelled like me, and I didn’t care that my hair was getting wet. All I cared about was the fact that my body was buzzing with sensations I’d never felt before in my life.

  It was like I was giving my virginity over to Wesley, after all.

  I felt his cock slide up and down my ass crack, painting my skin with his precome. He held my hips high,
feeling the bruises already forming before he slipped his dick back into my pussy. I didn’t think I could take any more. We’d been fucking each other madly for the past two hours, but the more he slid inside me, the more my body burned for him. His cock slowly entered me, making me jump at the sensitivity I now experienced. His hands ran up and down my back, easing me into the transition before he pulled his hips back and snapped.

  I cried out, feeling his balls smack my sensitive clit. He reared back and did it again, this time shaking my entire body. He pounded into me, my ass jiggling against his pelvis with every thrust he took. Every time he connected with my body, he shoved me up the bed. Closer to the pillows. To the headboard.

  To where I could gain leverage.

  Skin slapping skin reverberated throughout the room as my hands planted heavily onto the headboard. I pushed back with the only organ in my body that had any strength and then matched him thrust for thrust as he began to groan. I knew he loved this position. He loved watching my back flex for him while my ass jiggled with every thrust he took.

  I wanted him to come inside of me just like this. Just so I could feel him collapse on top of me.

  He began to grunt, began to lose himself within me. His dick throbbed against my walls in time with the beating of my heart. I’d been so sure my pussy had no more to give, but it sprang to life, pulsing around him and coaxing his come from his body. His hands dug into my skin, hurting me in all the ways I wanted, all the ways I liked most. I couldn’t wait to see the marks in the morning. The bite marks along my shoulders. His fingerprints in my hips. His teeth marks along my chest. I couldn’t wait to take them all in before he opened his eyes in the morning. I couldn’t wait to climb on top of him and wake him up with the swells of my pussy.

  A crack that hammered down onto my ass cheek pulled me from my reverie as I cried out into the room.

  “Holy fuck, this ass. I love it so much, Olive. You’re so beautiful. So perfect. So luscious. Holy hell, your pussy’s incredible.”

  I shoved back into him as fast as I could go. My arms were trembling, and our sweat was drenching the sheets. His cock grew thicker and thicker inside of me, threatening to press against every single part of my pussy. I could feel my walls clamping down onto him, pulling from my body another orgasm that had been so viciously denied. My body trembled as my arms collapsed to the bed. My cheek hit the pillow as his assault rained down on my body. I lurched dangerously close to the bed, my head threatening to knock against the headboard.

  Then, I felt a warm sensation guard my head before Wesley kicked back up his thrusts.

  Time and time and time again, he pounded his dick into me. He grunted and groaned. He shook and quivered. His hand protected my head from the wall, making sure I was all right as my vision began to tunnel. My heart was hammering in my ears, and the electricity coursing through my veins rolled my eyes into the back of my head. Nothing was important any longer. Nothing had to make sense. All there was in life was me, Wesley, and the sound his dick made every single time he splashed back into me.

  “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Oh, Olive. You’re so perfect. So tight. So beautiful. Can you come for me? Can you do it one last time?”

  In that very instant, I knew I would. No matter what he asked of me and no matter where I had to go, if he asked it, I would give it. I allowed the fire and ice to take over my body. I allowed my pussy to clamp down onto his dick. I allowed myself to be thrown into a world I’d never seen before. A pleasure I’d never breached before. A line I’d never crossed before.

  Then, just as he buried his dick deep into my body, his balls smacked against my clit one last time.

  And that sent me over the edge.

  We fell together, his cock pumping me full of his come while my pussy pulled him closer and closer. His tongue lapped at my back while my toes curled, and I could feel the tightness in every single muscle of his body. His orgasm seemed almost painful, like the denial was too much even for him. Stream after stream of come filled me to the edge and then spilled over onto the bed below us. Wesley whispered my name like a prayer while my vision began to tunnel, and the moment my hips collapsed to the bed, Wesley’s body followed.

  I felt every single muscle of his pressed against me. I felt the way he trembled and shook. The way his lips couldn’t get enough of my skin even as his body screamed to stop. We lay there in our sweat and juices, trying to suck up enough air to get out the words we so desperately wanted to say to one another.

  But our actions portrayed it. Our actions had played out those words.

  I closed my eyes and felt myself slip into a peaceful slumber, but the moment Wesley slid off my body, it jolted me awake. I reached out for him, unable to move with my exhaustion, and he somehow found the strength to gather me up in his arms and move us to the edge of the bed. I laid against him as his lips found my ear, his breath shivering my skin even though my limbs couldn’t move.

  Then, he said those beautiful words that had taken us ages to speak.

  “I love you so much.”

  I found the strength to turn in his arms, and I placed a small kiss on the tip of his nose. I lost myself in the beauty of Wesley’s smile, my eyes fluttering closed when his thumb came up to trace my flushed cheeks. The two of us giggled together, somehow embarrassed at what we’d just done. But then, I finally destroyed the silence.

  “Where do we go from here?” I asked.

  I watched as Wesley’s eyes danced around my face. I could tell he was thinking, but I just wasn’t sure about what. It was a valid question after all. Destiny was gone, his past was no longer chasing after us, and we had admitted our love to one another after all these years.

  Where did we go from there?

  “Well, eventually we both have to get back to work,” he said.

  “Yes, that’ll have to happen,” I said, giggling.

  “I figured I could take you out on some actual dates. You know, where we eat and dress up and parade around and stuff.”

  “Oh, sounds nice,” I said. “I don’t know if we’ve done one of those yet.”

  “I don’t think we even did that in high school,” he said, grinning.

  “When would you like to do this new little date?”

  “Well, I work in the evenings for the rest of the week, but if you aren’t opposed to a nice lunch, I could take you out anytime this week.”

  “What about a nice breakfast?” I asked.

  “Oh, you’re gonna be my breakfast,” he said. “No one gets to feast off you but me.”

  “All right, lunch it is,” I said, giggling. “Wanna try lunch on Thursday?”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  I continued to search Wesley’s face, and he sighed before he pulled me closer. While getting a date on the calendar was nice, I wanted more. I wanted to know where we were going from here. What we were reaching to. What was going to become of us?

  “That wasn’t the answer you were looking for,” he said.

  “I love you, Wes. And when I say that, I don’t mean I love you just right now. I love you, as in I’ve loved you for years. I may not have known it, but that was the reason I kept myself cooped up as badly as I did. I cooped myself up from the world because I didn’t want anyone else but you. Not after we broke up, not after high school, not after any of it. The guys I tried to date, I just compared them to you. It wasn’t fair to them, and it wasn’t fair to me.”

  “I’m so sorry, Olive,” he said.

  “I’m not looking for an apology, Wes. I’m looking for where you stand. Because now you know where I stand, what I mean when I tell you that I love you.”

  My eyes searched his desperately. I could feel the panic rising in my chest, and it caused me to begin breathing erratically. My hands began to tremble, and suddenly, I felt vulnerable. More vulnerable than I ever wanted to feel with another person ever again. My hands scrambled for the covers, trying to pull them up onto my body as I pulled my gaze from Wesley’s.

  B
ut all he did was bring his hand down around my trembling hands before I could cover up my body.

  “Olive, I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know because I don’t have a plan. All my life, I’ve spent wandering. Drifting. Just sort of floating and trying to prove to the world that I didn’t have to open up to someone to get what I wanted. But now, I’m sitting in a boat I never thought I’d find myself in. I love you, Olive, but I don’t have a plan. I don’t have one because I don’t know where I am. I’m feeling things I haven’t felt in years. Feelings I’ve intentionally buried, but there is one thing I can tell you. One thing I can tell you for certain that I know will answer a lot of the questions you currently have.”

  “Well, what is it?” I asked.

  “There isn’t a thing I want to do without you, and there isn’t a memory I want to create that doesn’t have you in it. There isn’t a place I want to go without you by my side, and there isn’t a life I want to create that doesn’t have you by my side. I love you, and just because I’m in new territory doesn’t mean I want to walk it alone. I want to take you out and show you off before coming home and peeling you out of your clothes. I want to wake up with you in my arms and bury my face between your legs just so I can hear your sweet moans drip from your lips first thing in the morning. I want to take vacations with you and spend time with you. I want to tell women who flirt with me that I’m taken and then launch into a beautiful description of you. I don’t want anyone else but you, Olive. That’s what I mean when I tell you I love you.”