Filthy Desire

Chapter 4: My Best Friend's Older Brother

Later that evening, the house was quiet.

Kimberly had texted both of them earlier: she wasn’t coming home. She’d met a really hot guy at the mall and he’d invited her out. Allen had only replied with a short “Be safe.” After that, the house belonged to just the two of them.

Allen stood at the stove, stirring something in a pan, when soft footsteps came down the stairs. He glanced over his shoulder and froze.

Ember stood in the kitchen doorway, completely naked except for the duvet she had loosely wrapped around her body. The fabric dipped low between her breasts and barely covered her hips. She walked over, hopped up onto the kitchen counter beside him, and let the duvet fall open just enough to show the soft inner curve of one breast.

“Smells good,” she said, voice light, teasing. “Better than what we had for lunch.”

Allen’s eyes darkened. He turned the stove off and wiped his hands.

“You’re playing a dangerous game walking around like that.”

She only smiled and swung her legs a little. “Maybe I like dangerous.”

They ended up on the couch with plates of food, the duvet draped over both of them. Ember sat sideways against his chest while they ate. It didn’t last long. Allen kept staring down the open gap of the duvet, eyes locked on the heavy swell of her breasts.

She noticed and smacked the side of his head lightly.

“Eyes up here, Mr.”

He smirked, not looking away.

“What? I’m just admiring the beauty of God’s creation.”

“Very funny. Now eat.”

He took another bite, but his free hand slid under the duvet and rested heavily on her bare thigh. His thumb stroked slow circles higher and higher until his fingers brushed the soft, still-swollen lips of her p***y. She was already wet again. He felt it and let out a low sound.

Ember tried to keep eating. She really did. But when two of his thick fingers pushed inside her without warning, slow and deep, her fork clattered onto the plate.

“Allen…”

He set his own plate aside, shoved hers away, and yanked the duvet off her completely. In the next second he stood, hauled her up, and set her bare ass on the kitchen counter. The cold marble made her gasp. He stepped between her thighs, shoved his sweatpants down, and freed his c**k — already hard, heavy, and leaking at the tip.

He didn’t ease in.

He gripped her hips hard, lined up, and thrust into her in one rough stroke, burying every thick inch inside her tight, wet heat. Ember cried out, head falling back against the upper cabinets. Allen didn’t give her time to adjust. He started f*****g her hard and deep right away, the wet slap of his hips against her thighs loud in the quiet kitchen.

“f**k—so tight,” he growled, pounding into her. “Still so f*****g wet for me.”

He hooked her legs over the crooks of his elbows, folding her wide open, and drove into her even harder. The counter creaked under the force. Ember’s breasts bounced with every brutal thrust. He leaned down, sucked one n****e into his mouth, and bit just hard enough to make her moan louder while his c**k kept slamming deep. The stretch was intense; every stroke dragged against her walls and hit that spot that made her thighs tremble.

The first orgasm hit her fast and hard. Her walls clamped down around him as she came, squirting around his c**k with a broken cry. The hot rush of fluid spilled onto the counter and ran down his balls. Allen didn’t slow down. He f****d her straight through it, the wet sounds growing filthier, his grip on her thighs bruising.

“That’s one,” he muttered against her breast, still thrusting deep. “Give me another.”

He reached between them and rubbed her swollen c**t in tight, rough circles while his c**k pounded her without mercy. Ember’s second orgasm ripped through her harder than the first. She screamed, body jerking violently, squirting again — harder this time — coating his c**k, his stomach, and the front of his shirt. Her legs shook so hard he had to hold them tighter to keep her open.

Allen pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her stomach over the counter, chest pressed flat to the cold marble, ass up and presented to him. He slammed back into her from behind in one powerful stroke and started f*****g her even more mercilessly. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back; the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks as he railed her. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen. Every thrust forced a broken sound out of her.

“Take it,” he ordered, voice rough and low. “Take every f*****g inch like a good girl.”

He kept the pace brutal, hips snapping forward, c**k driving deep enough to make her toes curl. Ember came a third time with a high, shattered cry, squirting so hard it ran down her thighs in thick streams and dripped onto the kitchen floor. Her p***y convulsed wildly around him, pulsing and milking his c**k. The tight, soaking heat finally pushed him over the edge.

Allen buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural groan and came hard, flooding her with thick ropes of c*m. He kept grinding deep as he emptied into her, pushing every drop as far inside as it would go until it started leaking out around his c**k with every small movement of his hips.

He stayed buried inside her for a long moment afterward, breathing heavily, one hand still tangled in her hair, the other stroking slowly over the curve of her ass and the place where they were joined.

Only when the last pulses faded did he lean down and press a rough kiss to the back of her shoulder.

“Dinner’s cold,” he muttered.

Ember, still trembling and dripping his c*m down her thighs, managed a weak, breathless laugh against the counter.