Chapter Five: He’s My Brother’s Best Friend
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“He was off-limits. My brother’s golden boy. But one night, he kissed me and I didn’t stop him.”
I’ve had a crush on Mason Reyes since I was sixteen.
Tall, cocky, perfect Mason my brother’s best friend, practically family. He was the first boy I ever fantasized about. The first man I wanted to touch me, look at me, want me back.
But he never did.
At least, I thought he didn’t.
We all grew up, drifted apart. My brother joined the military. I stayed local for college. Mason? He stuck around. Worked construction by day, bartended on weekends. Still came by to help Mom with things around the house. Still called my brother “bro.”
And still made my heart skip like I was a teenager again.
I never told him how I felt.
Until the night I got drunk and said it out loud.
We were in the kitchen, alone, after one of Mom’s barbecues. Most of the guests had gone. The stars were out. I was tipsy. He was nursing a beer.
And I was staring at his arms.
Veined. Tanned. Covered in dirt and sweat from fixing the deck earlier. He’d taken his shirt off hours ago and never bothered to put it back on.
He caught me looking.
“You good?” he asked.
“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen.”
The words came out before I could stop them. Slurred, soft, soaked in heat and three drinks.
Mason froze.
“What?”
I swallowed, heart thundering. “You heard me.”
He stared at me for a moment. Then slowly walked closer.
“You shouldn’t say s**t like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I might not be strong enough to pretend I don’t want to f**k you right here.”
The kiss was rough.
Teeth. Tongue. Hunger.
His hand cupped the back of my head as he pulled me into him, lips crashing against mine like he'd waited years. My hands roamed his chest, down his abs, desperate to feel the muscles I’d only seen from afar.
He lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing.
“You sure you want this?” he asked, eyes wild.
“I’ve always wanted this.”
He dropped to his knees.
Kissed up the insides of my thighs, spreading my legs wider. I was already soaked, panties clinging, heartbeat racing.
He pulled them down and tossed them aside, not even pretending to be patient.
His tongue touched me hot, thick, slow.
I moaned loudly, grinding against his mouth, clutching the edge of the counter.
“f**k, Mason!”
He licked deep, firm strokes, mouth devouring me like he was starved. His fingers spread me open, and his tongue circled my c**t until I was shaking.
He moaned into me and the vibrations sent me spiraling.
I came hard.
Gushing against his face.
But he didn’t stop.
He stood, mouth wet, eyes burning.
I reached for him, grabbed his jeans, unbuttoned them with shaking hands. His c**k sprang free thick, hard, dripping.
I dropped to my knees.
“f**k,” he whispered. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
I licked up his shaft, sucked the head, let my tongue play with the precum already beading at the tip. His hand tangled in my hair, hips bucking as I took him deeper.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned.
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, bobbing my head, tongue massaging the underside.
He tried to pull back.
I held him tighter.
“Gonna come” he warned.
And he did.
Hot, thick, down my throat.
I swallowed everything.
He lifted me off the floor and carried me to the couch, laying me down like I was precious and breakable.
“Round two,” he whispered.
His c**k was already getting hard again.
He entered me slowly inch by inch his eyes locked on mine the whole time.
And when he bottomed out, I nearly screamed.
He started thrusting. Deep. Delicious. Filling.
“Been dreaming of this p***y for years,” he growled. “Never thought I’d get it.”
I wrapped my legs around him, dug my nails into his back, and matched every stroke.
Our bodies slapped. Our breaths synced. The couch creaked.
He kissed me hard when I came again, my nails dragging down his back as I moaned into his mouth.
Then he came inside me.
Hard. Groaning my name.
We lay there in silence after.
Sticky. Satisfied. Stunned.
“Your brother’s gonna kill me,” he whispered.
I grinned. “Not if you f**k me again before he finds out.”
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