by Ali Parker
After picking it up, I pushed the door open and called out to my brother. "Let's go, dude. You know we're supposed to be at Mom’s by two."
"In a minute." My brother sounded winded. Strained. Hurt?
"What's up, Liam?" I walked down the hall toward the kitchen and stopped short. Some poor girl was on her hands and knees, her back arched hard as my brother knelt on the counter beside her and drilled her hard.
"Just finishing up, man. Give me five minutes. I'm almost there." He glanced up and nodded. "I like that shirt."
"Fuck, dude. Can't you warn someone?" I wanted to turn away, but damn if she wasn't taking it like a champ.
"Sorry, man. Last minute deal." He turned back toward her and gripped her ass before driving into her again. She moaned in tandem with his thrusts and the cabinets shook.
I turned and walked back to the living room as my body hardened, my blood raced. I needed Riley. Like now.
"Hurry up." I sat down, pulled out my phone and pressed my forearms to my knees. She didn't know how to get to my parents’ make-shift house in the hills. I shot her the address and requested that she not wear panties. I got back an eye-rolling emoji and a laugh. Simple, but it caused me to smile.
She was complex, layered, delicious.
"Sorry about that." My brother glanced down at me as he walked the girl to the door. He was of course butt-naked.
"Awww, man. Really?" I laid back and pressed my hands to my face.
"Don't be jealous, man." He chuckled and walked the girl to the door.
"Call me?" Her voice was insanely sexy. She had to be a hooker. People didn't talk like that. They practiced it in order to earn money off of it.
I bet Riley can talk like that.
My balls tightened at the very hope that she could.
"Probably not sweetie. You're a little too whiney when you moan. Work on it." Liam closed the door and turned to face me, his cock still standing at full attention.
"Ugh." I put my back to him and played on my phone as the fucker dropped down beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"You ready for this lovely event?"
"Get outta here." I pulled from him and stood up. "Go take a quick shower and let's go."
"No way. I love the smell of pussy and it always makes mom's nose crinkle while she tries to figure out what kind of cologne I wear." He laughed and headed down the hall.
"You're a sick, sick man, Liam Lewis."
"Thank you very much. I work hard at it."
I snorted and dropped the phone on the couch beside me as I let my thoughts go wild. I wanted to fuck like that so bad it hurt, but there was no way I'd injure a woman in the process. Unless I knew one that could take it. Like my girl.
I smiled and let the chuckle bubbling up in me out.
I was in love. So much so that it scared me.
***
"Boys!" My mother yelled loudly in an effort to get everyone in the damn house to pay attention to the fact that the celebrity had shown up. Her smile faded and her eyebrow lifted as she whispered. "You're late."
"Sorry, Mom. It's Liam's fault." I popped him in the chest and moved past her without so much as touching her. Liam was the one that made us late, which meant his punishment was hugging the old bat. He'd tried to come up with a million reasons why that was a horrible idea on the way over, but I won out.
It was his punishment, as sad as that was. To be raised by two people who really didn't give a shit about either of us was more depressing. We were adopted together when I was three, and simply a means to get more money from the government.
Where I was once bitter about it, I had my parents to thank for selling me off to the movie industry when I was only a kid. It set me on a hard path that turned into something I was beyond grateful for. I still hated both of them more than I cared to discuss, but it was what it was. I was a man, not a scared little boy anymore.
"Thank God for Deza." I walked into the elaborate kitchen and greeted a dozen people on my way to the drink table. The whole house came out of my paycheck, but I'd cut them off a few years back. Every penny I'd made before I was eighteen was theirs. Spent. Gone. Nothing for all the years I missed dances and football games, and making friends. I lived on the road most of my childhood, shifting from set to set. My adolescence for their grand adventure they called living it up.
"I hate these fuckers." Liam moved up beside me and grabbed a beer as the stiff guy behind the table started to object.
"Fuck off." I glanced up and barked at the poor guy.
"Girls are here." Liam patted my back and walked back toward the front door.
I followed him as my mother fumbled with trying to understand who the pretty women at the front door were.
"I'm sorry, you're with Liam and Ethan?" She sounded as if she didn't believe them.
"Yes, Ma'am," Riley said.
I gripped my mother's shoulders from behind and moved her to the right a little. "Mom, this is my fiancé, Riley and Liam's girlfriend, Charlotte."
The slinky black dress she had on fit her like a glove, and yet it was elegant, dainty, sexy as fuck.
"Oh, nice! So glad to meet you girls." She reached for Charlotte as I leaned around her and took Riley's wrist and pulled her toward me.
"Hi." I smiled down at her before cupping her pretty face and leaning in for a long kiss.
"Ethan! Jeez." My mom closed the door as I continued to kiss my girl.
She pulled back as her cheeks colored pink. "Sorry."
"No reason to be sorry." I couldn't take my eyes off of her. "I love this dress. You look incredible. Beautiful beyond words."
Everyone walked toward the kitchen, leaving us alone.
"Are you just saying that for your mom?" She smiled and my heart contracted.
"No." I brushed my thumb by her pouty bottom lip. "Absolutely not. Touch me. My body betrays me all the time when you're around."
"What?" She glanced down and let out the cutest yelp I'd ever heard before pressing herself to the front of me. "Ethan. Shit."
"Right? I'm almost embarrassed. Almost." I leaned down and stole a few more kisses from her. "Come on. Let’s go find a room and hang out."
"Hang out? Like you did with all the other girls when you were growing up?"
"Shit. I wish. My life was on a bus riding from one stage to the other." I took her hand and walked toward the kitchen. "You want something to eat?"
"Not really." The drop in her energy level had me on alert.
"What's wrong?" I stopped by the entrance to the kitchen and glanced over to see my brother holding on to Charlotte like he owned her.
"Just had a long day." She glanced away from me.
"Like how?" I touched her chin and forced her to focus on me.
"What the-" She leaned around me. "Your brother is kissing my friend."
"We really should stop that if you like Charlotte a lot. Is she a new college friend or like an old friend that you would protect with your life."
"Why does that matter?" She moved back in front of me and chuckled.
"Damn, you're beautiful, Ri. You're stealing my thoughts more and more." I leaned down and kissed her a few more times.
"Get a room. We are." Liam walked by, and I pulled from Riley and reached out to grab his shirt.
"Dude. No. Seriously." I tilted my head and gave him bro-code for hell no. The girl was off limits.
"What? Why?" He glanced down at Charlotte and smiled. "Ethan is telling me you're off limits. You the third member of his and Riley's fling?"
"Fling?" Riley asked as I stiffened.
"No. Not fling. He's being a cock." I gave her my full attention. "It's in his nature. I was trying to make sure Charlotte-" I glanced back up and they were gone. "Well, fuck. I swear."
Riley pulled me back as I started to go after them. "No. It's fine. She's a grown woman and she knows that he's only after a night of passion."
"Passion is a really strong word." I turned back to her and grabbed a beer o
ff a tray someone toted by before pressing it to my lips and drinking deeply.
"Wait. What's he after if not passion?"
I leaned down and pressed my mouth against her ear. "Have you seen those really nasty porns where the girl is getting drilled like a piece of meat? The guy's not interested in her pleasure, but only his own."
"Oh." She stepped back and glanced toward the stairs. "Really?"
"Yeah. He's a piece of work. I promise. We really should save your friend." I started toward the stairs and she stopped me again.
"But aren't there some girls in the world that like really rough guys that drill them all night?"
I swallowed as my cock started to dance in my slacks. "Really, right now? Just seeing you in that dress has me hanging over the edge of creaming my pants. Now you want to talk about getting drilled like a rag doll from behind."
"Wow. You just added a lot of adjectives to that sentence." She laughed and put her hand on my chest. "Charlotte can handle herself. She's fine."
"Is she one of those girls?"
"No clue." She licked at her lips subtly as the vein in the side of her neck beat wildly.
"Wait. Are you?" I lifted my eyebrow as every muscle in my body locked.
Please say yes. Oh fuck, please say yes.
"Maybe."
"Good enough." I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the stairs.
"Wait. I'm not messing up their night."
"Right." I glanced back and smiled at her. "You're making mine."
Chapter 19
Riley
"This place is huge." I glanced around as Ethan half dragged me down the hall. I'd never seen him so determined to get somewhere. "Hey." I pulled my hand from his. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fucking turned on." He reached out and opened a door. "Come on. Let's mess around. I wanna feel you against me."
"At your mom's house? Let's just hang out a little while and then go back to your place." I hadn't planned on giving into him, but the minute he started to unbutton his shirt I knew I was in trouble.
"Hell yeah, at my mom's house." He walked into the room behind him. "Riley. Come on, baby. I haven't stopped thinking about you since Thursday night when you left me hard and aching."
"We watched Grease and ate pizza." I walked into the bedroom and yelped as he closed the door and pressed me against it. His hunger was palpable, his hands greedy and grabbing at my flesh.
"We could be reading a storybook to a Sunday school class and I'd want you." He licked my neck and ground against me. "You're so perfect. Did you know that?"
I felt perfect when he told me I was. Every concern and worry melted in the face of his lust. Every one about Jace and my indecision to put my heart on the line with Ethan and be truthful about where I was.
"You make me feel like I am." I groaned as he slid his hands up my thighs, forcing my dress up.
"No panties?" He moved back and smiled at me.
"I like playing your games." I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair. What the fuck was I doing there?
"So hot." He moved down to his knees and forced me to drape one of my legs over his thick shoulder as he opened me up and leaned in to drink deeply from me.
Pleasure rolled through me in tantalizing waves as I rocked against him and let my inhibitions take a back seat. Jace was the only man I let see me acting like a whore, but it was time to let that relationship go and give this one with Ethan my full attention.
I gripped his hair tightly and rocked my hips, fucking his mouth as he gripped my thighs tightly and locked eyes with me. The hunger in his gaze was enough to keep me there as long as he demanded it of me. His eyes fluttered closed as he groaned against my flesh and that was it. White hot electricity shot out of my stomach, weakening my knees and forcing me to grip his shoulders to stay upright.
"Mmmhmmm. More," he mumbled against my flesh and worked two fingers into me.
"No," I whimpered as the sound of someone coming down the hall filled me with fright. "Ethan. Someone is coming."
He glanced up. "Lock the door, baby."
"No. Let's go back to your-" I moaned as he pressed his mouth back against me and drove his fingers deep inside of me, working me like I'd only dreamt someone would. I lost myself within a matter of minutes, pressing against him and riding the high as long as I could.
"So good." He licked my pussy once more before moving back and sucking on his fingers. The smile on his face was beyond naughty.
"What?" I pressed my back to the door as my dress slid down my legs.
"You are one of those girls." He stood up and laughed. "I'm so fucking thrilled."
"Oh yeah?" I reached out and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. "Why is that?"
"I thought you wanted to make love. You know... have something softer."
"I thought you did." I smiled and crawled onto his lap as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Not that I minded. It was the first time anyone's gone really slow with me."
He pulled me down for a long probing kiss. I melted against him and sucked on his tongue as the fire between my thighs ignited once more.
"I like you any way you come, Ri. I just want you to come." He ran his hands over my ass and pulled at my dress until he had my flesh in his grasp. "You want it slow tonight, or do you want me to fuck you in a way that has you crying out for help?"
I swallowed and glanced up toward the ceiling. What was he asking of me?
"I don't know," I whispered and turned my attention back toward him.
"Let's figure it out, all right?" He stood and picked me up before turning and putting me on my back. "Take your dress off. I wanna see your tits jiggle."
There was nothing to say, so I pulled my dress over my head and unbuckled my bra as he finished stripping and put a condom on.
"I've imagined this a million times." I laid back and stretched my arms on the bed above me.
"Me naked or us fucking?" He ran his hand down the center of my chest, stopping only to squeeze my breasts for a moment.
"Both." I arched into his touch and pressed my feet against his perfect stomach.
"For how long?" He gripped my ankles and extended my legs until they lay flat against his chest, leaning over to the side of his neck. He glanced over and kissed my feet softly as he pressed just inside of me.
"Since I was a teenager."
"I got a class-A stalker on my hands." He rolled his hips, massaging my entrance.
I gripped the sheets and pressed down toward him as lust drenched me from every angle. "A lover. Not a stalker."
"I like that. You set our pace. Slow or fast. Shallow or deep?" He gripped my knees and pressed forward, impaling me with one hard stroke.
I cried out and pressed my teeth into my bottom lip. "So good."
"Yeah, you are." He moved back a little and gripped my legs, using his leverage to fuck me slow and deep. I'd never imagined in a million years that I could handle a guy of his size, though I wanted to. I'd convinced myself that I would make it work. But it did work. So good. Without any effort. I was so sloppy wet it was embarrassing.
"Faster," I moaned and opened my legs, bending my knees and pressing my feet against his pectoral muscles.
"Like this?" He gripped the very top of my thighs and jerked me to the edge of the bed, my ass almost hanging off as he drove into me faster and faster.
"Fuck," I moaned and lost myself in another orgasm. So big. So powerful.
"Drench me, Ri. Let yourself go."
I moaned again, the sound guttural and so far beyond needy.
"More." He drove into me harder, opening me up and leaving nothing but pleasure racing through me. "I want more from you."
"Take it," I panted, unable to catch my breath. "Anything you want."
He worked me through another orgasm before moving us up the bed and pressing himself to the top of me. The love in his eyes scored me, scared me, threatened to break me open.
"What do you want from me?" He brushed his nose by mine.
"A friends-with-benefits relationship? We fuck and take care of each other? Go out and have fun from time to time?" He drove back into me and my head came up off the bed as pleasure danced in my stomach.
"Yes. That sounds so good." I wanted more.
Tell him. Tell him that you want love.
I rolled us over and ignored the voice pounding in my head.
"Good. You want it? Ask for it and I'll give it to you, Riley." He pulled me down to lay flush against him as I pumped my hips, massaging him with my body.
"I want it. I need it." I pressed my face against his neck, kissing him softly as I rode him hard. The combination felt so good, so right. I needed the night in his arms, to lay beside him until we got up the next morning and started all over again.
If sex was all I was going to get with him for the time being, I wanted a lot of it. It was filling the lust and love buckets in my life.
He wrapped his arms around me and turned his face toward me. "Kiss me while I come."
I pressed my lips to his and bobbed up and down on him as fast as I could. I love you was on the tip of my tongue, which I bit as hard as I could to keep it locked behind my teeth.
"Slower." He pressed his head against the mattress beneath us and groaned, trapping me to him with his strong hands gripping my ass and forcing me back into making love.
Another orgasm built up inside of me, and I pushed up on his chest, leaning over him as I moved sensually, dancing as we fucked.
"There it is. Right there." He gripped my breast and kept the other hand on my ass while he thrashed below me, pumping his hips in a way that had me cresting over the edge with him. I made sure to milk him through his explosion before dropping down on his chest.
"That was incredible." I glanced up at him, my cheek pressed to his chest.
"Marry me?" He smiled and brushed my hair back.
"Absolutely." I closed my eyes and tried to still my beating heart.
If only he were being serious.
