My Best Friend’s Older Brother part 2

The next day felt like walking on a wire.

Maya dragged Sienna to the farmers’ market in the morning, then to lunch, then to a long walk by the lake. Noah was gone most of the day—“work stuff,” Maya said with a roll of her eyes—but Sienna felt him the entire time. Like a shadow just out of sight.

He came back in the late afternoon. Their eyes met across the kitchen for half a second before he looked away and went straight upstairs.

By the time night fell, the house was quiet again. Maya’s parents had gone to bed early. Maya was in her room on a long call with her boyfriend, door half-closed, laughing every few minutes.

Sienna couldn’t sit still.

She told herself she was only going downstairs for water.

The kitchen was dark except for the under-cabinet lights. She filled a glass, drank half of it, and set it down. When she turned, Noah was standing in the doorway.

Barefoot. Black sweatpants. Gray T-shirt stretched across his chest. His hair was damp, like he’d just showered.

Neither of them spoke.

Sienna’s pulse was already in her throat.

Noah stepped into the kitchen and quietly closed the door behind him, cutting off the sound of Maya’s voice upstairs. The click of the latch felt final.

“I told myself I wouldn’t do this,” he said, voice low.

Sienna’s back hit the edge of the counter. “Do what?”

He crossed the room slowly, stopping right in front of her. Close enough that she could feel the heat coming off his body.

“This.”

His hand came up, cupped the side of her neck, and then his mouth was on hers.

The kiss was immediate and hungry—years of careful distance collapsing in a single second. Sienna made a soft sound against his lips and opened for him. Noah’s other hand gripped her hip hard, pulling her flush against him. She felt the thick ridge of his cock already hard against her stomach.

He kissed her like he’d been starving for it. Deep. Wet. Controlled only by the thinnest thread. When he finally pulled back, both of them were breathing hard.

“Tell me to stop,” he said against her mouth.

Sienna’s fingers curled into his T-shirt. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Something dark and relieved flashed in his eyes.

Noah lifted her onto the counter in one smooth motion, stepped between her thighs, and kissed her again—deeper this time. His hands slid under her sleep shirt, palms dragging up her bare waist until he found her breasts. No bra. He groaned into her mouth when his thumbs brushed over her nipples, already tight.

He broke the kiss only long enough to pull the shirt over her head and toss it aside. Then his mouth was on her throat, her collarbone, lower. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, hot and wet, while his fingers rubbed and pinched the other. Sienna’s head fell back, a soft moan slipping out before she could stop it.

Noah’s hand slid down her stomach and into her sleep shorts. He found her bare, already slick. Two thick fingers stroked through her pussy slowly, spreading the wetness, before pushing inside her.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her breast. “You’re soaked.”

He fucked her with his fingers in deep, steady strokes while his mouth kept working her nipples—sucking, licking, rubbing the wet peaks with his tongue and thumb. Sienna’s hips rolled against his hand. The wet sound of his fingers moving inside her filled the quiet kitchen.

He dropped to his knees, dragged her shorts off, and spread her thighs wider. The first long lick made her bite down on her own wrist to stay quiet. Noah didn’t rush. He licked her open thoroughly, tongue stroking through every fold, before sucking her clit between his lips and pushing two fingers back inside her. He kept the rhythm steady and relentless until her thighs started shaking.

Sienna came with a muffled cry, hand fisted in his hair, cunt pulsing around his fingers.

Noah stood, eyes almost black, and shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the head already shiny. He rubbed it up and down her soaked pussy a few times, deliberate and slow, coating himself in her wetness, before notching the head at her entrance.

He looked at her one last time.

Then he pushed in.

One long, controlled thrust and he was buried to the hilt.

Sienna’s mouth opened on a silent gasp at the stretch. Noah’s forehead dropped to hers. He held still for a moment, breathing hard, then started fucking her in deep, powerful strokes. The wet slap of his cock driving into her was obscenely loud in the quiet kitchen. One hand gripped her hip; the other stayed on her breast, rubbing and squeezing her nipple while he sucked the other one.

“Been thinking about this for years,” he rasped against her skin. “Every time you walked around this house in those little shorts. Every time you laughed at something Maya said and I had to look away.”

He angled his hips and rubbed over that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. His thumb found her clit and stroked it in tight circles. Sienna’s second orgasm hit harder than the first—sudden and sharp. Her cunt clamped down around him and Noah cursed, thrusting through it, then buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan, flooding her in thick pulses.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, both breathing hard. Noah’s thumb kept gently rubbing her sensitive nipple as the aftershocks fluttered through her.

When he finally pulled out, a heavy trickle of his cum slipped down her inner thigh. He watched it for a second, then gathered it with two fingers and pushed it back inside her, slow and deliberate.

Sienna’s legs were unsteady when he helped her down. Noah picked up her shirt and shorts and handed them to her without a word. His expression was unreadable again—except for the still-dark heat in his eyes.

Upstairs, Maya’s laughter drifted faintly through the ceiling.

Noah’s jaw tightened.

He leaned in, kissed Sienna once more—slower this time, almost careful—then rested his forehead against hers.

“This stays between us,” he said quietly.

She nodded, still trying to catch her breath.

He stepped back, fixed his sweatpants, and opened the kitchen door. The hallway light spilled in. For a second he just looked at her, standing there half-dressed and marked by him.

Then he turned and went upstairs without another word.

Sienna stayed in the kitchen a minute longer, thighs slick, heart still racing, the taste of him still on her tongue.