Knocked Up by Her Brother's Enemy

by Penny Wylder

  I’m not trying to hold him back. I’m ready. The pool between my legs is evidence enough. If he could get me that close to coming by just using his fingers, I have no doubt of his abilities anymore.

  He shakes his head, tracing his finger around my bellybutton. “No, I want to torture you first.”

  My eyebrows go up and I meet his mischievous gaze.

  He continues. “I want to bring you right to the edge before denying you. Push and pull until you think you’ll lose your mind. By the time I finally allow your body release, you’ll feel it in your bones, your skull, your teeth.”

  “Yes, I want that,” I say desperately, barely able to get the words out through ragged breaths.

  I’m frantically trying to peel off his clothes, but he’s not making it easy for me. After several more failed attempts, he finally stands up. I stay on the bed, propped up on my elbows and watch as he kicks off his boots. Slow and sexy, he takes off his shirt, revealing again, the most beautiful male body I’ve ever seen. Perfect columns of muscle that create a six pack. The trail of hair and an extremely sexy V that points down to the treasure between his legs.

  He slowly unbuttons his jeans, then unzips them, drawing the time out, making a show of it. His big, hard cock tightens his jeans, making it somewhat of a struggle to get them off, but when he finally does, it’s worth the wait. Even with his boxers on, it’s easy to see he’s gifted size-wise. There’s a dark spot on his gray boxers, wet from pre cum.

  “I want them off,” I say, sitting up. “I want to see everything.”

  “You first,” he says.

  I waste no time, and reach back, undoing my bra and tossing it across the room.

  He makes a sound of approval and with a touch of whimsy in his voice says, “Those are incredible.”

  My breasts have always been a flytrap for men. Even Stephanie always makes comments about how perfect they are. Not too big, not too small. Full, round, natural C-cups. I’m quite proud of them, actually. Especially after seeing the look on Heath’s face.

  I stand up and kick off my boots and socks and take off my jeans so that we’re both in our underwear.

  “Now your turn,” I say, pointing to his boxers.

  His smile removes any of the residual fears or hesitation I had about hooking up with a stranger. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and he pulls them down. My eyes open wide, drinking in every ounce of him. His cock is steel-hard, thick and proud, the tip of the head reaching up to his bellybutton. My pussy flexes instinctually, as if my body is warming to accommodate his size. I’ve never been with a man this big before, and I start to wonder how easily I can take him. He’s even bigger than my dildo, which is a good seven inches.

  I’m in disbelief that I’m here right now. This gorgeous man stripped down in front of me. Crazy how I woke up this morning with plans to get coffee and go shopping. Now I’m here. And to think it all started with a mistake. Something stupid I said on the internet. If only all the stupid things I say could end with such a reward.

  I want him bad but he refuses to give himself to me right away, even with my arms stretched toward him, begging. He has more self-control than I do. Probably from all the women he pleasures on a regular basis. I’m just one of many. Another notch on his belt. I don’t know why I’m jealous, but I am, and the thought of him with all those other women takes the fire out of me.

  He must see it in my face, because he comes closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist, hands rubbing the bare skin of my back. “You’re so beautiful,” he says. “More beautiful than any other woman I’ve ever been with.”

  There’s a flutter in my stomach even though I’m sure he probably uses that line on all of them. But he says it so convincingly that I buy into it—if only for the moment—hook, line, and sinker.

  I remind myself that this isn’t a relationship. I’m not here for love. He’s the O-Maker, and right now, I’m here to get my damn O.

  Grabbing the sides of his face, I say, “Kiss me.”

  He does. And it’s a messy, wonderful, frenzy of a kiss. He pushes me down, forcing my knees apart and sinks between my legs. At first his fingers flirt with the soaked fabric of my panties.

  He rubs me vigorously, kissing my inner thigh. He wasn’t joking when he said this would be torture. I want him so much I feel half out of my mind.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says.

  “I …”

  I thought I knew what was supposed to happen next in this dance, but it turns out I don’t. I’m not sure what I want because everything I’ve had done to me before with other men hasn’t worked. But that’s what I’m used to, so it’s just expected. Now it seems like whatever Heath is doing is what I want. Like he knows my body better than I do.

  “I don’t know,” I admit, embarrassed.

  I’m sure he was expecting some confident tigress in the sack, and instead he got this confused mess. How disappointed he must be.

  He looks curiously at me. I have to say, there’s nothing sexier than a man looking up at me from between my legs. This man in particular.

  He gets this cheeky smile that I’m starting to realize is a signature of his. “I guess that’s a problem, isn’t it? No wonder a guy has never given you an orgasm before. He’s flying blind down here.”

  “You seem to know what you’re doing just fine,” I say.

  He bites the soft skin of my inner thigh, making me jump a little. “That’s because I know how to read a woman’s body,” he says. That jealous beast inside of me rears its head again at the mention of other women, and I again try to force it down, but he’s making it difficult. Maybe he’s doing it on purpose. Maybe that’s part of the torture he was talking about. If so, I don’t like it.

  “Like when I do this …” he says, and touches the skin just above my clit. I let out a slow breath. “Right there your body just did a hundred different things that tell me you liked that. Your breathing changed. Your ass raised off the bed just the slightest bit as if your pussy were reaching for my finger after I took it away. The way your mouth parted.”

  “If you’re so in tune with a woman’s body, then why did you ask me what I wanted in the first place?” I ask.

  He continues to touch that very delicate spot above my clit, rubbing in circles. I’ve never had a man touch me there for any length of time. It’s usually bypassed, going straight to the clit.

  He shrugs. “I just wanted to hear you talk dirty, make you think you have a say in all the things I plan to do to you.”

  “Oh, well then,” I say matter-of-factly. “Then fuck my pussy.”

  He lifts his head, looking at the ceiling in thought. “Hmm. No. I mean, yeah, you’d probably get off at this point if we just fucked, but you’re not getting off that easy. I want you to beg for it. I want you starving for it.” Another flick of his fingers above my clit has me almost jumping out of my skin. I can’t focus on his words, I’m so out of my mind with want.

  I spread my legs wider for him. “Do what you will.” I’m practically begging. Can’t he hear it in my voice?

  I’m lying on my back, head on several pillows, inclined just enough to see what’s happening. My heart hammers in my chest. As he starts to touch me, my body comes alive, leaning into his every caress. His hands start at my knees, teasing, tickling their way down to my center. His eyes stay steady on my face.

  I’m trying to keep calm, to keep from grabbing onto the back of his head and pressing his face into me. This is a moment I need to savor because who knows when the next time will be when I find myself in bed with a man as incredibly sexy as Heath. Guys like him don’t grow in these parts too often. He’s like some rare orchid and I can’t believe I’m lying here, exposed to him.

  His finger slips into the cleft between my legs, sliding easily along my wet flesh. When he barely bumps his hand against my clit, I nearly come undone. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff and already I’m feeling the pressure in my core, th
at same wonderful buildup I’d felt when he fingered me in the dressing room at the store.

  Once he’s massaged my outer lips, he spreads my inner lips and covers my pussy with his eager mouth. My hips come off the bed, thrusting toward him. His tongue starts to explore, leaving no surface untouched.

  When he comes up for air, he licks his lips and says, “Your pussy is as sweet as it smells. Just how I imagined it would.” His voice is velvet, dripping with lust.

  He doesn’t wait for me to respond before diving back in, plunging his tongue into me. He works it in and out, drinking his fill and going back for more.

  When he surfaces again, he says, “Rub your clit for me. I want to see you work it.”

  I do as he asks, rubbing the hard nub, pulling the skin back off the hood of my clit, opening myself up to him. I’m his slave, willing to do anything to please him at this point as long as he keeps making me feel the way he’s making me feel.

  As he tongue-fucks me, a cry of ecstasy bursts from somewhere deep inside of me. I open my eyes. Did I make that sound? I hadn’t meant to. I’m a little embarrassed about it to be honest. I’m hardly ever noisy in bed, but this noise I made came out of nowhere. Heath seems to like it. He’s in a feeding frenzy now, lifting my legs, practically folding me in half. My ass is in the air. His tongue goes completely off course and finds my ass.

  I pull in a startled breath. If it didn’t feel so amazing, I would’ve stopped him. That place is strictly off-limits. Always has been. Never, I told myself and the boyfriends who would beg for anal play. No way in hell.

  But with Heath, my inhibitions have been tossed out the window. Anything goes as long as it feels good. Somehow, even though I don’t know him, I feel safe. Comfortable enough to let myself and all my rigid rules completely go. Now that I’m having this new, incredible experience, I don’t know why I was ever closed off to the idea to begin with.

  “Oh fuck!” I yell when the tip of his tongue pushes passed the outer ring of that virgin muscle. I can’t believe his tongue is actually in my asshole and I’m loving every minute of it. He’s really going for it and all of these new sensations roar through my body like a train.

  When he’s in as far as my tight opening will go, he pulls his tongue out and goes back to licking my pussy. That pressure is back and I know what’s coming.

  Several quick gasps escape my lips. I’m going to come. The O-Maker has done it again. Another woman with a Twitter tale, satisfaction guaranteed.

  But as I’m about to be pushed over the edge, he moves away. Just as fast as my orgasm started to appear, it’s gone again.

  I look at him like what the hell?

  His cocksure smile sends butterflies through my stomach. “Not yet. I said this was going to be torture and I meant it.”

  I flop back on the bed. Torture is right. I was so close to my first manned orgasm, and now it’s gone. My body is trembling. I can’t control it. And he knows it. He looks so arrogant right now. And somehow it remains the sexiest thing to me. In fact, I’m getting more turned on the more he denies me.

  I’m mindlessly rubbing my clit still, when he pushes my hand away and leans down, flicking his tongue once, twice, a third time. Every time he touches it I spasm, my whole being straining for release. He stops, looks up at me and blows a jet of hot air directly on my clit.

  I sigh a long moan and arch my back. Who would have thought a breath of fresh air could make a girl gush?

  He chuckles, low in his throat, before wrapping his warm lips around the hard nub. He hums, the vibration shooting pleasure to my center and up my spine. I buck underneath him, crying out, unintelligible, gasping for air.

  It’s his groan that undoes me. He rams two fingers inside my wet pussy so fast I choke for air. My mouth opens on a silent scream as he pistons in and out of my slick sheath, his lips sucking so hard on my clit I go rigid, pleasure piercing every nerve ending.

  And then it happens. The big bang where everything expands and comes to life. My world explodes. All my muscles go rigid and I buck off the bed, my hips slamming up, burying his face further into my pussy. I come apart, flashes of light racing across my vision.

  “Fuck, yes!” I yell, finally able to put forth words. He doesn’t stop, he keeps going, drawing out the best orgasm of my life. My body trembles, twitches against him with every thrust of his finger, every pull of his lips against my clit. Before long, he slows, lazily touching me, savoring.

  “Mmm, so wet,” he whispers, almost to himself. I look down, my vision slightly blurred seeing two of him. Wouldn’t that be something? His eyes are hot, hungry, roving over my body before he removes his fingers, putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean.

  I almost come again, right then and there. He’s so fucking hot, kneeling between my thighs, feasting on my cream. The need I have to feel him inside of me grows exponentially. I ache for him, my pussy clenching for more than his fingers.

  As if sensing my need, he stands up, pulling my body down to the edge of the bed, my ass hanging halfway off. He says nothing, but his eyes, they speak volumes. There’s a promise there, a heat so intense I feel it scalding me from the inside out.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he demands, suddenly. His nostrils flaring, the muscles on his stomach and chest flexing. His fingers dig into my thighs painfully as he leans forward, rubbing the head of his swollen cock against my wet folds.

  I moan. It feels so good, his hot length pressed against me.

  “Fuck me, Heath. I need you,” I say breathlessly. I’m finding it hard to breathe again. Every little thrust of his hips brings the head of his cock against my tender clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I feel myself dripping, my pussy juices running down the seam of my ass.

  I’ve never been this wet in my life.

  “Beg me,” he growls. His thrusts become swifter, his hips jerking into mine, every brush against the nerve bundle causing my breath to hitch. Could I come again like this?

  Fuck yeah I could.

  “Please, please, please,” I beg, a mantra. His teasing is never ending. He pushes my legs farther apart, exposing me further. When his eyes turn slumberous I melt into the bed. Damn, he’s gorgeous. The sexiest man to ever touch me. Never have I felt this way.

  He pulls back, only to rest the head of his cock at my entrance. I clench reflexively.

  “You like that, don’t you?” He purrs, sliding the head of his incredible cock around my wet entrance. I can’t stand it, he’s so close, I just need him to ram it hard inside. I feel empty, I need it so bad.

  I raise my hips, trying to force him inside me. He laughs, taking one of his hands and pushing me down, holding me in place.

  “Don’t make me tie you up,” he says.

  I hiss out a breath, the sudden image so appealing I go blind for a second. I feel him shift from the bed, reaching down, and then I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, and his intake of breath as he rolls the condom down his cock. Finally, he rears back and rams his length so far inside me I flinch.

  He’s so big, too big, he’s tearing me in two. I whimper, wiggling my hips, wanting to push away, yet wanting him closer at the same time. He’s got me so tied up in knots I don’t know what I want anymore.

  He stills above me, his breathing suddenly harsh. The lines of his face sharpen, become more intense. He’s looking at me again in that way that he does, the way that makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world to him.

  It does something funny to my stomach, squeezes my insides.

  I lose that train of thought as he starts to move, slowly. He pulls out, moaning softly, before ramming back inside. He’s so big I can feel him pressing against my cervix, and it feels so good.

  So. Fucking. Good.

  His head hangs low, his eyes leaving mine as his body takes over. Again and again he slowly pulls out, only to ram his shaft to the base, deep inside me. Pressure builds, goose bumps of pleasure scatter across my body.

  I can’t take
it. I need him to go faster, I need … so much need.

  “Faster, harder, fuck,” I say, garbled. He complies, no longer teasing. He grabs my ass and lifts me, changing the angle, going deeper. I cry out, his groan mimicking mine. Something snaps and he throws his head back, his movements becoming frenzied.

  He punches into me, drilling faster and faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing around us.

  “So damn tight,” he moans, his fingers digging in to the flesh of my ass. I squeeze around his cock and surprise registers as it swells further. I can tell he’s close, his breathing is ragged, his hips ramming into mine with uncontrollable force.

  I couldn’t stop the orgasm if I tried. I rear up and he grabs me, instinctively wrapping me in his arms, pulling my chest to his. My breasts press against him and I come apart in his arms, his dick so far up inside me I’m seeing stars.

  The walls of my slick sheath squeeze him tight and he curses, his body going still as he comes forcefully. We stay like that for a few moments, our chests heaving in unison, my body trembling against his, sated.

  He turns his head, finally, and kisses the corner of my mouth, his cock still hard inside me. He twitches, once, pushing inside me with a low groan.

  “So, fucking, good.” He enunciates each word with a little thrust. I whimper, my tender flesh responding immediately.

  4

  I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up the next morning. A new storm had moved in overnight and the clouds block the sun, but it’s getting lighter. I look at my phone sitting on the nightstand. It’s 7 A.M.

  My sleepy mind is instantly awake and I lurch into action. I’m going to be late for work. I still have to get a gift for my boss and take a shower.

  Heath stirs. I’ve woken him with my frantic movements. “Hey, where are you going?” he asks, his voice slurred with sleep, expression groggy. His hair is messy, flat on one side where he’d slept on it. It’s adorable.

  “I have to go to work,” I say, frantically scurrying to pick up all my discarded clothing items.