Bossed By My Brother's Best Friend

CHAPTER 2

LILA'S POV

The command sends a shiver down my spine. I do as I’m told, tears pricking my eyes as I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

I bob my head, taking him deeper with each pass, the wet sounds of my mouth working him filling the air.

His free hand braces against the wall and his muscles tenses as he starts to rock his hips, f*****g my face with controlled power.

Saliva drips down my chin, mixing with the precum leaking from his tip, and the humiliation twists into something electric, making my p***y clench with need.

"That's it," he rasps, his blue eyes boring into me like he's claiming every inch of my soul. "Take my c**k like the submissive little slut you are."

His words send shivers racing over my skin and my n*****s harden against the lace of my bra.

I moan around him, the vibration drawing a hiss from his lips.

He pulls back slightly, letting me gasp for air, strings of spit connecting us, before shoving in again, hitting the back of my throat.

My hands clutch his thighs and my nails dig into the hard muscle as I surrender completely, lost in the act of serving him.

My wolf howls inside, begging for more. But even as I worship his c**k, sucking harder, faster, the ache between my legs builds to a fever pitch.

My panties are soaked and I squirm on my knees, desperate for friction.

Finally, he yanks my head back, his c**k slipping free with a wet pop, glistening from my efforts. I'm panting, my lips swollen as I stare up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Please," I whimper, my voice hoarse and every nerve in my body filled with unsatisfied hunger.

"Please what?" He smirks roughly, wiping a thumb across my lower lip. "Beg properly."

"I need…”

"You need me to f**k you," he finishes for me, and it instantly makes me wetter. "Say it.”

"I need you to…" My face burns, but I force the words out. "I need you to f**k me."

"That's better."

In one swift motion, he lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist instinctively.

But instead of laying me down gently on the couch like Connor always did, he presses me hard against the wall.

His mouth crashes into mine dominantly, all tongue and teeth, and I kiss him desperately.

His hand slides between my thighs, pushing my panties aside, and when his fingers find my c**t, I cry out.

"So wet for me already," he murmurs against my lips. "And I haven't even touched you properly yet."

He works me with his fingers, and I'm lost in sensation, grinding against his hand shamelessly.

I've never been so desperate and needy like this.

"That's it," he encourages darkly. "Take what you need."

But just when I'm close to the edge, he withdraws his hand, and I actually whimper at the loss.

"Not yet," he says. "You'll come when I say you can."

The dominance in his voice should terrify me. Instead, it just makes me want him more.

"Please... f**k me," I gasp again, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. Innocent little me, Lila, begging like some unrestrained thing.

What would my friends say? What would Liam say if he knew? Goddess, don't think about your brother right now.

The stranger rolls a condom over his c**k, then positions himself at my entrance.

He enters my p***y in one powerful thrust, and I cry out, my head falling back against the wall. He's bigger than Connor, filling me in a way that's almost overwhelming, and for a moment I can't breathe.

"f**k," he groans against my neck. "You're tight."

He doesn't wait for me to adjust, his hips snapping against my ass and the slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls.

Each thrust drives me up onto my toes, my breasts bouncing in my bra, and I bite my lip to stifle the moans, but they escape anyway, high and needy.

"Harder," I moan, surprising myself.

He smirks darkly and tightens his grip on my hair, f*****g me like he owns me.

The wall scrapes my palms as I push back, meeting his rhythm, my juices dripping down my thighs. I'm close, so close to…

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

We both freeze, his c**k still buried deep inside me, pulsing. My heart stutters, slamming against my ribs. What the hell? Who…?

"Wade? You in there?" A familiar voice calls from the other side of the door, muffled but unmistakable.

Oh s**t.

It's Liam. My brother.

Panic floods me, and the stranger, Wade, apparently, curses under his breath, pulling out so fast I whimper at the loss, my p***y clenching around nothing.

He grabs my clothes urgently and shoves them at me. “Get dressed. Now.”

I fumble with my jeans, yanking them up while kicking my soaked and twisted panties under the couch.

My hair's a mess, lips swollen, and I can still taste him on my tongue. Wade's zipping up his pants, buckling his belt with practiced speed, but his eyes dart to me, wild and frustrated.

The knock comes louder this time. "Wade, open up. It's Liam."

Wade shoots me a shut up and act normal look before striding to the door, cracking it just enough to block the view inside.

I press myself against the wall, my pulse thundering in my ears. This can’t be happening. Liam wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.

The door opens wider, and Liam steps in with a bag of takeout in one hand, looking perfectly normal and utterly oblivious.

He’s smiling and perfectly relaxed. Until he sees me.

“Lila?” His brows shoot up in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

I force a laugh, but it comes out like a dying squeaky toy. “Uh… surprise? I just… I didn't want to stay at my place tonight. Thought I’d come here to relax.”

Inside, I'm screaming. My legs feel like jelly, and there's a trickle of wetness sliding down my thigh.

Liam's eyes narrow slightly, and I can tell he's not entirely buying it.

But then, he looks between me and the guy behind him, and some of the tension leaves his shoulders.

"Well, it looks like you two have finally met each other," Liam says, and there's something almost pleasing in his voice now. "Introduced yourselves and everything."

Wade and I exchange a quick glance. If only Liam knew exactly how we'd "introduced" ourselves.

"Yes," Wade says carefully.

"Good, good." Liam sets the takeout bag on the nearby table. "Lila, this is Wade Cross. My childhood best friend I've been telling you about forever. He just moved back to town this month."

I gape, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. Shocked doesn't even cover it, I'm mortified.

"And Wade," Liam continues, completely oblivious to my internal panic, "this is Lila. My little sister."

Wade's expression shifts, and I see his jaw clench slightly.

"Your sister," he repeats.

"Yep." Liam grins, clearly happy to finally be introducing us.

Oh, Goddess.

Shit.

This stranger who just f****d me… is my brother's best friend?!