Wanted_Big Bad Brother

by Natalie Knight

  I'm starting to feel enthralled by this girl. She weighs heavily on my mind each moment of the day, and tonight I just can't drag my eyes away from her.

  I hold her close, and she backs her hips into me as if she wishes we were fucking right here on the dance floor. I imagine doing it in the middle of the club with everybody watching, and my cock hardens even more, to her obvious delight.

  I want to do it. I want to fuck her right now. But then I see Olivia walking towards us. She's about to interrupt the moment.

  "Oh hi, Olivia, now I have you both in my arms. I'm the luckiest guy in the club." The alcohol's making me feel even cockier than usual.

  I begin to pay attention to Olivia and this drives Allie nuts. So I do it even more. She storms off the dance floor back to the bottle of vodka waiting for her. She can drown her sorrows if she wants to. Right now, I'm going to make her think I’m into Olivia.

  But then I see some guy approach Allie at her table. It's a sight I can't fucking handle. It's fucking torment for me. I feel possessive of her and I don't even know why.

  But all I can think is that she's mine. She's mine to fuck with, at least for now.

  "Let's go back to the table." I pull Olivia off the dance floor and she looks dismayed.

  She can see what's going on between Allie and me. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

  "This is a private table," I say to the guy.

  Then I turn to Allie with dark eyes. She better never even consider talking to another guy besides me.

  "So, were you flirting with that guy?" I ask her point blank.

  She looks at me with fury in her eyes.

  "Why do you even care? You brought another girl tonight. That was not cool."

  At least she's being honest. I'll give her that.

  "No one said we're exclusive Allie, you should've known that," I say, taking a heavy drink of vodka.

  "Come on, Xavier. You invited me out here tonight. You brought her to make me jealous. You have to know she's the girl that stole my spot on the shoot. And that makes it even worse. You brought her out of all the women you could've chosen. You're trying to hurt me."

  Her words shock me. I am trying to hurt her. In more ways than she can even count. But I didn’t expect her to be so in tune with that.

  Something about it suddenly feels so wrong. And yet being with her tonight like this feels so right. I plan on taking her home. I fucking need to. To claim her yet again.

  Olivia comes to the table and I can tell she's feeling totally awkward about the whole situation. She doesn't belong here. She was a pawn in my game and now I'm done with her. I'm all about Allie now.

  "I think I'm gonna go, guys. I've had enough of this," she says, but neither of us are even listening.

  Allie's just staring at me with rage in her eyes and it turns me on so damn much. I want her to take her rage out on me in the bedroom. And I want to show her mine.

  She deserves to be punished for what she did to me, in more ways than one. I plan on showing her exactly what she missed out on in high school. And she will make it up to me.

  Olivia takes her leave but Allie's still fuming.

  "Your date is gone," she says.

  "Maybe I don't care," I say.

  "I don't understand your angle. Why would you want to make me jealous like that? What have I ever done to you?"

  Damn. If only she knew. The fact that she doesn't even remember me just burns me up inside. It makes me so angry with her all over again.

  I wish I could tell her all of that now. But I hold my tongue. As usual.

  "Your jealousy tells me that you really, really want me, Allie," I say, casually sipping my drink.

  I called her out and she doesn't like that. Her eyes blaze with fury.

  "You don't know anything about me, Xavier. You think you can have any woman in the world, but the truth is, you're just like every other guy. There's nothing special about you being a player. I think you should know that."

  She's so frustrated that I can tell she's about to leave. Fucking walk right out on me. But I can't have that. I'm not done with Allie yet.

  "Come back to my apartment with me," I say, testing her boundaries.

  If she comes with me, I'll know that I have her. If she goes, then at least I'll see she has one shred of integrity left in her body.

  "No, Xavier."

  So she wants to escape.

  "You can't jerk me around like that. There's no way I'm going with you."

  Wow, she actually shut me down. Who would have fucking thought it?

  But then again, she will be coming home with me. I have no doubt. I always get what I want. Especially in terms of women.

  "Come on Allie," I say, taking her arm. "You know you want to come up with me. Just give into it."

  I lean into her and kiss her softly at first, and then more aggressively. This will convince her. After this kiss, she'll be mine. Just watch.

  "Xavier, I don't want to be treated like this," she says in a low whisper.

  I kiss her again and I feel her body giving into mine. She wants it bad. I can only imagine how wet she is under that tiny little skirt she's wearing.

  And I have to know for sure. I move my hand up her skirt and start to finger her, delighted to know she's not wearing any underwear. I push my fingers into her forcefully, giving her just a taste of what's to come if she comes back to my penthouse with me tonight.

  She's moaning and whimpering. I'm doing it all undercover and no one can see us. It's so hot to take her like this right here in the club. I want to take things one step further. I kiss her passionately and then I get up. I pull her up too so that she can follow me...straight to the penthouse.

  I told you she wouldn't be able to resist for long. And now I have her. I lead the way through the throngs of people at the hottest club in town.

  Soon we're in my private elevator making out. She's ready for it. I'll have her begging by the end of the night, and that makes vengeance all the more satisfying.

  Soon she'll realize that I'm not what I seem, but not tonight.

  Allie

  Xavier and I are making out in his elevator. I know it's his because I was here before, back before I knew he owned the penthouse and was an obvious billionaire.

  I'm still confounded by that. Does it come from family money? What's his deal? I know he works for Hard Pressed but that's about it. Does he have a side job? Execs make a lot of money but nowhere near enough to afford penthouses and limousines like his.

  Xavier's a mystery to me still, but I'm not about to let some pesky questions ruin this moment.

  Because right at this moment I have my legs around the hips of the hottest man on earth. He's got my back pressed against the elevator wall and we're damn near fucking.

  After a night of drinking and hostility, I'm ready to let it all go, I'm ready to come. Knowing him, bastard that he is, he'll have me waiting and begging for it. He likes to dominate me, to dictate when I come. I learned that quickly.

  And I'm okay with it because that lack of control on my part lets me release my inhibitions all the more.

  He buries his head in my neck and kisses me and lightly bites me. He's practically growling in my ear.

  We had a night of furious back-and-forth dialogue. Both of us want each other so bad and yet for his part, he's somehow resisting me and I don't know why.

  Just as I'm starting to think about Olivia and wonder why he brought her on her date, the elevator stops, and my thoughts are interrupted.

  Xavier escorts me inside to his lavish penthouse. It looks more glamorous at night, with the twinkling lights of the city as the most intoxicating backdrop.

  I don't even have time to ask for a drink because he's leading me towards his oversized gray sectional. He pushes me down on it gently before going about removing my clothes.

  He strips me down and I help him, anxious to feel his giant cock inside of me. I fumble with his pants but he stops me with one hand.

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nbsp; "No, I'm in control here," he says.

  He undoes them with his own hands and steps out of them before wordlessly motioning for me to kneel before him.

  I'm naked, and his eyes are lustful as he takes in my body. It seems like he can't get enough of me.

  I'm on my knees and the plush carpet helps to make it more comfortable. He grabs my head with his large hands and forces me to take his cock down my throat. I can't say I don't enjoy it, but it's kinda hard to think when you have a 10-inch shaft sliding in and out of your mouth.

  I suck and swallow and try to tease him with my tongue. But none of my own tactics work. He's in charge here and he's making that perfectly clear.

  He's thrusting into me, fucking my mouth, and it's so damn hot. My eyes start to water as I can hardly breathe around his huge cock. His length is so big that it's hard to handle the size of him.

  He pumps and thrusts and finally comes, shooting hot cum down my throat. It tastes so fucking good, but mostly it's the thought it being his essence that turns me on until I feel delirious with desire.

  The taste of Xavier's cum trickling down my throat and down the sides of my mouth has me feeling hot and tense, with my heart fluttering in my chest.

  I'm ready to have him inside of me, to have my own release.

  This night has been so hard seeing him with another woman. And verbally sparring with him all night with the absence of any true physical connection has been torture. I'm getting him now, at last, and I'm ready for it.

  I try to pull him down to the couch so that I can get on top, but as usual, he stops me. It's always this way, I'm coming to find out. But I need to trust him because every time he takes control, I'm led towards something new that I didn't even know I was missing. He fills me up and I always reach new heights of bliss.

  He sits on the couch, fully naked now. I will never get used to his gigantic, sculpted frame. He looks like the finest specimen of man on earth.

  I'm aching for him to fuck me and I know I won’t be disappointed.

  He grabs my hand as if to say it's okay. I look at his gleaming cock and can no longer hold back. I get on top of him and ease myself down onto his massive shaft.

  Inch by glorious inch, he's entering me, and I'm almost ready to come just thinking of the power of the man behind the cock.

  He lifts my hips up and down easily so that he finds a steady rhythm that I follow. I circle and grind on him, but most of all I feel connected.

  This isn't the same angry sex we had the other day.

  That was mind-blowing, but I feel more in tune with him tonight. Maybe it's because we're both a little tipsy, I don't know. But things are different.

  I'm in sync with him emotionally and physically. We're fucking so hard and I scream out his name as it gets more intense.

  "Xavier, I'm gonna come," I say, with a slight tone of desperation in my voice.

  "Okay, baby, come. I want you to come for me," he says.

  See, he's acting nicer already.

  I move my hips around his cock and it feels so good, my G-spot is aching for it. My whole body starts to vibrate and I'm on the precipice of a thunderous orgasm.

  I breathe, scratch my fingernails into his shoulders, and ride him hard, to the point that I reach oblivion.

  Waves of ecstasy flow within my entire being. It's just him and me now as the world dissolves, everything disappearing except the feeling of my pussy gripping his cock as I convulse and shake.

  I cry out and this seems to make him want to come also. He holds my hips steady and then crashes into me from underneath.

  His cock is covered with my cum and he slides into me quicker. The slick sounds make me crazy with lust. I'm riding the waves of the last orgasm but I feel a new one coming right on its heels.

  "Uhh, I'm gonna come again," I moan.

  My words seem to make him happy and a smile crosses his face. He's getting his fill and so am I.

  He's fucking me so hard and the sensation of it is almost too much. My body feels like it will shatter into a million pieces with another orgasm. Each wave heightens the next.

  My emotions are torn. I fucking love this guy and I fucking hate him.

  I grip his neck and hold him close because I'm gonna come again. He sucks my tits and it's all over for both of us. He and I come at exactly the same time together, as one in unison, and it's fucking amazing.

  He lets out one hard gasp as he reaches his climax. I'm in mine and he can likely tell because my pussy is tightening around his cock, milking every last drop of cum from him. Our cum mixes together and slides down my thighs.

  "That was incredible," I say, almost whimpering.

  It was the relief we both needed all night long. It's what we both wanted and yet neither of us seem prepared to admit the extent of our feelings. I think he has this same weirdly twisted mix of love/hate that I do.

  He holds me still on his lap for a couple minutes as he pumps every last drop of cum into me. My heart starts to calm down and I sink back down to earth.

  He pulls out of me. I let go of his neck and get up, walking to the bar naked.

  "Fuck, that was so good. Mind if I make a drink?"

  He's looking at me with wonder. I'd give anything to know what he's thinking.

  "I'll make you one too," I say.

  I reach for his top-shelf liquor and pour us both a shot of vodka. First, I shake it with ice so that it will go down cold.

  I bring him the drink as he lazes on the couch. He's watching me. I think it's his new favorite hobby.

  I love to tantalize him with my body. I walk around naked to make sure he swiftly gets hard again.

  "To us," I say, joining him on the couch.

  He has an odd expression on his face, as though he's questioning my motives or something, like he doesn't trust me. What the fuck?

  Once again, a mysterious element surrounds him and I think I'm risking everything by being with yet another bad boy. What am I getting myself into?

  But I ignore his odd expression, not wanting to ruin the moment.

  We clink glasses and down the vodka. It's smooth and it does the job of taking the edge off. It helps me to relax into the pleasurable rebellious sensations that are still pulsating throughout my body. My body is betraying me with this guy. I know I shouldn't, but I really must.

  Life is never boring with Xavier. I wonder how much longer it will last?

  Xavier

  Having just slept with Allie after a long night of back-and-forth exchanges and sexual tension between us, I feel pretty fucking good. But I'm not done with her yet.

  I can't seem to get enough of her. Allie is everything I've dreamed of and more. And yet I'm dismayed because I have these conflicting emotions of wanting to love her and to make her mine, and of wanting to punish her for the pain she caused me in the past.

  I don't know how much of that emotional turmoil is driving this lust driven behavior, but I can't seem to get my fill of her.

  Right now, she's sauntering about naked in my apartment and the view is pretty damn good. Allie has a smoking hot body and I'll never tire of watching her face.

  Her body against the backdrop of the city that infiltrates every view from the penthouse is perfect. She could be a true supermodel if she tried. She's all legs and limbs, everything streamlined and tight.

  It's not every day you see a body like this. I know she had a bad agent, but I still don't understand how she's not risen to the top. How is she not gracing every runway under the sun?

  That I'll never know, and she may not either once I'm done with her career, but I shift those thoughts out of my mind for the moment.

  She brings me a shot of vodka and we clink glasses before I take it down in one smooth mouthful. She's made sure to make use of my most expensive bottle. This girl likes the life of luxury even though I'm sure her modeling affords her practically nothing.

  I wish I could say that Allie has more extravagance coming to her in the future, but at this point I don't know w
hat the future holds for Allie. Her career will be at a standstill, all because of me.

  Maybe she's starting to break down my walls. I wish she hadn't betrayed me in the past and I didn't have to be this guy, this person out for revenge. But I have to. Who am I to say it won't happen again?

  No, no way. I have to keep my guard up. I can't let her penetrate my fortress, my guarded heart.

  She's charismatic and she has an infectious personality, but I can't let that sway me from my past and my path of destruction towards her.

  For the time being at least, I have her holed up in my place and she's all mine. I wanted to claim her all night long in that club. I don't even know why I brought Olivia when I only have eyes for Allie.

  There's an unspoken tension between us, of desire unfulfilled. It lingers and it's palpable and obvious. I know she feels it too; how could she not?

  I like her not knowing exactly where she stands with me, though. It gives me all the power and I like it that way.

  "Okay, Allie, come on." I beckon her to follow me back to the bedroom.

  I intend to claim her over and over throughout the night. I want her to be so sore from the size of my cock that she's remembering it with pure satisfaction for the next couple days. She'll remember me forever. I have no doubt.

  She and I are both definitely a little tipsy right now, and that last shot of vodka didn't help. Or did it?

  I pick her up and throw her down onto my enormous bed. Here I can have my way with her.

  She's waiting there for me and she looks so small, so fucking fragile. Her vulnerability turns me on and it makes me feel possessive of her, like I would kill anybody that laid a hand on her that wasn't me. She's all mine.

  I shut the door and the room's pitch black. I can feel the shift in her demeanor and she's quivering in hopeful, anxious anticipation of what I'm about to do to her.

  The low lighting turns on and I go to the drawer of my armoire and pull out a couple of things. I have the silk blindfold that she wore before. I like her to feel me, not see me. I also grab a silk tie. Might as well take this thing even further.