Chapter two

MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND STOPPED PRETENDING PT 1.

Liam Hayes had been Ethan’s ride-or-die since high school. The guy who slept on their couch after parties, fixed the lawnmower when it broke, and always had Riley’s back when Ethan was being an overprotective asshole. He was twenty-four now, tall, tattooed forearms, perpetual five-o’clock shadow, and a quiet intensity that made Riley’s stomach flip every time he walked into a room.

Riley was twenty, home from her second year of college, and tired of pretending the butterflies were innocent.

The house emptied out on a humid Friday afternoon. Ethan and their parents left for a week-long family thing upstate on some cousin’s wedding Riley had zero interest in attending.

“I’ve got summer classes online,” she’d said.

That was a lie. She wanted silence and freedom. She wanted the weekend alone to herself and she felt even happier when she found out Laim will be coming over to keep her company.

Liam showed up that evening in a Black T-shirt stretched across his chest, faded jeans, six-pack dangling from his fingers. “Ethan texted. He said the place was empty, and I figured you might be bored out of your mind.”

Riley opened the door barefoot, wearing tiny sleep shorts and a thin cami that clung in the heat with no bra, straps thin enough to slip. She’d chosen the outfit deliberately, heart racing the whole time.

“Hey, squirt.” His voice was casual, but his eyes dipped quickly scanning her body before locking back on her face.

“Don’t call me squirt anymore, I’m not twelve.” She stepped aside to let him in.

Liam’s mouth twitched. “I noticed.”

They ended up in the living room like always. They sat on the couch with some action flick on the TV neither was watching. The conversation started safe, they talked about her classes, his job at the auto shop, Ethan’s latest dumb bet with the guys. But the space between them felt charged. Every shift of her legs brushed his thigh. Every time he laughed low in his throat, the sound settled between her legs.

By the third beer the movie credits rolled. Silence stretched.

Riley stretched her arms overhead, arching her back so the cami rode up, exposing the soft skin of her stomach. “It’s so damn hot tonight.”

Liam’s gaze followed the movement. His beer bottle paused halfway to his mouth. “Yeah, the AC’s barely keeping up.”

She stood, walked to the window, pushed it open wider. The night air was thick, with no relief. When she turned back, Liam was watching her so openly now with dark eyes.

“You good?” she asked, voice quieter.

He set the bottle down with deliberate care. “I shouldn’t have come over.”

“Why not?”

“You know why.” He leaned forward, elbows on knees. “Ethan would lose his shit.”

Riley crossed the room slowly, stopping right in front of him. Close enough he had to tilt his head up. “Ethan’s not here.”

Liam exhaled hard. “Riley…”

She sank onto the coffee table in front of him, knees brushing his. “You’ve been staring at me like this for over a year. Don’t pretend tonight’s different.”

His hands flexed on his thighs. “Staring’s one thing, touching’s another.”

“What if I want you to touch?”

A muscle jumped in his jaw. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I do.” She leaned in, voice barely a whisper.

“I’ve thought about it. A lot. Your hands, your mouth, your cock. All of it.”

Liam’s control cracked like thin ice.

One second he was still fighting it. The next his hand shot out, wrapped around the back of her neck, and yanked her forward. Their mouths collided in a hard, desperate, teeth clashing kiss. Riley moaned into the kiss, climbing into his lap without breaking contact. Straddling him and grinding down against the thick bulge already straining his jeans.

“Fuck, been dying to do this.” he growled against her lips.

“Then do it, stop holding back.” She rocked her hips shamelessly.

He flipped her onto the couch in one fluid move, coming down over her. Cami shoved up. Breasts bare. Liam’s mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking while his hand kneaded the other, pinching until she arched and gasped.

“These,” he muttered, voice rough. “Been fantasizing about these tits since you started wearing those little tops around the house. Jerked off in the shower thinking about sucking them while you moaned my name.”

Riley threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him there. “I have moaned your name in my bed touching myself, pretending it was you fucking me.”

He bit down lightly, a sharp sting of pleasure short through her. Then lower, kissing down her stomach, yanking shorts and panties off together. He spread her legs taking in her glistening pussy.

Liam stared for a beat, breathing hard. “So fucking perfect. Wet and ready for me.”

He dropped to his knees on the floor, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and licked in a long, slow stripe from entrance to clit. Riley’s hips jerked. His hands pinned her thighs wide. Tongue circling her clit, then sucking it between his lips while two thick fingers pushed inside, curling against that spot that made her see stars.

“Liam, oh fuck!”

He ate her like he’d been starving for years. Fingers pumping. Tongue relentless. Riley came fast with her thighs shaking, back bowing, a broken cry ripping from her throat as she flooded his mouth.

He didn’t stop, he licked her slower through the aftershocks, then rose, stripping fast. His cock springing free, thick, veined, curving slightly, head slick with pre-cum.

Riley licked her lips. “God, you’re huge.”

“You’re gonna feel every inch, baby.” He knelt between her thighs, rubbed the head through her folds. “Last chance to say no.”

She locked eyes with him. “I’ve been saying yes in my head for months.”

He pushed in, slow at first. Letting her adjust to the stretch. Inch by burning inch until he was seated deep, balls pressed tight against her ass. They both groaned.

“So tight,” he rasped. “Gripping me like you never want to let go.”

“Move,” she begged. “Fuck me, Liam. Please.”

He did.

He fucked her hard, deep, and relentless. Couch springs protesting under them. Riley wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. Moans spilling freely now, no one to hear.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Take it, take your brother’s best friend’s cock like the greedy little thing you are. This pussy’s been waiting for me.”

He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up. Slammed back in from behind. One hand fisted her hair, arching her back. The other cracked across her ass, with a sharp smack that made her clench around him.

“Fuck yes,” he growled. “Push that ass back. Show me how bad you want it.”

Riley did, rocking back to meet every thrust, sobbing with pleasure. “Harder! make me feel it tomorrow.”

He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles. Riley shattered again, walls pulsing, milking him, soaking the couch beneath them.

Liam fucked her through it, pace brutal. Then pulled out, flipped her onto her back.

“Want your eyes when I cum,” he said, voice shredded.

He sank back inside, in deep, grinding strokes now. Legs over his shoulders. Folded nearly in half. His hand wrapped loosely around her throat, not squeezing, just holding.

“Gonna fill you up,” he warned. “Pump this tight cunt full. Mark you so every time you touch yourself you think of me.”

“Yes, cum in me. please…”

He slammed deep one last time and came with a guttural groan. Hot, thick spurts flooding her, pulse after pulse. Riley came with him, clenching, fluttering, drawing out every drop.

They stayed locked together, breathing ragged. Liam kissed her slowly while still buried inside.

“We are not done, not even close.” He murmured.

The weekend dissolved into pure, relentless heat.

They moved to her bedroom. Liam on his back, Riley riding him slow at first, grinding her clit against his pelvis, then faster, tits bouncing, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. He came inside her again while she rubbed her own clit, screaming his name.

Shower next, her back to the tiles, legs locked around his waist as he fucked her standing. Water pounding. His mouth on her neck, sucking dark marks she’d have to hide later.

Saturday blurred. Kitchen counter, her bent over while he pounded from behind, one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans even though no one was home. Living room floor, her on all fours while he took her slow and deep, whispering filthy promises.

“Next time Ethan’s here I’m gonna sneak into your room. Fuck you quiet while he sleeps down the hall.”

In the bedroom again that night, Liam tying her wrists to the headboard with his belt. Edging her for nearly an hour. Tongue on her clit. Fingers curling inside. Stopping right at the edge until she was crying, begging. Then fucking her mercilessly with hard snaps that slammed the headboard, until he filled her once more, cum leaking out around his cock.

Sunday morning he woke her by sliding inside from behind in a spooning position, lazy thrusts building to something frantic. Hand between her legs, rubbing her clit until she came shaking.

They barely ate, barely spoke beyond dirty talk and gasps. Just bodies, sweat, need.

By afternoon Ethan texted, “Heading back tonight. You survive without me?”

Liam read it aloud while Riley was on her knees between his legs, sucking him slow and sloppy.

“Tell him you’re fine,” Liam said, voice steady even as his hips rocked gently into her mouth.

Riley pulled off, wiped her lips, typed back: “All good. Super quiet here. See you soon.”

Then she took him deep again. Liam groaned low, fingers in her hair, and came down her throat while she swallowed every drop.

When Ethan’s key turned in the lock that evening, Riley was freshly showered, wearing loose sweats and a hoodie to hide the marks blooming across her neck and thighs. Liam was already gone, slipped out the back an hour earlier with a final deep kiss and a promise whispered against her ear: “Next time your brother leaves, I’m not leaving until I’ve fucked you in his bed.”

Riley smiled to herself as Ethan walked in, dropping his bag.

“House still standing?” he asked.

“Yep,” she said, voice light. “Quiet weekend.”

Liam’s cum was still leaking slowly into her panties. She clenched around nothing, already counting the days until the next empty house.