My Brother's Best Friend

by Darcy Kent

  “Yes, one night Ryder.”

  He almost jumped for joy at my statement, but in a cool manly type of way not in a Richard Simmons type pansy-ass move.

  One night, I would spend one night with Ryder and the sexual energy we both felt for each other would evaporate, or so I thought.

  Chapter Four

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  I felt like I just sold my soul to the devil. Nerves everywhere, I could feel each tiny sensation traveling through me, igniting an obscene amount of tension behind my eyelids. Blurry vision and sweaty palms, a heartbeat that was borderline tachycardia, and a deep pitted feeling in the bottom of my chest which made me tingle when Ryder stood too close.

  We were headed to my apartment, via the subway, and I was silent as a mouse. I didn’t know what to say. What do you say to the guy who is about to rock your world? ‘I hope you don’t screw up’, no I couldn’t say that to him.

  His shoulders were back as he walked with all the confidence in the world. It only made me more nervous. Do I pounce on him as soon as I open my apartment door? Or do we talk first?

  With a feeling that maybe I had jumped the gun and was going to back out of our pre-arranged deal, I sat silently watching him as he glanced around the subway car looking for a place to sit his fine ass.

  I was giddy with the thought that soon, I’d be able to touch it. Maybe sink my teeth in it, don’t judge.

  This was it, this was the night. I hope I wasn’t putting too much pressure on myself. I stared out the window as Ryder silently sang the theme song to Cheers.

  “Be glad there's one place in the world

  Where everybody knows your name,

  And they're always glad you came;”

  After he sang the verse, he stared to me. “Are you going to be glad when you come, Helena?” he soothed.

  I stared into his eyes which were filled with laughter, and blushed. “If you can even make me come,” I retorted. Which I knew he’d be able to do, sitting this close to him I was about to lose it already.

  “Oh, I can assure you I will make you come a couple of times tonight.”

  “Cocky much? I doubt it, I’m a one-horse pony,” I said.

  “Trick?” He stared at me.

  “Or treat? What?”

  “It’s a one trick pony,” he said.

  “Oh, well , you know what I mean. I’m only good for one orgasm a night.”

  “That’s a shame.” He laughed.

  “It isn’t, I’m okay with it. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up,” I said.

  “Are we going to plan this whole thing out? I mean, if we are that’s cool just let me know and I’ll start taking notes.”

  Ha ha, I believe now he was making fun of me. But, in my head I was planning everything out. I felt like I had our night pegged down to the minute, but I wouldn’t let him know that.

  “You need to take notes for a fifteen-minute ordeal?” I asked, gazing into his deep, blue eyes.

  “Fifteen minutes? Is that all you’re allowing me?” He leaned his lips next to my ears and whispered, “I asked for the whole night with you.”

  Shivers tickled down my neck from the feel of his hot breath across my skin. Okay, so he would take longer than fifteen minutes which brought on more nerves.

  His hand traveled along the nape of my neck and my whole body came alive under his touch. Holy cow, what was he doing?

  He leaned in to touch his lips to my skin and I about jumped out of my seat. I needed to catch my breath, control the impulse to jump him right here on the subway, and to fucking think about what was going on.

  “Just let go, Helena.” There it was again, him saying my name all sexy and whisperey. I know whisperey isn’t a word, I see the red squiggly line, but it was all I could think about in the moment with Ryder’s hot lips along my skin. I was freaking out, and I didn’t know how to calm the fuck down.

  My hands shook as his hand traveled down my back. I leaned my head to the side, to give him better access and he took the hint. He plunged his teeth into my neck and sucked. Like hard, and I squealed like a stark raving lunatic.

  What was happening to me? This wasn’t how I normally reacted to a man’s touch. But, I wanted more, I craved more. I gulped trying to suck down as much air as my lungs could take.

  And then, he stopped and I missed his touch. I turned to face him and caught his big, cocky grin appear before me.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “You. I think I will be able to make you come at least four or five times tonight.”

  “Doubt it.”

  “Want to make a wager?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chiseled chest.

  “You want to bet on how many orgasms I’m going to have tonight?” I screamed. Again, I glanced around and noticed we were the only ones on the sub, and berated myself. I needed to stop shouting obscene things out loud.

  He laughed and shook his head.

  “Yes, if I can make you come four or more times tonight then you have to let me stay with you for a month.”

  “What? No way.”

  “Yes, come on I thought you were a one trick pony. So what have you got to lose?” he asked.

  I thought about it, I thought about it long and hard. “Why do you need to live with me if you have your own place?”

  “Because, it’s a…”

  Before he could finish I cut him off. “A long story, I know.” I thought harder. I knew I couldn’t have more than one orgasm, maybe two but in all of my twenty-five years of life I’d always had one. So I nodded, and smiled. “Okay, deal.”

  He glanced around the subway and then turned his attention back to me with a fire in his eyes, it shook me to my core.

  His fingers landed on the apex of my thighs and my head spun. He rubbed his fingers along my center as my breath caught in my throat. My eyes flew to the back of my lids, and I was panting….yes panting like a cat in heat.

  The sound of my zipper startled me and then Ryder’s finger was deep inside me, making me breathe heavier. I brought my hips up to meet each thrust of his fingers, and my chest constricted.

  Fuck.

  His thumb coiled around my clit, flicking and rubbing.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he breathed against my ear and I could barely hear him. The need deep within me was building and I knew I was close. He wasn’t even inside of me yet, we were on the shit damn subway, and I was so close.

  With a flick of his wrist, he went deeper and I moaned. I moaned so loud, I thought everyone in New York could hear me. I tried to stifle my cries, but couldn’t focus on anything but Ryder’s rhythm he was playing me with.

  I was coming unglued, unhinged, and I couldn’t stop moaning. And, then the cursing started and the intense feeling his fingers were causing inside me.

  “Helena, come for me,” he said as he went even deeper inside me. I gazed into his heated eyes and was amazed at how turned on he appeared.

  Gone was the bored look he’d had with whatever that chicks name was; he was enjoying himself.

  Arching my back, my thoughts became unintelligible as my walls clenched around his fingers. Like a wave crashing along the shore, my orgasm hit me like a freight train I’d never seen coming.

  Not only did it come, it wouldn’t stop. I kept pulsating around his fingers and my skin burned. Trying to breathe properly, I clutched onto his shoulders as I bucked my hips a few more times.

  In the afterglow of my tumultuous orgasm, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes. My body felt amazing and I didn’t want it to end.

  “That’s one,” Ryder said, breaking me from my reverie.

  Chapter Five

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  We hadn’t even made it to my apartment yet and I already had an orgasm, a mighty good one at that. When I turned the lock, we stepped inside my tiny apartment. There was an electrical current bu
zzing between Ryder and I which made me nervous. I let go in the subway, and he knew he could make me feel so good.

  “What do you want to do?” he asked.

  I stared at him, confused for a moment and then he grabbed me with both arms around my waist.

  “Just kidding, come here,” he said.

  He walked me back to my bedroom, and I felt lightheaded. He brought his lips crashing down to mine. This was the first time he kissed me, and his lips were softer than I had imagined.

  His tongue touched mine, and it was the perfect amount of saliva and sucking. Not too much, definitely not too little and I enjoyed every moment of it. His hands held onto me with such force, as if he never wanted to let me go.

  When we made it into my room, he broke away from me and gazed around. Taking in my bed and purple everything.

  “You sure do like the color purple huh?”

  I grabbed a purple strand of my hair and smiled. He stepped closer and kissed the tip of my nose. “It’s damn sexy,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.

  His touch was soft, much different than it had been on the subway. We both stood staring at each other until I went to sit on my bed. He ripped off his shirt, and then unbuckled his jeans. I stood back up and followed suit.

  His eyes were raging, and he couldn’t turn away. When I finally stood before him with just my bra and panties, he sucked in a breath. I sucked one in as well, he was fucking hot.

  He moved like a flash of lightning, encasing me in his strong arms. He lifted me up, and then I came crashing down on the bed behind me as his lips worked vigorously on my neck and breasts. I couldn’t control my shaky legs as he spread them before him.

  He pulled back as he laid me out. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispered in between breaths.

  I was sprawled out, ready and waiting as he removed my panties from my legs. He took them in his balled up fists and brought them to his nose and took a sharp inhale of breath, then tossed the panties over his shoulder.

  Grabbing me by the ankles, he yanked my ass to the edge of the bed. He fell to his knees and I swear... was he whimpering? I tried to sit up, but then his mouth was on my center in a matter of seconds.

  Oh God, this felt so good.

  I couldn’t concentrate on anything but his rapid movements of his tongue as he lapped at the apex of my desire. His finger entered my opening as I tried to relax. This was happening so fast, and my body was building, oh how it was building. I wanted him inside me, stop playing around and fuck me was all I could think, but I couldn’t form any words. I gazed at the top of his head as he worked me over.

  It was pure magic the way he played me like a fiddle, ok corny I know, but he did. He knew all the right spots and when his other hand put pressure on the top of my mound, I almost came crashing down around him.

  His skillful tongue continued as bright lights laced my vision. All the while, I tried not to think, tried not to think how close my body was to another orgasm. Then all at once, his tongue circled my clit, and I was a goner.

  Number two orgasm was coursing through my system at turbo speed and I couldn’t control my breathing.

  When he was done, and my breathing had returned to normal, he stood up. “You know what that was, right?” he said with a cocky grin.

  I slid up my two fingers as I gave him a peace sign people used in the 1970’s. He shook his head to me as he hopped onto the bed.

  My legs gave out, I was done…two orgasms, stick a fork in me and call it. But, he just gazed down to me and laughed.

  “What so funny?” I kicked my leg up to him as he towered over me on his knees.

  “You are.”

  “Is that so? What do you feel like a master of the universe because you knocked my socks off?”

  “Twice, I knocked your socks off twice. I think I should be proud.”

  “Whatever.”

  He leaned into kiss me, and again I was taken aback at how soft his sweet lips were. His touch was something I wasn’t expecting, but couldn’t not want. I wanted him. Even though this was absurd, and a one time knocking boots session.

  He leaned in closer, claiming, no…devouring my lips all at once. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think and oh I wanted him so bad. The tightening in my core, exploded like tiny flickers of desire and all of that madness. His eyes were alight with a burning passion as they bore into mine. Making me weak once more.

  I slid my hand along his chest, rock hard and his heart was trying to pound through, making me wetter than before.

  God, this man before me was so amazing. He’d already given me two orgasms, if theory proves I should be done, want nothing more to do with him, but yet here I was panting. Like a dog, panting, like a wild animal.

  What had this man done to me? What would he do to me? We hadn’t even had sex yet, I was hungry for him.

  “Do you want me?” his soft lips asked. His voice was raspy, out of breath even. And it turned me on even more.

  I couldn’t catch the breath I had been trying to since he walked through my front door. His hands ran across my chest, as his eyes watched their movement.

  His eyes were needy, hungry, and his lips curved into a smile.

  “Yes, I want you.”

  As if that was all he needed to hear, he launched himself over top of me, and sunk his teeth into my neck. My eyes rolled back into my head as I let him consume me.

  His body rocked on top of me bringing me back to this moment, I was insatiable, clawing at his back. With wrapped legs around him, he rocked into me once more.

  His hard length jutted out, and I took the time to gaze at it. Would that even fit inside me?

  He stared at me for a moment too long, and then bent his head to kiss me again. My head was all kinds of fucked up at this point, I wanted him inside me, near me, on top of me. At this point I didn’t care what he did to me, as long as he continued to kiss me like he was. I could taste myself on him, and it fueled my desire even more.

  I didn’t think about tomorrow, or what would come next. I was living in this moment with him, wanting him to give himself to me.

  He flipped me over and grabbed my hips. “I’m gonna fuck you so many times tonight, until you’re completely out of my system, understood.”

  I whimpered, like seriously whimpered as his words melted against the back of my neck. The heat he caused traveled the length of my body, exploding in my core.

  “Good, now bring me that ass of yours,” he said, grabbing my hips closer toward his hardness. I was on all fours, and he was on his knees behind me, rocking my hips into his groin.

  He ran his hand down my wetness, and growled at the contact. I was a blubbering, hot mess and couldn’t contain the effect he was having on my body any longer.

  He then ran a hand down my back, grabbing a fistful of hair in the process, wrapping it around his wrist.

  “Ready?”

  Boy was I ever.

  He rubbed his hard erection across my pussy, then grabbed something off the nightstand. When did he even put the condoms there?

  In my crazed sex induced mind I hadn’t even noticed the condoms thrown onto my nightstand. I heard the wrapper ripping, and steadied my body to wait for the pleasure I knew was coming.

  Once he had put on the condom, he pushed the tip of his dick into my inviting pussy. The feeling is unlike anything I could ever put into words. Tears stung my eyes, as I bit my bottom lip tasting the blood.

  He pushed his way deep inside me, and I let out a wail. A wail unlike anything I’d ever done before in bed. He groaned and moaned as he slid further inside me. “Fuck, you feel better than I thought you would.”

  Was that a compliment? I took it as one, and my ass pushed further into his chest. He was controlling me with every thrust of his hips and I was enjoying every second of it.

  His cock was so big, and moved in and out, in and out and was hitting the perfect spot deep within me. I felt myself begin to shudder as my legs gave out. I was lying face down
on the bed, and Ryder didn’t give up his passion-ridden fuck fest he was having with my body. I had to see his eyes, did he wear the same bored expression he had when he had fucked the girl in the break room? Was he enjoying this?

  I tried to turn around, but his hold on my body was too great. I finally wiggled enough and he slid out of me.

  “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he asked with confusion all over his face.

  I pushed him down onto the bed without saying a word. I climbed on top of his chest, and straddled his cock. With one movement, I sat down on his length as he let out a low, deep hiss. His head feel back against the pillows, and his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck,” he moaned.

  I rocked along his body, picking up speed as his eyes flashed opened. His eyes locked onto mine, as he grabbed at my hips. He sat up to take one of my breasts into his mouth. He sucked along my nipple and I leaned my head back, pushing my chest into him.

  Fucking Ryder was the greatest sex ever, and I didn’t want it to end.

  His head fell back to the pillows, and his eyes caught mine again. The intensity of his eyes knocked me to my core, and I couldn’t turn away. Even though I felt vulnerable, exposed as he stared at me, piercing into my soul.

  “You feel so fucking good, fuck.” His eyes wandered over my body briefly until they came back to meet mine.

  I felt my body heating up, building to the orgasm, the third orgasm I knew he would give me tonight. Let’s face it, the man was a sex god, one more orgasm, I could give him one more.

  So, I rocked harder, lifted my ass just a little to slam back down onto him. He hissed, growled, even cried a little as his body plunged deeper into mine. He reached his hand up to cup my cheek, and I thought I died and gone to heaven in that one romantic gesture. Shit. Don’t fall for him.

  He brought me down to meet his mouth, running his tongue along my lower lip. And as soon as our lips made contact, my body was crashing down all around him. My body shook my release and he wrapped his arms tight around me, riding the waves of his orgasm with me.

  Fuck me, I thought as my mind, body, and soul recovered from our recent romp in the hay. I couldn’t think straight, and I knew this was it. Orgasm number three, two more and then he could leave and we would never speak of this again. But, if I gave him two more, then that would mean he would be staying here with me for a month.