Tempting My Brother’s Best Friend

17

The rest of the afternoon dragged like torture for Ethan.

Every time he looked at Mia, he remembered how she had felt wrapped around him — tight, wet, perfect. The memory of coming inside her, the way she had moaned his name, the way her body had clenched and milked him, refused to leave his head. He tried to stay busy helping Jake with small chores around the house, but his body was still buzzing, still half-hard every time she walked past in those tiny shorts and crop top.

Mia, on the other hand, moved through the house with quiet confidence. She helped with dinner prep, laughed at Jake’s jokes, and acted completely normal. But every time Jake wasn’t looking, her eyes found Ethan’s, and that small, knowing smile appeared again.

By evening, Jake had gone to his room to call Lila, leaving the downstairs mostly quiet.

Ethan was in the laundry room folding clothes when Mia slipped in behind him and closed the door.

He turned sharply. “Mia — what are you doing? Jake is right upstairs.”

She leaned against the closed door, blocking it with her body. The tiny crop top clung to her breasts, n*****s still faintly visible. Her shorts rode high, showing the smooth curve of her ass.

“I can’t stop thinking about earlier,” she whispered, stepping closer. “About how you felt inside me. How you came so hard.”

Ethan’s c**k twitched instantly. He backed up until he hit the dryer. “We can’t. Not again. Not here.”

Mia didn’t stop. She closed the distance until she was pressed against him, her hand sliding down his chest to palm the growing bulge in his shorts.

“You say that every time,” she murmured, stroking him slowly through the fabric. “And every time you still end up f*****g me.”

Ethan groaned softly, his head falling back against the dryer. “Mia… Jake could come down any second.”

“That’s what makes it better,” she whispered, squeezing him gently. “The risk.”

She dropped to her knees right there on the laundry room floor, tugging his shorts and boxers down just enough to free his c**k. It sprang out, already hard and leaking, the head flushed dark.

Mia looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes. “Let me take care of you.”

Before he could protest, she took him into her mouth — slow, deep, and wet. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the precum that had been leaking since the kitchen. She sucked him down until he hit the back of her throat, then pulled back with a soft pop, stroking the base with her hand.

“f**k,” Ethan hissed, one hand tangling in her hair. “You’re going to kill me.”

She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls. She bobbed her head faster, taking him deeper each time, saliva dripping down her chin. The wet, obscene sounds filled the small room — sucking, slurping, her soft little moans as she worked him.

Ethan’s hips twitched, fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth. “Mia… baby… you feel so good.”

She pulled off for a second, stroking him fast with her hand while she looked up at him. “You like my mouth better than my p***y?” she teased softly.

“Both,” he groaned. “f**k, both. I can’t get enough of you.”

She smiled and took him back into her mouth, sucking harder, one hand cupping his balls and rolling them gently. Ethan’s thighs trembled. He was getting close again — the denial from last night and the memory of f*****g her earlier making him hypersensitive.

Just as he was about to warn her, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs.

Jake’s voice echoed down the hallway. “Ethan?”

Ethan froze, panic flashing in his eyes.

Mia didn’t stop. She sucked him deeper, faster, eyes locked on his with wicked challenge.

Ethan’s hand tightened in her hair, torn between pulling her off and pushing her down harder.

“Ethan?” Jake called again, closer now.

Ethan’s voice came out strained. “Yeah — I’m in the laundry room. Be right up.”

The footsteps paused, then retreated.

Mia pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen, and gave him one last slow stroke.

“You’re going to come for me next time,” she whispered, standing up and wiping her mouth. “When I decide.”

In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and pinned her against the dryer. His body pressed flush against hers from behind, his hard c**k grinding against her ass through the thin fabric of his shorts and her tiny ones.

“You think you can keep playing games with me?” he growled low in her ear, one hand sliding up to wrap gently but firmly around her throat, the other yanking her shorts and panties down in a single rough tug.

Mia gasped, her hands bracing on the dryer. “Ethan—”

“Quiet,” he ordered, voice dark and commanding. “Jake is right upstairs. You wanted this? Then you’ll take it how I give it.”

He shoved his own shorts down just enough to free his c**k — thick, heavy, and already leaking. Without another word, he rubbed the head along her soaked folds, coating himself in her wetness, then pushed inside her in one deep, steady thrust.

Mia’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as he filled her completely. He was big, stretching her perfectly, the angle from behind letting him hit deep.

Ethan didn’t give her time to adjust. He started f*****g her hard and fast — quick, powerful strokes that made the dryer shake slightly. The wet slap of skin on skin was muffled by the running washing machine, but the risk made everything more intense.

“f**k, you’re so tight,” he groaned against her ear, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, the other staying around her throat, holding her in place. “This what you wanted? My c**k buried inside you while your brother is upstairs?”

Mia whimpered, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Yes — God, yes —”

He f****d her with controlled urgency, hips snapping, c**k driving deep with every stroke. The position let him grind against that perfect spot inside her, making her legs shake. His free hand slid around to rub her c**t in tight, fast circles.

“You’re going to come on my c**k,” he whispered harshly, teeth grazing her ear. “Right now. Quietly. Or I stop.”

The threat combined with the relentless pace pushed her over the edge fast. Mia’s body tensed, her walls clenching around him as she came hard, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Her p***y pulsed and fluttered, milking him rhythmically.

Ethan groaned, burying himself deep as he followed right after her. He came with a low, guttural sound, flooding her with thick, hot spurts, hips stuttering against her ass as he emptied himself completely.

They stayed locked together for a few seconds, breathing hard, his c**k still twitching inside her.

Then reality crashed back in.

Ethan pulled out quickly, c*m dripping down her thigh. He yanked her shorts back up and fixed his own, heart pounding.

“Clean yourself up,” he said, voice still rough but controlled. “And don’t push me like that again. Next time I won’t be gentle.”

Mia turned, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with satisfaction and challenge. She gave him a slow smile.

“Promise?” she whispered.

Ethan opened his mouth to reply when they both heard footsteps on the stairs again.