Wanted_Big Bad Brother

by Natalie Knight

  As I walk into the little kitchen of my apartment, I recall the phone call with my agent a day ago. The publisher was itching for a draft. I had promised to deliver soon.

  Just as I turn on my espresso machine my phone blasts out the tune of ‘You’re so hot.’

  “Hello sexy,” I purr into the phone.

  Laughter.

  “Hey gorgeous.”

  His deep melodic voice sets of a longing in every part of my body. I’m definitely floating after having jumped off that cliff.

  “What’s up?” I had not heard from him all day.

  “Just wondering if my angel wants to come over for dinner.”

  I instantly feel a lusty desire overcome me. Maybe we could start with dessert and skip dinner as soon as I get there.

  I barley recognize myself in these thoughts and I suppress a giggle.

  “Where are we going?” I want to know if I need to dress up or if I can just slip on my sandals and head out straight away.

  “I’m cooking.” Blake says and suddenly I can’t wait to be with him.

  It’s insane how this man has invaded every part of my life and taken over. In his presence I feel complete.

  It takes me less than five minutes to check my appearance and I’m out of the door.

  When Blake opens the door, I smile. He grabs me, pins me to the wall and kisses me. The kiss is demanding, forceful and mind-blowing. My thoughts turn to a molten mass of uselessness.

  When he releases me, I breathe hard and want more. Already I’m wet between the legs.

  I follow Blake to the kitchen.

  He hands me a glass of red.

  “Trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me.” I quip and take a sip.

  Blake throws his head back with laughter.

  Without warning he’s in front of me, hands on my breast and ass.

  “I know you’re putty in my hands.”

  My nerve endings tingle in anticipation. I smile. But evil thoughts try and force their way into my happy state.

  I can almost hear Dale’s taunts. Everyone knows you will be discarded.

  “Hungry?”

  “Sorry?” I didn’t hear the question.

  Concern registers on Blake’s face.

  “You okay?”

  I nod and force myself to smile. Stop those negative thoughts, I tell myself.

  “Are you hungry?”

  The low rumble of my stomach is an answer of sorts.

  “I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” I confess.

  “Excellent.”

  He leads me out onto the balcony where he has set a table for two with flowers and two tall white candles. I feel as if I’ve walked into a four-chef-hat restaurant.

  There are pale pink plates, proper silver cutlery and starched white serviettes folded into swans.

  “Take a seat.” He pulls out a chair. “I’ll be back with our meal.” I feel him kiss the top of my head before he turns.

  I watch him walk back to the kitchen. How many of his other models have sat here like this?

  Stop those thoughts, Kat.

  Briefly I close my eyes. Think about all the positive signs. He did agree not to use the painting. He’s cooking dinner.

  Yes, but we all know he discards his models like other men discard their underwear. Dale’s voice again.

  “Voila.”

  I didn’t hear Blake come back.

  In front of me waft the delicious smell of dinner.

  I cut a piece of steak and am instantly transported to another time. My grandmother had made the best steaks I ever tasted.

  “Not too rare?”

  I can hear the concern in his voice.

  “It’s perfect.”

  And it is. The meat is still a little pink but ever so tender.

  There is only one way I know how to push my doubts to one side.

  “I know you can cook from the first time you invited me over for dinner, but I didn’t know you are this good.”

  Blake winks at me.

  “I still have many talents you are yet to discover, babe.”

  The lump in my throat grows a little.

  “Really,” I try to sound light-hearted. I must not let Dale’s comments get to me. I must enjoy this time with Blake.

  “You’ll find out. All in good time.”

  I relax a little.

  I notice the way he is suddenly looking at me as I take a sip of my wine.

  “Do I have food on my face?”

  He shakes his head.

  “I can’t help but you stare at you. You are just so perfect.” He shakes his head. “The way you pick up your glass and wrinkle your nose ever so slightly as you take a sip is so unique about you. There are so many little quirks you have…I wish I could capture them all.” He sighs and smiles at me.

  My heart is beating a little faster. Does he mean what he is saying? Does he see more in me than simply someone to have sex with?

  I know I do. I know Blake completes me. But can I trust him? I trusted Dale and look where that took me.

  “Did I say something?” Blake leans toward me.

  I smile. Jump and float.

  “I’m fine, more than fine. I’m happy.”

  My lips part as they meet his. Instantly, fireworks rip through me. His tongue finds mine and I know what’s for dessert.

  Katherine

  “What are we doing, Blake…?” I ask him, the words bubbling up to my lips and escaping them before I can stop myself. I look into his eyes as he pulls back from my kiss, and I feel my heart melt as he opens into a smile.

  “We’re doing us ,” he replies fast, no hesitation to it. I have no idea what he means by that, but somehow I feel more relaxed.

  Still…I’m afraid. What am I doing with someone like Blake? I always thought that I’d end up with a run-of-the-mill guy, someone that would be nice to me, treat me right, and…I don’t know! I expected average, but instead I got Blake.

  Can I trust him? Can I allow myself to open up around him? I want to say no, especially after what happened between Dale and me. I don’t know if I’m ready to trust again, to surrender myself to someone…but it’s Blake we’re talking about, the man that cut through all the bullshit and saw the real me.

  There’s a painting to prove it.

  “You okay?” He asks me softly, placing his index finger under my chin and gently making me to look up and into his eyes.

  I don’t even bother with a reply. I just give him a quick nod and reach for him, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt and pulling him into me, my mouth hungrily looking for his. We lock lips then, and all thoughts of distrust and fear are carried away by the passion of his embrace.

  Before I know it, dinner has been forgotten. We’re both standing now, his hands on my waist and my breasts pressed against his chest.

  “I need you so fucking much,” he tells me, stopping our kiss just to tell me that.

  “I’m right here,” I whisper back at him, and he just responds by my picking me up, his strong arms behind my knees. I lace my arms around his neck and look into his eyes, running one hand through his hair as I try to read whatever’s on his mind.

  What did he see in me the first time? Why did he come after me? The scary thing is, if I want to see through his eyes, all I have to do is look at that painting.

  It portrays me, yes, but it also portrays the way he sees the world.

  Carrying me in his arms, he takes me to the living room. Laying me down on his luxurious leather couch, he climbs on top of me and crushes my mouth with his. I kiss him eagerly, pushing my tongue inside his mouth, and surrender to the desire making my heart beating rapidly.

  How did I end up here? Not long ago my life had a perfect trajectory – there was Dale, and there was a plan. Next thing I know my boyfriend is fucking some random woman, and I’m back to being single.

  Then Blake shows up, and the Earth jumps out from its axis.

  “I want you,” I tell Blake, and then nibble a
t his lower lip, smiling shyly as he takes me in his embrace.

  “Not as much as I want you.” He says, smiling back at me and running his large hands down the side of my body. “I’m desperate for you, for your body,” he whispers, and my heart almost explodes with the sudden desire and joy that floods my mind.

  I don’t know if it’s his tone of voice, or his choice of words, but I feel my pussy growing wetter and wetter.

  He kisses me hungrily again, sliding one hand under the hemline of my dress. His fingertips go straight to my inner thighs, and then he traces the contour of my drenched thong. I can almost feel the coiled tension that fills his muscles, desire making his heart beat faster.

  Completely out of control, I take my hand to his crotch and, feeling him hard and ready, I curl my fingers around his cock and give it a squeeze.

  “Is this for me?” I ask him, tightening the grip of my fingers.

  “All yours,” he replies, one hand of his pulling down the straps of my dress. He bares my black bra and, hooking one finger on the right cup, he pulls it down to reveal one hard rosy tip.

  I swallow hard the anticipation I’m feeling, and he dives into me as if he needed to feel my body in order to survive. I close my eyes as he wraps his lips around my hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth while he uses his tongue to circle it.

  I run my hands through his hair, disheveling it, and he uses his teeth to pull on my nipple. Gasping, I let him do it, and I start swaying my hips from side to side, trying to make him place the hand he has between my thighs on my pussy.

  And that’s exactly what he does – the moment I start to squirm, he makes me stop by flattening the palm of his hand against my aching pussy, pinning me down against the couch.

  “But I want this in return,” he says, flicking my thong to the side and brushing two fingers over my folds. I chomp on my lower lip as he does it, anxious to feel him inside of me.

  “It’s all yours…” I tell him, thrusting against his hand. “All yours…”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

  With that, he slides his middle finger inside of me, taking it straight to my G-spot. Holding his fingertip there, he uses his free hand to tug on the front of my dress and pulls it down until it’s bunched up around my waist. His hand then goes to my back and, when he finds the clasp of my bra, he pulls it free - grabbing the strap right between my breasts, he pulls on it harshly and the bra comes off with a tearing sound.

  Smiling, I crush my lips on his. Pressing both my hands on his chest, I place my fingers on the collar of his shirt and then just pull on it, making all the buttons pop out. They scatter around the floor with a pop-pop sound, and I continue what I’m doing, pushing his shirt down his arms.

  I take one second to marvel at the perfect muscles of his chest, all of them so ripped and toned that Blake could be a model and not a painter, and then I take my mouth to his nipple.

  The moment my mouth touches his skin, he starts flicking his wrist, his finger moving in and out of me at a frantic pace. He fingers me to the point of exhaustion, my fluids dripping down my thighs and pooling on the leather under me.

  “Fuck me, fuck me now,” I blurt out suddenly, needing him inside of me as much as I need the air to breathe.

  “You’re in a hurry,” he chuckles, still fingering me so hard that it’s a miracle my brain can process the meaning behind his words.

  “Oh, you bet I’m in a hurry,” I continue, my hands darting to his belt and unbuckling it. My trembling fingers grab the hem of his pants and I pull, his zipper going down by itself in a flash. Turning my wrist around, I flatten my hand against his hard cock and then grab it, moving my hand up and down and stroking him over the fabric of his boxer briefs.

  I do it for a few seconds, but then he slides one more finger inside of me and I just stop completely, my insides burning up as a sudden wave of ecstasy crashes against both my mind and body at the same time.

  “Well, if you’re in a hurry…” He whispers, leaning into me and dropping the words right against my ear. I moan as he slides his fingers out of my pussy, and then I grit my teeth and summon whatever’s strength there’s in me.

  Moving quickly, I push his pants and boxers down his legs, and he sits up on the couch afterward. He kicks off his shoes, and then steps out of his pants and boxers, standing up and towering over me in all his nakedness.

  He bends over, grabbing the bunched up dress, and pulls it down my body in a hurry. He throws it on top of his clothes, and then grabs the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and pulls on it harshly, ripping it out of me.

  “Much better,” he says, his eyes going straight to the wet patch of skin between my thighs. He offers me his hand and pulls me up to my feet. Then he forces me to turn around, and I place my legs back on the couch, baring my ass to him.

  I gasp as he smacks me hard, no warning at all. He lays his hand heavily against my ass cheeks, and then he does it again and again, hard enough to leave a red mark on my skin. A perfect memento of everything we’re doing. He does it until the pain turns into pleasure, my brain melting and dissolving.

  Then, he trades the violence of his smacks by the gentleness of one finger, brushing it up and down the length of my crack. I close my eyes hard, anxious for what’s going to happen next, and that’s when he grabs his cock and pushes it down, pressing it right against my pussy.

  This time I don’t even wait for him to thrust – I do it myself, throwing my body back against him and impaling myself on his cock.

  One loud scream erupts from my mouth as his long inches stab me in a fraction of a second, pushing my inner walls back in such a way that I just know I’ll be sore afterwards. The good kind of sore.

  Grabbing my hips, he starts ramming his cock into me viciously right from the start.

  We’re making love, yes, but we’re also straight up fucking. And, God, that feels so wickedly good. There’s a raw intensity to his movements, and it’s in that intensity that you can peel off all the bullshit and find genuine emotion.

  Supporting myself with only one hand, I take the other one to my pussy and start rubbing my clit with two fingers. I do it until my fingers are working at the same rhythm of his cock, and it’s a matter of seconds until I explode.

  Clenching my teeth, I hiss wildly as my pussy tightens up around Blake’s shaft. Feeling me even tighter, he thrusts even harder, and that’s when a violent orgasm simply explodes inside of me.

  I fall forward, collapsing on top of the couch as his cock pops out of me suddenly. I’m kneeling on the floor, arms and head on the couch in front of me, and all of me is a quivering and trembling mess.

  My muscles are twitching and spasming as if I’ve just been hit by lightning, and even though my eyes are open I can’t see a thing. My brain is burning, and all of its attention is devoted to processing the barrage of pleasure filling me up.

  “God, this was – ”

  “Amazing,” Blake says, finishing my sentence. The sound of his voice somehow gives me renewed energy, and I force my eyelids open and turn around so that I’m facing him.

  I find his cock is right in front of me, thick and hard and glistening with my juices. By the time I realize what I’m doing, I’m already grabbing him by the root and leaning into him, my open mouth ready to devour him.

  I close my eyes the moment I feel the tip of his cock over my tongue. I push my mouth down, allowing his twelve inches to slide all the way inside me, and I only stop when I feel my lips against the smooth skin around the base of his huge shaft. That’s when I open my eyes again, and look up at him. I smile – or, well, I would if I didn’t have his cock between my lips – as I imagine the view he has now: me, on my knees, and his cock filling my mouth.

  I figure being a man is fun because of stuff like that.

  The urge to breathe becomes urgent enough for me to take his cock out of my mind; but, while I try and catch my breath, I keep on stroking him. My hand flies up and down his shaft so fast th
at my movements become a blur, and I can’t help but grin as I see him close his eyes, an expression of pleasure washing over his face.

  For a fraction of a second, I think of stroking him until he comes, forcing him to spray his seed all over me…but then I realize that I’m not ready for that – there’s so much more I want to do right now. It’d be a shame if we ended this too soon.

  I tug on his hand, urging him to go down. He arches one eyebrow, curious, but goes down to his knees all the same. When his knees touch the floor, I let go of his cock and jump up to my feet.

  Standing over him, I tangle my fingers on his hair and pull him into me. Knowing exactly what I want, he takes his mouth straight to my pussy, grabbing my ass cheeks with both his hands.

  He licks and sucks at a frenetic pace, digging his fingers into my flesh at the same time. I just stand there, eyes closed and head thrown back, savoring the pleasure he’s giving me. I swear, Blake knows how to use his mouth as much as he knows how to use his cock.

  Taking one step back, I lean into him and place my hands on his shoulders. Pushing him back, I force him to lay down on the floor, and then I act fast; I place both my feet on the side of his head, and then lower myself.

  “Fuck, you’re good,” he says, his voice loaded with hunger.

  “I am,” I grin, sitting on his face and making it impossible for him to reply. Swaying my hips back and forth, I bend over and reach for his cock, stroking him fast. Wanting to please him as much as he’s pleasing me right now, I take my mouth to his cock and gobble it up once more.

  We remain like that for what seems like an eternity, devouring each other as if tomorrow doesn’t exist. I suck him so hard that I’m actually surprised he still hasn’t come, but that’s for the best – it means we can still keep going. I can’t say the same for myself, though. I’m on the verge of exploding again, another orgasm looming on the horizon of my mind.

  A violent urge to scream takes over me, and I slide his cock out of my mouth and just rest my hands on his ankles for support. He’s jabbing at me with his tongue, taking my pussy lips inside his mouth and licking them dry; at the same time, he’s spreading my ass cheeks wide, the tip of his fingers right on the edge of my ass crack.