Riding My Brother's Best Friend 2

I froze in the doorway, did I hear clearly? I mean his tone sounds inviting, is he asking me to...? Shit.

He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, his skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I swallowed my moan threatening to spill out of my mouth.

Fuck, he was hot. And he knows it.

“How bad do you want in?” he asked again, his voice low and rough, sending another rush of heat straight through me.

I stepped inside the room and closed the door behind me with a soft click. My heart raced, but the ache between my legs pushed me forward. I had imagined this so many times, but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing.

“I want it more than anything,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected. “I’ve wanted to ride with the crew for months. And I’ve wanted you for longer than that.”

A slow smile spread across his face. He set my tank top aside and stood up, his tall frame towering over me. His cock was already hardening again, thick and heavy between his strong thighs. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek.

“Then show me,” he murmured.

I did not hesitate. I pulled my shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor. My bra followed, freeing my breasts. His gaze dropped to them immediately, dark and hungry. I kicked off my boots and peeled my jeans down my legs along with my panties, stepping out of them until I stood completely bare in front of him.

Aiden let out a low sound of approval. He closed the distance between us and pulled me against him. The heat of his skin against mine made me gasp. His hands roamed over my back, sliding down to cup my ass and squeeze firmly. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach, hard and insistent.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he said against my ear, his breath hot. “Walking around in those tight tops every time I come over, smelling like lavender and honey. You know why I stole your shirt?"

I shook my head timidly, the confidence I came in with long gone.

"I stole your shirt because I needed something of yours when I thought about you at night.”

His words sent a shiver through me. I tilted my head up and he kissed me, deep and demanding. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me in a way that made my knees weak. I moaned softly into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body closer.

He lifted me easily and carried me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, then lower, trailing hot kisses along my collarbone. When he reached my breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked gently at first, then harder, drawing a sharp gasp from me. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers finding me already slick and ready.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, circling my clit with his thumb in slow, teasing strokes. “All this for me?”

“Yes,” I breathed, arching into his touch. “Only for you.”

He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I cried out at the sudden fullness. He pumped them slowly, building a rhythm that had me writhing beneath him. His mouth continued its path downward, kissing over my stomach until he settled between my legs. He spread my thighs wider and looked up at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“I’ve dreamed about tasting you,” he said.

Then his tongue was on me, hot and skilled, licking along my folds before focusing on my clit. I moaned louder, my hands tangling in his dark hair as he worked me with long, firm strokes. He alternated between sucking gently and flicking his tongue, driving me higher with every pass. His fingers kept moving inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

The pleasure built fast and intense. I felt myself tightening around his fingers, my breaths coming in quick gasps. “Aiden… I’m close…”

“Come for me,” he ordered against my skin.

The command pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, waves of heat spreading from my core to every part of my body. I cried out his name, my hips bucking against his mouth as he continued licking me through it, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure.

I was still trembling when he moved back up my body and positioned himself between my thighs. His cock nudged against my entrance, hot and thick. He looked down at me, his eyes locked on mine.

“Tell me you want this,” he said.

“I want this,” I whispered. “I want you inside me.”

He pushed in slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size. The stretch felt incredible, filling me completely. When he was fully seated, he paused, both of us breathing hard. Then he started to move, deep and steady thrusts that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward harder. “So fucking tight sucking me in.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that grew faster and more urgent. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with our mingled moans. He reached between us and rubbed my clit again, pushing me toward another peak.

Just as the second orgasm started to build, the bedroom door swung open.

“Yo, Aiden, you ready for— what the fuck?”

Jake’s voice cut through the air like a slap.

I froze beneath Aiden, my eyes wide with shock. Aiden stilled inside me, but he did not pull out. We both turned our heads toward the doorway.

There stood my brother, helmet in hand, staring at us with a mix of disbelief and rising anger on his face.

“Danielle?” Jake said, his voice tight. “What the hell is going on here?”