6 || Loving My Brother’s Wife (VI)

Denise didn’t mean it. 

She can’t possibly mean that. 

My hands drop to my sides. I take a cautious step back to inspect her face. Her face is flushed but she is fucking serious about me stopping. 

David: 0 – Women: 1,000.

“I don’t want to cheat on him,” she replies to my unspoken question. 

Him being the unfaithful wife beater, Darius. 

The laughter that escapes my throat is deep and bitter. “He’s already doing enough of that for the both of you.” My dick strains painfully against my short. This night had so much promises. “If you don’t need me, I need you, Denny.” She swallows hard. She has to be the most confused woman I know. “What if I please you? You don’t have to do anything, Denny.”

I hold a finger up to keep her from shaking her head. I am not taking no for an answer. I guide her to the bed and sit first. She stands looking at me like a confused student. That’s fine. I’ll lecture her today and she can repay the favour sometime in the near future with her mouth and that flesh between her legs. 

“Do you want to come?” I ask. 

That lip biting again and a jerk of her head. 

I pat my leg. “Sit.” She stares at me like I have lost my damn mind asking her to sit on only one leg. “Sit, Denny or I’ll leave.” The threat gets her moving, she lowers herself to my leg and I drag the straps of her nightie down her shoulders. Her breasts jiggle and I cup both of them. My fingers move over her dark tits, the darkest I have ever seen. They are too pretty for words. Denise stifles a moan. “Lovely.” 

“Thanks.” I laugh. She acts like she doesn’t want this but her body says otherwise. I trace a line between her breasts and she swats my hand. “David, it is not funny.” Her eyes are hard with remorse. “What we are doing is wrong.” 

My thumb brushes a nipple and she rolls her lip between her teeth. Without breaking eye contact, I flick a finger over the second nipple and she whimpers. I want it in my mouth and it is what I do. My lips close over a nipple, sucking gently on the firmness. Denise purrs, her nails dig into my shoulders and she cradles my head. 

Denise is breathing heavily when I let go with a pop. I tug on her lower lip and whisper, “If it’s wrong, why does it make you feel so good?” 

It takes her a second or two to come up with a reasonable reply. Her hands wrap around my wrist to stay my movements. She sighs softly. 

“Good things can be wrong too.” 

“It’s not wrong.” I free myself from her hold and her shoulders slump in resignation. Darius is not a faithful man, she doesn’t owe him her loyalty. To be fair, she also owes me nothing. “We haven’t even started.” Her eyes glaze as my finger runs over her collarbone. “Who were you thinking of while fucking yourself, Denny?” 

“Don’t make me answer that.” 

It makes me want to know. “Who?” 

Looking away from me, she murmurs, “You.” 

My fingers curve under Denise’s jaw so we are looking into each other’s eyes. She licks her lips. 

“I want to fuck you too, Denny. But not today, sweetheart...” Her heart jumps, beating wildly against my palm. I yank the ugly bonnet on her head and set her braids free. My knuckles brush her cheeks. “Another day but on your terms.”

“On my terms?” I nod. Brown eyes meet mine with childish wonder. “What if I refuse?” 

“I’m a gentleman, Denny. No is no. Yes is yes.” 

We are here because she also wants me as much as I want her, maybe more than I do. I don’t believe in coincidences. It’s a myth. I don’t believe the unlocked door was a mistake. It was accidentally on purpose. Hesitation flits across her face. A soft breath escapes me. 

I’m not a barbarian. I’ll not fuck her against her will. I am hard as a rock but I’ll not do anything she doesn’t want. I am here to please her. To prove that the Anderson brothers are not all like Darius. Lord forgive me for doing this to my own blood. But this woman right here is so hot.

I bop her nose. “Do you want this, Denny?” 

“To come? Yes.” 

“Wrap your arms around my neck.” She does that and I slide mine behind her waist. Leaning forward so our foreheads touch, I stare into her eyes with a smile. Denise is pretty, more than pretty. “Start moving.” She moves so fast and gasps at the friction of my short against her wetness. I chuckle. “Calm down. Go slower.” 

Her head bobs in a jerky nod, her eyes close and she moves back and forth on my lap. She is a vision to behold with her head tilted back, teeth tucked into the corner of her lips and her nails piercing my shoulders. My dick threatens to tunnel out of my shorts, thankfully, it doesn’t. 

“Eyes on me, Denny,” I order. My hand slides into her gown to find her clit. I massage the tiny nub and she whimpers loudly. Good Lord. “Look at me.” Her eyelids flutter open. “Go faster.” 

It is harder to keep my fingers on just her clit so I withdraw entirely. Her wetness seeps into my shorts. Fuck. I need her. As much as I want to explore her body, my hands remain on her butt. 

Tonight is only about her needs. It’s the mantra I chant over and over. I guide her movements with my arms on her waist. Her eyelids flutter furiously and her breath changes tempo. 

Mild pain spreads to my shoulders as her nails sink deeper into them. She breathes out my name again. She is close. So close to her release.

“Stop.” Denise cries out in protest. I palm her face and force her to look into my eyes. Her juices create a wet patch on my shorts, she is soaking wet and I want nothing more than to fit my dick into her cunt. “Leave him, Denny.” I might be taking advantage of the moment but she needs to hear this. “Please. Think about it.” 

“There’s nothing to think about,” she whispers. I exhale and she hits my chest. She is stubborn about the wrong things. “It’s not so easy, David.”

“I know it’s hard.” My hands lower to her butt, I spread her ass and she starts moving again. She moans without inhibitions and my eyes flit to the source of the sound. Her lips spotting new bruises from too much biting into them. Those lips will fit right on my dick. I have to remind myself to keep my head in the game. “But I will be here for you. You need someone better.”  

Denise rolls her eyes. Her tone is dismissive when she states, “Just make me come, David.” 

I pinch her nipples and she sucks in a breath. Her silent warning flies over my head and I continue to tease her. Her legs vibrate as her orgasm washes over her and she sags against me. I hold her tight, stroking her back until her breathing returns to normal. Denise has to leave him. I don’t care how but she must.

Minutes after, Denise untangles herself from me. I bemoan the lack of body contact. She frowns at the damp spot she created on my shorts. I shrug it off like it’s normal for me to have women coming over my leg. 

This is a first, probably the many of our firsts. I’ve never fucked a married woman but I will gladly make her the first, maybe the last too.

“Thanks for tonight,” she says while putting her breasts out of sight. I didn’t even get to play with those babies. Denise moves to the end of the bed, creating more distance between us. She plays with her hands. “You can leave now.” 

So this is how it goes. I rise to my feet and give her a curt nod. We will do it her way for now. 

At the door, I stop to say, “Goodnight, Denny.” 

“Denise,” she corrects. “Goodnight, David.” 

I jog to my room and rush into the bathroom on my arrival, nearly ripping off my shorts. The lube comes in handy. I squirt a generous amount onto my palm. Denise’s face is what I picture as my hands close around my dick. It’s her hot lips I imagine circled around my cock, taking me in to the back of her throat. 

My hands move faster on my erection. I am rough. There’s a tightening in my belly and a groan tears out of my lips as my cum splatters all over the mirror and wall. My chest sags. 

I must have Denise.