Filthy Desire

Chapter 2: My Best Friend's Older Brother

Her eyes were hazy and glazed over. She couldn't breathe. No, she didn't breathe. Just stood there watching.

His chest rose and fell fast. Abs flexing in rhythm with every shallow inhale. The muscles in his strong forearm straining and flexing as he held his c**k in a tight fist, pumping quickly up and down his length. His other hand squeezed her underwear.

Her name left his lips again and again. Low, breathy, like a chant, like something forbidden and sacred all at once. Like it was all that mattered.

Then he opened his eyes, just when he was about to spill, and that's when he saw her. Their eyes locked instantly. Neither of them moved.

He licked his lips once "you weren't supposed to see that. You shouldn't be in here either." He said, voice rough, thick with lust, desire and something else, something she couldn't quite name.

The air between them had changed dangerously. Ember's hands clenched the sides of her nightdress. It was sheer and she had just noticed how much of her was visible in it under the lights of his room. Her n*****s were hard and peaking against the fabric. Her thighs bare and glistening a little from where her wetness had slipped.

"Umm I, I heard noise, I came to check, I didn't mean to....... see" she whispered.

"And yet here you are." He said back. "You really shouldn't be here Ember" he said, though his grip around his length tightened.

He didn't tell her to leave. And she didn't leave either. She took a slow step forward. Her heart beating hard and fast. Allen's eyes trailed up and down her body, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips.

"Why?" She asked, her chest heaving slowly, barely holding back a moan.

He knew what she meant. "Because they smell like you" he said plainly, as if that alone explained why he was m**********g with her panties.

"You have no idea what you do to me. You're so young. And my Younger sister's best friend. I shouldn't be doing this, and God knows I've tried, but I can't help it" he admits, his tone almost pained.

"You're shy" he says again. "You've been avoiding me Ember, and you don't even meet my eyes when we're in the same room. Is it because you're afraid, or because you're trying to deny what you know you feel"

He looked at her for a moment longer. "Three seconds. I'm giving you three seconds to leave now. Pretend this never happened or......." He waited, half expecting her to leave. After three seconds, he smirked at her. "I warned you" he said huskily.

"Come here" he said to her, his voice so low and husky she almost moaned at it.

She stood frozen in her place

"Stop fighting it. You know you want to."

She hesitated once more, then she moved, walking straight towards what was either "her doom, or her redemption."

She went to him slowly her feet silently brushing the carpet, her heart pounding with each step she took. She should run, she could still run, pretend this never happened. But she knew deep down, she didn't want to.

When she hit the edge of his bed, she stopped moving, and just stared, waiting silently for his next command.

"Take it off" he said, referring to her nightdress.

She stood frozen.

"Take. It. Off" he repeated. Not a request, a command. And every fibre of her knew to obey him. She slowly reached for the hem of her dress, and pulled it up and over her head, once it was off, she was standing bare before him in nothing but tiny red lace panties. Her flat stomach, her large breasts. The dip of her waist and the curve of her hips all exposed to his hungry gaze. He groaned audibly. "So f*****g beautiful"

She blushed shyly, looking away.

"Don't look away from me Ember" he commanded softly then he paused, just looking at her, simply taking her in. "Your perfect, all of you, and you have no idea how many times I've dreamt about this" he admitted.

"I wanna ruin you" he said and her breath hitched.

"Allen-" she started but he shushed her.

"Don't say anything. Do you think I don't know about your dirty fantasies, all those things you write about, all those things you dream about. I know Ember. And right now I wanna make every single one of them come true. I wanna make a mess of you. Ruin you so bad you'll never think about anyone else but me. You'll want no one else but me" he says darkly, his voice breathy and filled with lust and it took all her will power to not moan and even c*m from it.

"Take off those panties." He commanded and she did, immediately, no hesitation, almost like she was in a daze from his voice.

"f**k look at that pretty Cunt" he groaned, seeing her glistening p***y and how wet she was for him. "Your soaked baby" he groaned.

He leaned back in his bed, laying flat on his back. "Be a good girl and come sit on my face" he said. Not a request, but a command and he expected immediate obedience.

She went to him, hesitantly. "W-wouldn't that suffocate you?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

He chuckled, pulling her to him, his hands gripping her hips.

"No, but even if it did. What a blissful way to go right?" He asked with a smirk.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, one hand going down between them, finding her aching cunt, he pressed his palm flat against it and her breath caught in her throat, he experimentally rubbed her c**t and she moaned quietly. His c**k jerked at the sound.

"Do you wanna do that baby? Sit on my face like a good girl? Until I make you drip, and scream, and forget everything else but me?" He asked huskily against her ear. While moving his hand up to cup one of her breasts, his thumb rolling the n****e slowly. A whimper escapes her as she nods eagerly, dazed.

"Use your words baby" he commanded.

"A-Allen..." she gasps from need "p-please, I, I wanna do it"

"Do what?" He asks, wanting her to speak clearly.

"I, I wanna sit on your face" she whimpers.

"Good girl" her smirked