Semua Bab Monsters on Ice: Bab 31 - Bab 40

My sister's boyfriend CHAPTER ONE:The Unexpected Guest Eric It’s 5:12 p.m. on a Friday. I usually wait until everyone in my department has left before I go. As head of the team, it feels like the right thing to do. About half of them were out the door the moment the clock hit five. I can’t blame them. Most have long commutes across the city. The rest are still packing up. Except Sophie. She is desperate for more than a working relationship. I’m used to a certain amount of office attention — most of the women here make it clear they find me attractive — but Sophie wants it badly. I understand why. I’m in my late twenties, tall, with dark skin, heavy-lidded eyes, and a full beard. I dress well and I know it. False modesty would only sound fake. But I have a girlfriend. Her name is Lillian. She’s beautiful, the sex is excellent, and we practically live together. I’m not interested in complicating that. So Sophie looking at me like she wants me to bend her over the desk i

CHAPTER THREE: Prove it Eric How I managed to sleep later that night is beyond me. After Leo left, I went straight into the shower. The moment the hot water hit me, the entire night started replaying in my head in high definition. I looked down and realised I was already hard again. That never should have happened, I told myself as I wrapped my hand around my dick. That’s Lillian’s brother. The water beat down on my shoulders while I stroked, remembering the exact feel of his mouth. The way he just let me fuck his throat. The way he sat there and took it, stroking himself while I used him. Did it even count as sex? I wondered. We both came, but no one got penetrated… so it doesn’t count, right? No. It doesn’t count. I reassured myself. I didn’t fuck my girlfriend’s brother. We just fooled around a bit. As a joke. The reassurance didn’t stop the fantasy from getting worse. I closed my eyes and imagined Leo walking into the shower right now, kissing me under the water. Me turnin

CHAPTER FIVE: The Weekend Eric We crash onto the bed and start kissing. I finally let out a moan. These kisses are dangerous. He licks into my mouth and bites my lip, and it’s almost enough to make me come. When I look down, I see he’s already put lube on his fingers and is fingering himself. The sight is hypnotising. I strip off my shirt and throw it aside, then go back to kissing him hungrily. His hand wraps around my dick, stroking the lube over it, and he starts guiding me toward his hole. We’re doing this missionary. Interesting. Suddenly, he stops, holding me just outside. He breaks the kiss and looks at me, breathing hard. “We shouldn’t.” Fuck my life. Even though I feel like I’d rather die than stop, I’ll stop if that’s what he wants. “We really shouldn’t,” I say softly against his lips. My dick is throbbing from the heat of him, practically begging to push in. I force myself not to move. This has to be his decision. We stare at each other for a second. Then h

My sister's boyfriend CHAPTER SEVEN :A Little Too Normal Eric Except for the breakfast Leo had that morning and the protein shakes I had at the gym, neither of us has eaten anything all day. We’ve been too busy destroying each other. Now we’re starving, and we’re going to need the energy for whatever the night still has left. We shower and throw on bathrobes. Leo goes to the kitchen to try to put something together, but the fridge and cupboards are basically empty. “Let’s just eat out,” I say, pulling on a t-shirt and grey sweatpants. “Nah. Let’s get groceries. I’d rather cook,” Leo replies, tugging a loose hoodie over his head (most likely to hide the hickeys) and stepping into a fresh pair of basketball shorts over his boxers. “Do you only own basketball shorts?” I ask. “You didn’t pack any real clothes?” He smiles and shrugs. “I’m not staying long, so I didn’t bring much. It’s either this or a full outfit. Nothing in between.” I go back to my room, grab a pair of

CHAPTER NINE: A Little Too Real Eric The second we’re through the front door, I grab Leo by the waistband of his sweatpants and slam him down on the foyer table. I drop the shopping bags on the floor, tear open the new bottle of lube we just bought with my teeth, and coat my fingers. I yank his pants down and shove two slick fingers straight into him. He gasps. “Fuck—” I don’t give him time to adjust. I start thrusting them in and out hard, deliberately missing his prostate every time. “Don’t… ever… fucking… do… that… again,” I say, punctuating each word with another rough stroke of my fingers. “I’m sorry,” he pants. “Are you?” “No,” he admits, voice strained. “And I’ll do it again if you don’t punish me properly.” *Son of a bitch.* I pull my fingers free, bring my hand down hard on his ass, then push them back in. He shouts. “Ah—yes!” I spank him again, harder. He bites his lip, eyes squeezed shut. “Mmm—fuck—Eric, get it out. Get it *out*—” He reaches back blindly, gr