Forbidden Thoughts

Chapter 9

Sean's P.O.V.

I need to get Olivia out of my head. I should not have these thoughts about her. She is forbidden. What just happened should not have happened. Jason would lose his s**t if he found out what just went down inside that closet, all because of that stupid, childish game.

I told Olivia that drunken boys would try to take advantage of her, and I ended up doing just that. Sure, she wanted it, but that was just the alcohol talking. She had never gotten drunk before, and it was causing her to act like that.

I was already hard and honey because of her. But when her panties hit against my back, I craved nothing more than to forget who her brother was to me, and f**k her against the wall. Her body begging me to touch it, her beautiful moans demanding her pleasure. It made me lose my mind.

Suck it the f**k-up Sean.

She is off limits.

She is f*****g forbidden delicious fruit that I can't savor, no matter how much I want to.

As I'm leaning against the bar, swallowing shot after shot, trying to force my brain and my body to snap out of all things Olivia when I remembered that girl, Felicity.

Suddenly, I felt arms wrapping around me, and when I brought my head down, I saw a smiling Felicity pushed up against my back.

“I was just thinking about you,” I grinned, turned around, and wrapped my arm around her slim waist, pulling her even closer to me.”

“Oh you were?” She giggled and licked her lips. “What were you thinking, handsome?”

“About how wet you would feel when I slipped my hard c**k deep inside you,” I growled, brought my mouth against her neck and bit hard, causing her to gasp in surprise.

It's best she knows the deal before we head upstairs. I'll f**k her. I'll make her come multiple times with my fingers and my d**k, but once it's over, it's over. I won't be back. She has once with my d**k until I discard her like a used rag. I may sound like an asshole, but I don't do relationships, and I'm not that much of a bastard to get their hopes up.

I don't even care if the girl I'm f*****g comes. I'm not bragging when I say they always do, but at the end of the night, I couldn't care less. They are a hole I use and when I'm finished, I'm done.

“Why don't you bring me upstairs, and you can feel how wet I already am for you, Sean,” she whispered, grabbed my hand, and slid my fingers up her thigh just high enough that my fingers brushed against the edge of her panties.

“Lead the way, baby girl,” I smirked and slapped her ass.

She is just what I need to take my mind off my best friend's little sister. I grinned, took one last shot, slammed it down with purpose and started to follower her upstairs.

I could feel Olivia's eyes on me, and I hope now she will understand. I'm not the boy for her. I don't do relationships. She doesn't need to want to be with me. Maybe now, she will regret what we just did and stop acting like this.

As soon as we found an occupied room, I bring my hands to the bottom of her slutty skirt and yanked it down her legs, causing her to giggle.

“Be careful, that skirt cost a lot of money-,” she fussed, but her words turned into moans when I picked her up and smashed her against the wall.

“You won't be worrying about that in a few seconds,” I growled, unzipped my pants, tore the condom off with my teeth, feeling my d**k hard and throbbing. I pushed her panties aside with the other and slammed my d**k into her p***y with one thrust.

"Oh f**k,” she cried, leaned her head back against the wall and wrapped her legs tighter around my waist. “You're too big,” she whimpered, but her pleasure filled face let me know she wasn't complaining.

“Shut the f**k up,” I snarled, grabbed her around the neck when she struggled to touch her lips against mine, and held her head back against the wall. “Don't kiss me.”

“f**k Sean,” she moaned as I slid out of her tight hole and rammed my d**k back inside her, slamming her body up against the wall, and tried to force the images of a naked Olivia out of my brain.

Olivia's P.O.V.

He is such a f*****g asshole. I can't believe he just went upstairs with that girl after what just happened between us. He had his hands between my legs not even ten minutes ago, and now his up there doing god knows what with her.

Megan and I have been dancing and drinking for an hour, and I still can't get Sean or his fingers out of my head. It was like that spicy scene was on a loop inside my head and my brain wouldn't allow me to shut it off. It was annoying, and no amount of alcohol I was pouring into my body would make it shut the hell up.

I was happy when Megan grumbled she was tired and ready to go.

“Do you feel you had enough fun?” She asked, her eyes heavy with both exhaustion and from drinking too much.

“Yeah. I'm ready if you are,” I sighed because I was ready to leave and make back home. Sean has yet to come down those stairs. He has been up there for an hour. He must be enjoying being with her.

Maybe he likes her.

We called a taxi not wanting to deal with my brother on the way home, and I stumbled out of it drunk and pissed off. Thank god, my parents were still out of town and I didn't have to face them like this.

Just like my brother, Sean, and everyone else, to my parents, I'm also the sweet, innocent Olivia. I would rather not see the look of disappointment in their eyes when the visions of their precocious little girl turn out to be just like any other drunk teenager.

Trying to focus my hazy eyes on the door handle, I finally unlocked the door after dropping my keys, not once, but twice. Not even bother to lock the door because I know my brother and Sean with be coming back tonight, they never stay at the parties.

I head towards my bathroom, needing to get the small of alcohol off my body. It only made me want to puke, and I was close to throwing up all my food. I probably should not have drank tonight. It was my first time, and I think I went a tad, okay maybe a lot, overboard.

Stepping into the shower, it takes a minute for my body to become adjusted to the heat. I closed my eyes and allowed the water to rain down on my face.

Flashes of Sean replay inside my head over and over.

His voice.

His body.

His face.

My body was still worked up thinking about what could have happened inside that closet if my brother didn't appear out of nowhere like the c**k blocker he was.

I close my eyes and let my forbidden fantasy replay.

His hard body is on top of mine. One of his hands gripped in my hair, the other on my ass as he pushes me backwards against the wall. I wrap my fingers tightly into his hair, and take his juicy looking bottom lip between my teeth and bit it gently, making him groan.

As these vivid images played through my head like a movie scene, I slowly dragged one hand down my body, between my legs, slid one finger along my wet folds, and pressed the tip of my thumb against my sensitive little bud.

I wrap my legs around him as he positions himself at my entrance. I feel the pressure down there caused by him being so closed. His tip teases my swollen c**t as he slides it up and down.

My breathing increases as he sucks on my neck before kissing his way down my chest, stopping over my right n****e and sucks it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my hard n****e before biting down gently.

“Sean,” I whimpered softly.

My finger between my legs move faster, the movement's becoming needy and rough as this powerful feeling develops up inside me.

He looks directly into my eyes as he thrusts inside me, the full length of him filling me. My head leans back again on the shower wall in ecstasy. It feels so good when he slides out slowly, only to shove himself back into me hard.

The intense emotion that was coursing through my body builds inside me, overflowing, and my body almost collapsed onto the shower floor as I came harder than I ever had.

“Sean,” I moaned.

I finished my shower, feeling somewhat satisfied and even more confused. I thought the crush and feelings once had for Sean were long gone.

He is my brother's best friend. Things cannot get complicated. I can't allow my forbidden pleasures to cause problems, and I definitely don't want my brother's best friend to know how I feel about him.

I'd just be embarrassed once he laughed and turned me down.

I looked around the room and groaned when I noticed I got into the shower without bringing clothes to change into.

I had been so caught up with Sean, I must have not remembered.

Fuck.

What am I supposed to do now?

I wrap a dark blue towel around my body and unlock the door. My door is just down the hall, they shouldn't be home yet. I nuzzled the door open, hoping it didn't make any noise, and stuck my head out, not seeing either of them.

I opened the door wider, planning on just running out of the bathroom long, then rushing into the safety of my bedroom, but before I got not even five feet out of my bathroom, I smacked into something hard.

I came face to face with the very broad, muscular chest of Sean. I glanced up and Sean was staring down at me with a weird, intense expression, the same look he gave me inside the closet tonight.

His eyes were so dilated they almost looked solid black.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shrieked and jerked myself away from his body, tried to stop myself from drooling, and covered my chest with my hands, needing to make sure my towel stays covering my body.

He said nothing, just continued to look at me. I shoved pasted him, well, what little I could and turned around, needing to get to my bedroom before my brother came and saw me like this.

But just as I moved forward, his hand wrapped around my arm, making me whip around.

He walks up against me, causing me to back up against the wall, chest rising and falling with his slow movements. “What the hell, Sean?” I spit and once again remembered I was standing in front of him, my brother's best friend, in nothing but a towel.

I'm now pressed between him and the wall. His hands are on the wall above my head. I feel the heat of his body and smell the vodka on his breath.

I was fixing to snap at him again to ask what did he think he was doing, but he bent down and put his mouth near the base of my neck.

He breathed in as if he were trying to memorize my scent, then his lips moved towards my ear, his warm breathing hitting against my skin as he moved up, causing my body to shiver.

“The next time I hear my name, leave your lips like that. I will be the one making you f*****g come," he growled, pushed off the wall, and walked away.

Oh, s**t.

Did he hear me?

Damn it.

Now I'm embarrassed. He is probably laughing at me right now. Sweet, innocent Olivia can't get a boyfriend and has to finger herself to the images of her brother's best friend.

Great.

I rushed into the bedroom and slammed the door. How could I have been so stupid? I thought I said his name inside my head. I didn't realize I moaned that loud.

God, this is so embarrassing.

I have never been so embarrassed and turned on at the same time in my entire life. I shoved my hands against my face and screamed into my palms in dismay and frustration.

How can I ever face him again?

No.

This boy will not do this to me. I am working my butt off to become a better version of myself.

Physical and mentally.

He doesn't get to just act like that, and I shouldn't be wanting to go back out there and moan his name again just to make him do as he threatened.