Forbidden Thoughts

Chapter 10

I walked out of my bedroom and heard Jason calling my name.

“Coming,” I hollered back, slipped on my fuzzy slippers, and headed towards the living room.

“You shouted?” I announced when I stepped into the living room.

I see Jason and Sean sitting on the couch, junk food and beer littering the coffee table, and playing a video game.

Boy's.

"Sean informed me about your conversation earlier,” Jason said, without taking his eyes off the TV.

What?

“Yeah, I told him everything. I hope you don't mind,” Sean shrugged, shoving a handful of chips into this month before playfully punching Sean. “You suck.”

What an asshole.

I can't believe he would do that.

I know I shouldn't have done what I did, but him tattling to my brother?

Come on.

“Jason mentioned you wanted to chill with us more. He said, "You let it slip that you were feeling lonely -”

I choked as soon as Sean mentioned the word lonely.

Jason still did not have enough balls to look at me.

“You know you can tell me these things, Olivia,” Jason finished and looked uncomfortable.

I have now decided I do not like the drunk side of Sean, no he wasn't a mean drunk, but he was an annoying drunk, and right now, he was annoying the hell out of me.

My body relaxed a little once I found what they were referring to and breathed out hard.

“Yeah, Olivia, I don't want you to feel lonely,” Sean replied.

For some reason, I don't think Sean is referring to the word lonely as my brother is, and the thought made me narrow my angry gaze onto him.

Shut the hell up, asshole.

Sean finally looked over towards me, and I could tell his enjoying with this little scene. He grinned for all two seconds before it disappeared when my brother turned to face him.

“You could at least let me win once, bro,” Jason complained.

“Man, you know I'm competitive,” Sean laughed, peered up towards me, and added. “I always play to win.”

Hmm

Sean was always a flirty drunk, and while this isn't exactly a good girl thing to do, I'm going to take advantage of it and have my own little fun.

“We made a plan for us three to have fun tonight,” Sean said, when my brother leaned over and grabbed his beer.

A fun night? It was nearly midnight. We have done had our fun night. It was now time for bed. I had enough fun for one night, but another part of me wanted to enjoy the flirty side of Sean before it ended tomorrow morning when he became sober.

“Well, look at how sweet you both are thinking about me,” I commented, walked towards them, patted them both on the head, and sat between them.

Let the game begin, then.

“So what is the big plan tonight, fellas?” I asked and watched as their video game characters beat up each other.

Then I looked at Sean out of the corner of my eyes and added, “since I'm so lonely.”

I watch as his eyes land on my lips. He licks his and then looks me in the eye.

He stares like a caged beast that hasn't been let free in years. A very sexy tattooed animal. Sitting this close to him allows me to appreciate the work of art on his forearm and biceps.

I would lick every inch of that ink if I could.

I swear, I have not had things. Kind of thoughts just randomly pop up inside my head when I'm merely looking at a guy. I'm not some s*x-crazed woman who goes around touching herself after a brief encounter with a sexy man.

He is just, I don't know, different, and always has been.

“I figured we would just keep it simple tonight. Video games, junk food, and movies,” Jason shrugged and looked up hopeful.

“That sounds like a fun night,” I informed him and let him off the hook.

Despite what Jason has told Sean, I'm not very lonely. In fact, I wish I were alone right now instead of wanting to jump on top of my brother's best friend right here on the couch.

“I'm going to go shower before we start these plans. That's cool?” Sean asked, set his game controller down, and stood up from the couch.

“Sure, bro.”

“Yup,” I mumbled and tried my best not to think about him naked.

“Oh s**t. I forgot something in the bathroom," I cursed and stood up.

This is the perfect opportunity to have some fun.

“I need to go take the trash out. I f*****g forget,” Jason complained.

“It's your week," I reminded him.

“I know,” Jason sighed and walked out of the living room.

I headed towards the bathroom, Sean following close behind me. Once I make it into the restroom, my heart is pounding inside my chest, my legs feel like they have turned into jello, and my p***y is pulsing with how close Sean is walking behind me. If I stopped walking, he would crash into me.

I grabbed something random off the counter and turned towards the door, but before I could take a step out, he stepped in. He closes the door and locks it.

I'm shocked speechless. I struggle to say anything when he picks me up and places me on the edge of the bathroom sink. Positioning himself between my legs, he presses his body into me.

“Sean,” I whimpered, trying to fuss at him and to order him to let me go, but as soon as I felt the bulge inside his pants press again my sensitive p***y, I couldn't say anything else.

Instantly, my breathing becomes rapid, and I struggle to catch a breath.

All I smell is him.

All I can feel is him.

He grabs my ass, presses himself even harder and more against me and grinds in slow circles that cause the perfect friction through my shorts.

My palms slide in his air on their own, pulling his head back, causing him to release a growly moan.

I love that sound.

His hands move up my shirt. Lifting my bra, he twisted my hard n*****s between his fingers.

My head falls back with sinful, delicious pleasure.

“You are so f*****g beautiful,” He groaned as he continued to grind himself between my legs and I felt my panties starting to her soaked and I knew he could feel it even through our clothes.

“Sean I-,” I breathed, and his movement cut off my words.

With one arm now wrapped around my back, he brings one hand down, slowly sliding one hand between my legs, and rubs the top of his fingers against the thin silk fabric of my pajama bottoms.

“f**k,” I cried, and bit my lips together.

This shouldn't be happening.

Why am I allowing this to happen?

Why the hell is he doing this?

He has never even flirted with me before and now all of a sudden, his pushing me up against walls, and picking me up and placing me on counters. Not to mention what happened in the closet at the party. I had only wanted to have fun, I didn't think he would really touch me.

“Jason is-,” I started to say, but he suddenly stepped back.

“I have to shower.”

“Okay,” I whispered, jumped off the bathroom counter, unlocked, and opened the door.

“Good girl,” He replied, grinned and shut the door in my face.

He is definitely winning this game.

Shit.

I need to step up.

I don't know what's going on with me and Sean, but he can't just do things like that and believe I won't do things right back to him.

I hurried into my closet and found the sexiest pajama set I owned.

He wants to play the teasing game? I can be a tease, I think.

Hopefully.

I pulled out my phone, swiped to the camera, pointed my phone down, and looked at myself.

I picked my black silk set.

It is sexy as hell.

The shorts are short, and don't leave any wiggle room. If I bend over too much, my ass cheeks could come out, and my black silk tank stop as a built-in push-up bra.

Yeah, I can be a tease.

I read enough s****l books to have the idea of what I am supposed to do and how I am supposed to act.

I raised my hand and pulled the ponytail out of my hair, bent forward, shook my hair a little, and then allowed it to flow down my shoulders.

This should work.

I headed out of the bathroom and found my brother in the kitchen, warming up left over pizza and making a salad.

Good, I'm starved.

“I need help,” he said as he was cutting up tomatoes.

“Sorry, I needed a shower,” I mumbled, noticed a sliced tomato on the side of the cutting board on the counter, grabbed it, and ate one before he saw.

“Did you have a good time tonight? Help me carry everything towards the dinner table.”

“Okay, and yeah, though I'm still drunk,” I told him, the smell of the pizza making me gag.

Jesus, how do they do this every weekend?

“I'm sorry that I have been acting crazy. I just want to protect you. I didn't know I was upsetting you that much, Olivia. If you want to come out with us on the weekends, I won't stop you,” Jason sighed and looked like what I told him earlier tonight was bothering him.

“It's nice to have your consent, Jason, but I would have still done it anyway," I shrugged and told him honestly.

“I just worry about you. The boys I hang out with like to mess around with girls. I don't want any of them to try anything with you. I don't want you to do something at a party that you will regret.”

Little did you know, big brother, I had a little taste of that something and wanted more of it, with your best friend.

“Grab a couple of beers from the fridge, please. I'm going to make sure the doors locked,” Jason said and shuffled out of the kitchen.

I guess the conversation is over.

I walked across the kitchen and did as my brother asked me and grabbed a few beers. I set them across the table and stepped out of the kitchen and strolled back into the living room.

I almost choked when I saw Sean standing there shirtless, and wearing black sweatpants. I didn't hear him get out of the bathroom.

He turned my way, his eyes raked over my body, and he bit his bottom lip.

Oh yeah, the outfit change was worth it.

I smiled to myself and started walking towards the sofa, which was where he was standing.

Oh god, those tattoos.

I brushed past him and stood next to the pool table. I remember wanting to play with them when we were younger, and they never let me. It was because I kept scratching the walls with the pool sticks, and they were getting the blame.

My nose catches the scent of his body fresh out of the shower. “You smell good,” I whispered.

I turned around, leaned across the pool table, reaching for the stick, and making sure my ass cheeks were hanging out just a little to give him a little show.

It worked. I heard his quick, harsh intake of breath and his low growl.

“Maybe we can play later?” I asked sweetly as I walked up to him.

I raised one hand, running my long nails slowly down his bare chest, tracing his tattoos. He watches me, licking his bottom lip, and his hands balling into fists.

“You know, I always wondered what it would feel like to get bent over that pool table,” I sighed, licked my bottom lip while staring at his mouth.

His breathing turned rapid. I watched as his chest rise and fall, and his hands began to shake.

A caged animal wants out.

His about to lose control.

I won this time.

“Anyway, Ima go grab some pizza,” I grinned at him before walking away, making sure my ass cheeks shook the whole way.

I walked back into the kitchen. Jason was already sitting down, eating pizza and chugging on a beer.

“Shouldn't you not be drinking more?” I asked and sat next to him.

“Probably not,” he says with a mouth full of pizza.

“Hmm,” I mumbled and grabbed a slice of pizza.

Sean comes walking into the kitchen, he shoots me an annoyed looked before taking his seat across the table, sitting next to my brother.

“The plan tonight is to not allow Olivia feel lonely,” Jason said, totally and completely serious, like it was his most important job.

I mean, he is my brother so, it is kind of part of his job.

“Lord,” I murmured, praying for patience. I didn't feel like sitting on a couch for hours watching them play video games.

“It will be fun,” Sean grinned and slapped my back.

Asshole.

“What's first then?” I sighed and chewed my last bite of pizza.

If they don't want to slow down on the alcohol, that's them. It's not my problem.

“I wouldn't drink anymore,” I cautioned.

“Tomorrow is Sunday,” Jason shrugged.

“Our parents will be home, and you still need to finish picking up after the party you had last night.”

“Let's play pool first. We will make it a drinking game,” Jason suggested.

“Jason, you are already drunk enough,” I reminded him. I had to take care of his drunken self so many times over the years.

“Bro, you're going to be passed out in a hour,” Sean laughed.

“Shut the f**k up, both of you," Jason snapped playfully and flipped us off.