One Night Stand With My Bestie's Brother

Chapter 3

/Shauna/

After he had been drinking for some time and we had engaged in conversation for a while, Harry requested that I check him into a hotel. I drove to the closest one and parked there since he didn't want his loved ones to see him like this, and he told me they wouldn't understand.

I cast a sidelong glance in his direction as I sat in the seat and focused on moving forward. "I'll grab a room." Because Emrina's family was so generous, I was able to get a credit card when I turned eighteen. I got out of the car and proceeded inside, where I made a request for a suite that had one bedroom while wearing a weary smile.

The cashier gave me a brief once over, and during that time I wanted to groan. It had been a hard day, and I was well aware that I appeared to be in a terrible state. After he handed me the key card, I went to get Harry, and on the way to the elevator, he put his arm around me and helped me to steady myself. I unlocked the door for him and assisted him in entering the room, which was located on the second level.

"You're not going to let yourself get so drunk that you pass out here by yourself, are you?" As I switched on the light and surveyed the spacious bedroom, I turned to Harry and asked him.

"I would like to." He muttered something under his breath as he began to undo the buttons on his shirt and pull it out of its tuck in his black pants. As I took in his chiseled chest and flawless abs, I found myself unable to speak while I observed him.

He gazed at me for a brief minute before running his hand through his hair, which was already unkempt. "Thank you for being there for me at all times, Shauna. I can depend on you." I was startled when Harry went towards me and he began to massage my hair before leaning down to kiss the top of my head.

I felt a wave of heat wash over me as he missed, and his lips gently covered mine in a kiss. Even though he tasted like the whiskey that he'd been drinking all night, I didn't mind having his tongue in my mouth because he'd been drinking all night. I reached behind him and touched his back as I inhaled the aroma of his oceanic body soap combined with the perfume of the woodsy bar that he used. As I became more engrossed in Harry, he leaned his head back and kissed me more passionately.

I was prepared for the fact that this might involve mourning s*x. It would be the kind that didn't do anything more than get him high and then leave his system. I was being self-centered when I said that I wanted to be the only one, even if it was just for tonight.

Harry gently lowered me back onto the bed, planted a kiss on my neck, and whispered that he couldn't function without me. I didn't put up much of a struggle, so he was able to disrobe me and kiss every inch of my body. His hands and lips were incredible, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as I arched my back and gave him more of my ni*ple.

Harry never referred to me by name, so I reasoned that he was not going to remember any of this. It worked out just that way. We have far too much experience in this area to go any further.

That night, I cried out as he wrapped himself in my covering and slid inside of me, giving him not just my body but also a portion of my heart. I had to spread my arms out to get a good grip on his shoulders. The first time I went out with a lover who was just a casual acquaintance a year before paled in comparison to that night, which I would never forget.

Harry screamed "F"ck" as he slammed himself inside of me and then remained motionless as the third release from my body flowed over him. I was so overcome by all that was happening that I collapsed next to him and closed my eyes. As I took in a substantial amount of air, I could feel the pulse of each and every nerve ending in my body.

I'd felt his hands on my body, and his tongue had given me one of the most exhilarating org**ms I'd ever experienced. I'd felt his hands on my body. As I continued to look at him, his c"ck added two more to that total, causing me to blink rapidly for a time.

Harry was dozing off at the time. He was laboriously breathing but appeared to be asleep when I took a time to attend to him. I'd had s****l experience previously, but I wasn't sure what to do at this point. Do I toss the condom and assume that he arrived here by himself by calling a cab, or do I keep the condom? Would it even register in his mind that I accompanied him after he left the bar?

I made the decision to clean him up, so I removed the condom, wrapped it in some tissue, and threw it away after placing it in the back of the trash can in the restroom. We drove here in Harry's car, and when I got here, I decided to call an Uber to pick me up since I wanted to notify his family that he required some time to be by himself.

Even though I knew for a fact that Harry would never intentionally damage himself, it was nevertheless upsetting to me to see him drink every single night for the following two weeks. Emrina had the impression that he was sleeping with a new girl every night. That struck me more deeper than I was willing to acknowledge, but I could never explain the reason why to her.

The moment I pulled into the driveway and parked in the garage, I was jolted back to the here and now. As I opened the door of the car and saw Emrina leave, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious as Harry had pulled up next to us. As we made our way into the house, which was empty and dark, Harry went to get some water for all of us to drink. I watched his ass as he moved towards the stairs, recalling how it felt to have it in my hands as I asked him to go harder and deeper. He advised us to get some sleep, and I watched his ass as he headed towards the stairs.

After giving Emri a friendly grin, we followed him up the stairs and entered her room, which was rather spacious. When we were there, it was comparable in size to a studio apartment and featured a king-sized bed that we used together. Down the hall, Harry had a room that was very similar to mine, although I hardly ever went in there. Despite how badly I wanted to, there was no way I could sneak into his room and sleep there.

She then slipped on a pair of shorts and a tank top before leaning back against the pillows and falling asleep. Before stepping out onto the balcony, I changed into yoga pants and a large t-shirt. I took a deep breath of the salty air and focused my attention on the sound of the waves crashing on the beach beyond Emrina's house. This place was like a utopia.

The previous evening spent with Harry was relived in my mind for what seemed like the millionth time.

I let out a sigh as I sank into the lounge chair, knowing that Emrina was currently dozing off. Since it had happened, I'd been using it as a memory, and as I looked up at the stars, I slowly pulled my knees to my chest and held them there. When I put my hand over the lace and ran it between my legs, I found that it was warm and little damp.

The fact that he was here tonight kindled a fire in me that I was confident would last forever. I slid my fingers under the fabric and traced the outline of my c**t while thinking about how his tongue had felt when it was on me. It worked out beautifully. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I came, and I bit the inside of my lip to keep still as the release coursed through my body. Even in my wildest imagination, Harry provided me with the most satisfying s****l experiences I've ever had.

When I was done, I rested my eyes, closed my eyes, and focused on my deep breathing to calm down. Because the breeze felt so good on my sweaty skin, I seriously contemplated spending the night here. It was secure and secluded, and I was able to get up and head inside as soon as the light began to rise. After all, I was supposed to be on vacation.

I was awakened as the sun was about to rise, and I slowly blinked my eyes. Because it had started to get chilly, I decided to go back inside and get into bed in the hopes of getting a few more hours of sleep before we went shopping.

Minda jolted us awake at nine in the morning and questioned whether or not we were ready for this as she peeked into the bedroom. Emrina whispered something in response to her, and I smiled an embarrassed smile at the woman. She informed us that in one hour she would be ready, and at that moment I clasped hands with my closest buddy.

We were able to take a shower and get out of there on time. While I appeared to be my normal, unmade-up self, Emrina opted not to wear makeup and opted instead to wear dark spectacles. Only at important events did women apply makeup. After a cup of coffee to get the day started, we went out to do some shopping.

While shopping was one of Minda and Emrina's favorite activities, I could only stand it. Instead of making a number of journeys to the shopping mall, my mother was the kind of lady who could get everything done when it needed to be done. I was still preoccupied with the thought of Harry as I looked at some garments when they caught up to me.