by M. A. Lee
Something about the way his smile touched his face turned me on. This was insane, Smalls was friends with my brother. I knew nothing about him other than the fact he hated parties and had lots of tattoos, but that seemed like enough for me right now.
“Really?” I breathed as I felt myself moving my body closer to his.
“Yeah. You are kind of hot when you are snappy,” he remarked.
I almost laughed at this. “Well, then you haven’t seen hot yet. I am always snappy,” I teased, in a seductive voice.
Smalls narrowed his eyes at me and I could see him trying to figure me out. He seemed conflicted but I could see the desire flowing through him as he looked at me. I wasn’t like typical girls around here. I wore my hair short and the color was always changing. Today, I had hot pink hair styled in a sleek way. I was wearing a black leather mini skirt and a black lace shirt that you could see my neon pink bra through. My tall, knee-high black boots gave me a few extra inches to my tiny five foot three frame.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked as his eyes glanced around.
I felt myself search the room, checking to see if Isaac was near. He always played the overprotective big brother and I knew he wouldn’t like the idea of me hooking up with Smalls, but what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him right?
“Yes,” I answered, as I placed my hand on his.
Smalls quickly led me outside of the house and down the long, cement walkway that led to the driveway. I spotted a motorcycle parked next to a large Ford truck. “That’s my bike,” Smalls pointed to the motorcycle I had just been eyeing.
“Cool,” I breathed.
By the end of the night, I was sure I was going to take more than one ride on a large, hot machine.
2
KAT
With my legs wrapped around Small’s waist, he carried me into his bedroom.
The ride to his apartment was short but the roar of the engine vibrating underneath me seemed to ignite the already burning fire I was feeling as I anticipated what was to come.
“Damn girl, you are sexy as hell,” Smalls said as his lips roamed down my neck.
I began pulling his shirt above his head and as I slipped the fabric over his large biceps, I began to admire his large collection of tattoos. It seemed as though every surface of his body was covered with intricate designs, just begging for me to scream and touch. I couldn’t wait to explore the rest of his skin and find out what other forms of artwork he was hiding.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I shot back as I pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. I removed my own shirt as I continued to admire his large and colorful body.
Raising his eyes, Smalls lay back and allowed a large smile to spread across his face. He knew he was about to be in for the ride of his life. I loved sex, kinky sex to be clear. Not many guys could handle me in or outside of the bedroom, but something told me Smalls was up for the challenge. Too bad nothing could happen after tonight. He was my brother's friend, one hook up is all this could be. So, I planned on making this night worth it.
“You like it wild and rough?” Smalls more stated, than asked.
“Just wait and see,” I said ,as I leaned down and placed a kiss on his plump lips.
I could feel his large erection building underneath my sensitive skin and I couldn’t wait to unbuckle his jeans and see what he was working with.
Before I could finish my task of unbuttoning his jeans, Smalls took charge and flipped me onto my back. He quickly pulled my skirt down and began to rub his hands up and down my thighs.
I unclasped my bra and waited for him to take control. As expected, Smalls leaned down and began to kiss and suck on my taut nipples as my bare breasts were in full display for him.
A soft moan escaped my lips as he continued to taunt me. I wanted him inside of me now. I wasn’t like most girls. I didn’t like foreplay, I just wanted the good stuff.
“Just get inside of me now,” I demanded as I felt him removing my panties. My boots were still on, but I had a feeling they were going to stay on.
“Yes ma’am,” Smalls said as he pulled his jeans down his hips and thrust himself inside of me. Somewhere in between our kissing and touching, he had slipped a condom on.
As he began to thrust in and out of me, I felt our bodies synching in a nice groove. He was moving hard and fast just the way I liked it.
As I reached my first climax, I allowed myself to slip over the edge before I rolled my body on top of his and rode him until he too found a satisfying climax.
Most guys would have been done now, but not Smalls. His dick was still hard and throbbing for more.
Grabbing me around my waist, he forced me onto my knees and as he entered me from behind, he began slapping my ass.
The pain was invigorating and I craved more of the painful erotic touch. I screamed out as his hand landed on my bare ass again and I knew I would have a bruise there in the morning. I turned around so Smalls could see the smile plastered on my face. I loved a man who could smack my ass and pound me at the same time. Feeling brave, Smalls took charge again and grasped my short hair in his fist. He pulled my head back so that our lips collided in a deep and needy kiss.
I felt myself climbing to my next climax and as I screamed out one more time, I felt Smalls begin to move harder and deeper inside of me. He too was about to combust from our intense sex.
As we both climaxed together we fell onto the bed, our breaths coming out in jagged pants.
“Damn,” Smalls muttered as he looked over at me.
“It seems I found someone else who likes rough sex,” I said.
“We need to do that again,” he said, with a smile.
“Sorry, but this can’t happen again,” I said, as I caught my breath.
I sat up in bed and began searching the floor in the room for my clothes. I needed to leave now before this got complicated.
Noticing me getting up, Smalls reached out and grabbed my wrist. “What are you doing? We had a good time, right?” he asked.
Stopping, I looked back at him. “We did have a great time. You were amazing, but you are also friends with my brother. This could only be a one-time thing. Isaac would freak if he knew we hooked up,” I said as I scooted off the bed and found my skirt.
As I began to dress, I could feel smalls watching me closely. “Who cares if Isaac knows? He and I are friends, he will understand,” Smalls stated.
Shaking my head no, I stopped after I was almost completely dressed. The only thing missing was my panties, but I had more so I wasn’t going to spend any more time looking around. “No, Isaac will freak. He can’t find out,” I stated.
I walked to the bedroom door and smiled. “So you are just leaving like that? No goodbye or anything?” Smalls asked.
“Yes, this is for the best,” I said as I opened the door and walked out.
I left his apartment and walked the few short blocks back to the house I was staying at with Isaac until I found my own place. I appreciated my brother helping me, but I wasn’t going to live with him. Isaac always had girls around him and so did his buddies. I didn’t need to hear my brother having sex or be forced to talk to his skanks he brought home.
Thankfully I had paid attention when Smalls drove me to his apartment and I knew I wasn’t far from Isaac’s house.
As I entered the house, Isaac was sitting in his living room with Cole and Jagger. The guys were laughing and talking about their night as I shut the door behind me.
“Hey Kat, where did you go?” Isaac asked, as he eyed me carefully.
“Yeah, we lost you at the party,” Cole chimed in.
“Last time I checked, I didn’t need your approval to leave a party. I’m a big girl,” I snapped.
All three guys rolled their eyes and smirked at me. Of course, they were used to my attitude.
“Well, where did you go?” Isaac asked.
“I went for a walk,” I stated.
“Fine, don’t tell me the trut
h,” he said as he shook his head in a disapproving manner. “Tomorrow, we are going to talk about your future. You can’t just draw pictures and go to school. You need a job,” he said.
Flipping him off with my middle finger, I began to walk toward the guest room where I was staying. “Whatever,” I mumbled.
I didn’t want to think about my asshole brother or getting a job. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and replay my night with Smalls. Damn, if he wasn’t the best sex I had ever had. But, nothing more could happen. Man, this sucks.
3
Smalls
Did she really just walk away after sex?
Sure, Kat was Isaac’s sister and Isaac was my good friend, but did she really have to just walk away like that?
This chick had just rocked my fucking world in bed and then told me we could never do that again. We would have to keep our hook up a secret. It’s not like I hadn’t had plenty of one night stands in my life. I wasn’t the relationship type of guy. Truth is, most women were scared of my large body, tattoos, and piercings. Not Kat though.
As I lay there, the smell of her sweet perfume still holding onto my sheets, I see my phone light up with a call from Isaac. ‘
Oh shit.
I answer the call as I hold my breath. Surely Kat didn’t tell him our little secret. I mean, she was the one who said we had to hide our sex from Isaac.
“Hey man,” I said too casually.
“Hey, I was wanting to see if you and I could talk tomorrow,” Isaac said in his normal voice.
My heart began to race as fear slowly washed over me. What would Isaac do if he found out I had just fucked his little sister?
“Sure, what about?” I asked, trying to calm my tone.
“Well, you know I invested in that tattoo parlor. They need more tattoo artists. A few guys quit and I need someone like you to help out.”
My body began to relax. This wasn’t a call where Isaac would yell at me and threaten to beat my ass. No, he was offering me a job. Damn, he is a good friend.
“Awesome man, that sounds good,” I added.
“Great, now I just have to get Kat on board too. She is in art school but doesn’t have a job. She is a wicked talented artist but needs to actually work. I think I am going to hire her as the front desk attendant. You know she could answer the phones, book clients, and just welcome guests,” Isaac chuckled at the last part.
I couldn’t help but laugh too. “I met your sister tonight. Not sure how welcoming she will be, but I think this all sounds good,” I said.
I winced, maybe I shouldn’t have added that I met Kat.
“You met Kat?” Isaac said with shock ringing in his voice.
“Uh yeah. She was about to leave the party and I bumped into her. We talked for a minute and she said she was your sister,” I said casually.
“Oh cool,” Isaac said.
He didn’t seem to be bothered by the idea of us meeting, so I didn’t add any more details. We talked for a few more minutes before we ended our call.
I threw my phone across the bed and wiped my eyes with my hands. Damn, working with Kat would be difficult, especially knowing how it feels to be inside of her.
4
KAT
“You want me to do what?” I asked.
It was the next morning and I swear I could still feel Smalls inside of me. Even after a shower and brushing my teeth, his touch and scent was still all over me.
I was sitting in the living room of Isaac’s house, trying to enjoy a cup of coffee as Isaac tried to talk to me about growing up and getting a job and other boring stuff I didn’t want to think about.
“You heard me,” Isaac snapped as he took a bite of a pop-tart. “You are going to work at the front desk of the shop. I have hired a few new artists too. This will be good for all of us,” he finished.
“Fine, but I am still going to work on my art,” I added.
“I am not stopping you. In fact, you could design some of the client’s tattoos if you wanted. I just hired my friend Smalls too, I believe you met him last night,” Isaac said.
I had just taken a sip of my coffee and I was now spitting it out all over the couch. As I coughed and tried to pretend like I wasn’t affected by his words, Isaac eyed me carefully.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing, I just got choked,” I added.
As I attempted to calm my nerves, Isaac ignored my outburst and continued talking about my roles and responsibilities. However, all I could think about was seeing Smalls again.
Lucky for me, I didn’t have to wait too long for that to happen. Somehow, while I had been rummaging around his bedroom the other night, Smalls had taken it upon himself to install his cell phone number into my phone and then add my number to his contact list. He had been texting me every day since and as much as I wanted to fight the urge to be with him, I just couldn’t.
Sneaking around with Smalls could be fun, as long as we didn’t get caught.
***
Smalls: Hey, what’s up?
ME: Not much, stalker!
Smalls: Stalker? I’m offended!
Me: Bullshit. You fucking stole my cell phone number.
Smalls: I just added us as friends. See, not being a stalker
Me: Whatever.
Smalls: Want to come over and watch a movie?
I read over the last text carefully. I knew exactly what was hidden behind those simple words. He didn’t just want to sit back and watch Netflix and chill. No, he wanted to watch me moan his name until I came. Part of me knew I shouldn’t reply, but I just couldn’t help myself.
ME: Isaac is about to leave for work. I will be there in twenty minutes
I quickly shut off my cell phone so I couldn’t write back and tell him this was a bad idea. I ventured down the hall to the kitchen where Isaac was grabbing his car keys off the kitchen counter.
“Hey, what do you have planned today?” Isaac asked as he jingled his keys in his hands.
“Not much really. I might go hang out with a friend,” I said.
See, I wasn’t technically lying. Smalls was a friend, his and mine.
“Cool. That Grace chick?” Isaac asked.
“Yep,” I replied. “What are you interested in Grace?” I teased.
Shaking his head no, Isaac gave me a dirty glare. “You know I am into Lauren. I don’t cheat. I am not Jagger,” he laughed.
“Oh right, I forgot,” I smiled.
“Anyway, let’s have dinner tonight. I want to talk and catch up,” Isaac said, as he passed by me and began walking toward the front door.
“Sure, sounds good,” I said, as I waved goodbye to him.
After I made sure Isaac was gone, I rushed back to my bedroom and changed into a sexy little black lace dress that was see-through. I poured some of my favorite perfume on and pulled my short hair back into a slicked spikey look.
Leaving the house, I drove my small Mitsubishi Eclipse the short distance to Smalls apartment. The whole way over, I tried to talk myself out of doing this. It wasn’t right. I could destroy the relationship with Isaac and Smalls if this ended badly, which it would. Relationships don’t end well for me. I am not the beautiful princess. Rather, I am more like the evil villain that everyone wants to see exiled.
As I pulled my car into the parking lot, I took one deep breath before getting out of my car. Why does everything that so bad for me have to feel so damn good? Well, I guess I should go find out…again.
I only had to knock once before Smalls appeared at the door. He wore a goofy grin as he took in my outfit.
“Fuck, Kat. You are going to kill me looking like that,” he growled.
I slipped past him and walked into his apartment. It looked different in the daylight.
The walls were bare and there was only a leather sofa and a large screen television hanging on the wall. It was definitely the apartment of a single guy.
“So, what movie did you want to watch?” I asked, as I nodded toward th
e television.
“I don’t think I am in the mood for a movie anymore,” Smalls said, as he walked over and wrapped his hands around my waist.
“Oh yeah, then what you are in the mood for?” I asked, seductively. I moved my hips under his touch and waited for him to react.
“Maybe a little of this,” he stated, as he pulled me against his hard body and began trailing kisses down my neck.
I could feel him growing hard against my thigh and as I bent my head back to allow him more access to the sensitive skin on my neck, he began to move one hand up the fabric of my lace dress. His fingers began to massage my opening as he moved aside my panties. As he entered me, I felt my stomach tighten and my own need grow. My nails began to dig deep into the skin on his shoulders and while most men would have been screaming out in agony from the pain of my sharp nails slicing through their skin. But not Smalls.
Instead, this seemed to intensify his need to thrust his fingers in and out of me. The heat around us was growing hotter by the second and I almost couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed him, a much bigger part of him, inside of me now.
Sensing this need, Smalls turned me around by my shoulders and pushed me onto the leather sofa in the room. Landing on my stomach, I arched my back so that I gave him access to enter me from behind. It only took him a second to push his pants down and thrust his throbbing dick inside of me.
Clutching onto the sofa for support, I rode with Smalls as he roughly pushed in and out of me. I loved how forceful he was being. Now please, don’t get me wrong. I don’t fantasize about rape or men treating women badly or beating them. But, there is something very erotic about a man who will willingly take control of a female during sex. I might like it rough with a man slapping my ass and pulling my hair but I’m not some sick freak who enjoys being smacked in the face or beaten with a belt on my bare ass. I’m not pro-abuse. Just pro wild sex.
Anyway, as each time Smalls entered me became more needy and hard, I began screaming out from the extreme pleasure.
“Shit, you are going to alert every neighbor that I am fucking your brains out,” Smalls growled as his hands held my ass firmly in place where he wanted it.
