Tempting My Brother’s Best Friend

10

Ethan’s truck rumbled to life in the driveway just after seven. The evening sky had turned a deep orange, streetlights flickering on one by one. Mia climbed into the passenger seat without a word, the skimpy white sundress riding high on her thighs as she settled in.

The thin fabric clung to her body in the warm cabin air, the low neckline showing the soft upper curves of her breasts and the faint freckles he had traced with his tongue in his mind a hundred times since yesterday.

Ethan kept his eyes on the road, knuckles white on the wheel, but every time she shifted, the dress slipped another inch and his c**k gave a stubborn twitch against his jeans.

“You didn’t have to drive me,” she said quietly, staring out the window.

“I’m keeping an eye on you,” he answered, voice tight. “That’s what I told Jake.”

The party was at a house a few miles away — music already thumping from the open windows when they pulled up. College kids spilled across the lawn, red cups in hand, laughter loud under the string lights.

Mia stepped out before he could say anything else, the dress swaying with her hips as she walked straight into the crowd.

Ethan followed at a distance, leaning against the truck at first, then moving closer when he saw the way guys’ eyes tracked her. She looked too damn beautiful — glowing under the lights, hair loose, legs endless in that dress. He hated how much he noticed.

Twenty minutes later he spotted it.

A tall guy in a backwards cap handed Mia a cup, leaning in too close, his hand brushing her arm. “Come on, just one drink. Loosen up, pretty girl.”

Mia shook her head, stepping back. “I’m good, thanks.”

The guy didn’t move. “One won’t hurt. I’ll even hold it for you if you’re scared.”

Ethan was across the lawn in three strides. His fist connected with the guy’s jaw before he could think — a solid crack that sent the cup flying and the asshole stumbling backward into the grass.

“Touch her again and I’ll break more than your face,” Ethan growled.

Mia’s eyes went wide. “Ethan—”

He grabbed her wrist, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough that there was no argument, and dragged her back toward the truck. People stared, whispers rippling, but he didn’t care. He yanked the passenger door open, practically lifted her inside, then slammed it shut.

The second he was behind the wheel, the argument exploded.

“What the hell was that?” Mia demanded, cheeks flushed. “You punched him! I was handling it!”

“You were handling it by letting some random asshole push alcohol on you?” Ethan’s voice was low, dangerous. He started the engine and peeled away from the curb. “You’re eighteen, Mia. Not stupid.”

She turned in the seat, the dress riding higher, flashing smooth thigh. “Oh, so now you care what I do? Yesterday you kissed me like you wanted to f**k me right there on the porch, then told me I was just your squirt and we had to stop. Today you drag me out of a party like I’m your property. Make it make sense, Ethan.”

His c**k twitched hard against his jeans at her words — angry, filthy, true. He ruffled his hair roughly with one hand, gripping the wheel tighter with the other. “You don’t get it. I’m trying to protect you.”

“Protect me?” She laughed, short and bitter, but her voice had gone husky. “Or are you just pissed that someone else might touch what you won’t let yourself have? You’re hard right now, aren’t you? I can see it. That bulge in your jeans every time I talk about the porch. Every time I remind you how wet you made me yesterday.”

“Jesus Christ, Mia—” He cursed sharply, the truck swerving slightly as heat flooded his groin. His c**k was painfully thick now, straining against the denim, throbbing with every word she threw at him.

She kept going, voice low and relentless. “You can kiss me until I’m shaking and then push me away, but God forbid another guy looks at me too long. You’re such a hypocrite. And it turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing I’m not your little sister anymore. Knowing I want you to stop pretending.”

Ethan’s breathing was ragged. He cursed again, louder, and yanked the wheel hard, pulling off the main road into a dark, tree-lined side street. The truck rolled to a stop under heavy shadows, engine ticking as it cooled. No streetlights. No houses nearby. Just the faint glow of the dashboard and the heavy silence between them.

He killed the engine.

“Get over here,” he growled.

Mia’s eyes widened for half a second, then darkened with the same need. She unbuckled and slid toward him, but Ethan was already moving — one hand hitting the lever to recline her seat all the way back with a smooth mechanical whir. He climbed over the console in one fluid motion, caging her beneath him, the truck suddenly too small for the heat pouring off both of them.

His mouth crashed down on hers — raw, desperate, nothing like the careful kiss on the porch. Teeth clacked, tongues slid deep and filthy, his hand fisting her hair to tilt her head exactly how he wanted. Mia moaned into his mouth, legs parting instinctively as he settled between them, his hard c**k grinding against her core through the thin dress and his jeans.

“You’re going to end me,” he breathed against her lips, voice wrecked. “f**k, Mia… you’re going to end me.”

She was breathless, chest heaving, n*****s tight against the dress. “Don’t stop. Please, Ethan… don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

Ethan shoved the dress up to her waist in one rough motion, exposing the tiny white panties already dark with her arousal. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked them down her legs, tossing them somewhere in the footwell. Then he slid lower, broad shoulders forcing her thighs wide apart, his hot breath ghosting over her soaked p***y.

The first slow drag of his tongue made her cry out — flat and broad from her dripping entrance all the way up to her swollen c**t. She tasted sweet and musky, slick and warm, and he groaned like a starving man, burying his face deeper. He licked her open, messy and hungry, tongue circling her c**t before sucking it hard between his lips. Mia’s hips bucked, hands flying to his hair, tugging as she whimpered.

“Ethan—oh God—”

He pinned her hips down with one forearm, the other hand spreading her open wider so he could thrust his tongue inside her tight heat, f*****g her with it in deep, wet strokes. The truck filled with the obscene sounds — wet slurping, her broken moans, his low growls vibrating against her p***y. He alternated between sucking her c**t and licking long stripes through her folds, savoring every drop of her arousal that coated his chin and lips.

Mia’s thighs trembled around his head, power dynamic shifting with every second. He was the one in control — holding her down, devouring her like he owned her — yet she was the one breaking him. Every desperate “please” and “don’t stop” from her lips made his c**k throb painfully against the seat, leaking into his jeans.

“You taste so f*****g good,” he rasped against her, voice thick. “Been dying to taste this p***y since the porch. Since the first time you wore that bikini and made me lose my mind.”

Mia arched, tears of pure overwhelming pleasure pricking her eyes. “Ethan… I’m close—please—”

He sucked her c**t harder, two thick fingers sliding deep inside her without warning, curling against that spot that made her see stars. The power was intoxicating: her tiny whimpers, the way her walls clenched around his fingers, the way she begged the man who had sworn he couldn’t have her.

She came with a sharp cry, thighs locking around his head, p***y pulsing and flooding his tongue with fresh slick. He didn’t stop — licked her through every aftershock, gentler now but still greedy, until she was shaking and gasping his name like a prayer.

When he finally lifted his head, chin shiny with her, eyes dark and wild, the truck was fogged up and the night outside was completely black.

Mia stared up at him, chest heaving, dress bunched around her waist, legs still spread.

Ethan’s voice was hoarse, raw with everything he still hadn’t said.

“This changes nothing,” he lied, even as his c**k ached and his hands trembled on her thighs. “We still can’t—”

But the look in her eyes told him she knew he was already lost.

And the night was far from over.