Seduced by My Bestie's Brother

Why did you ran away from me?

~Thelma POV~

The distance to our house is short, so I am soon there. The lucky thing is I know where the keys are kept, so I do not need to wait for Mom to come back, since I am not even certain when she will be returning.

I get inside the house, my heart still not settled. Why would not I let anything continue with Rich? I had no idea that I would have the guts to get away from him without finally giving in. It is something I didn’t know I had the courage to do. I don’t know if it is obvious to him that I like him.

As usual, I rush to the kitchen to get myself some cold water to drink. I think you have observed it by now, water is always my solution whenever I am nervous. I rapidly sip down a glass of water, then go for a second glass as well.

At least I am a bit calm after having two glasses of water. I move, still a bit nervous, and throw myself onto the couch. A few minutes later, there is a knock at the door. I am doomed. Maybe Mom has come back since it is already getting late and many people have perhaps started going back to their respective homes.

I move lazily to the door.

“Wel—” I am cut short by the person at the door. The next thing I know is the feel of a pair of lips harshly and roughly landing on mine as I am pushed back into the house.

The truth is, I am taken by surprise to the point that I do not even know what to do at all. He was at least the last person I expect to see here more so after what happened at his house not long ago.

Rich doesn’t give me a moment to think about anything. With his tongue wetly in my mouth, he carries me toward the couch and then places me down. The truth is, I am in total shock and do not even know how to react.

With his lips still on me, I can feel his hands searching, and soon one of them is on my n****e, twisting it through the cloth.

“More sharp-pointed than they were three years ago,” he murmurs after pulling briefly away from my lips, but then he is right back onto them in an instant. Without any warning, his lips travel from my lips to my neck, placing soft kisses all over.

What can poor me do but lean back and wait to see what else he is going to do? He has always had that power over me. The moment he is fully on me, it is the last moment for thinking. My thinking capacity ends there.

“Why did you even run away from me, yet here you are surrendering everything to me?”

The moment I hear those words, I come back to my senses and push him far away from me.

Not again. I am not betraying my best friend once more because of my own s****l lust. I did it three years ago, and it will not happen again. At least I was younger then, but I am not making that mistake again. That is not happening ever again.

Rich, who is standing not far away from me, looks on with a long face, disappointment written all over it. He is such a jerk. He thinks he can come and have his way with me anytime he wants. If I see clearly, it seems as though he views me like a w***e who is there whenever he feels like releasing himself sexually.

“GET OUT!” I shout at him, fuming with anger. I refuse to stoop that low ever again.

“Come on, Thelma. I know you want this as much as I do,” he says with a smirk on his face, pointing between the two of us.

Damn it! What does he think of himself? Does he think I am a fool? I might be really lusting for him, but I am not going to let it happen. It will not let him win.

“Thelma, just let me make you feel good,” he says huskily as he takes a few steps toward me.

I get wise and take a few steps backward, and he follows forward.

“Rich, I don’t want anything to do with you. Just get out,” I yell at him once again.

“Dear, at least let me have a kiss,” he says seductively now, only a few inches away. My stupid heart starts pounding. It begins to thunder so fast, and my whole body feels hotter. Why is it always this jerk who has the ability to make me feel so many different things?

He raises his hand and puts it on my cheek. Thelma, push it away, my inner being reminds me, but my body is too weak to obey.

“Let me show you what real pleasure is,” he whispers, beginning to caress my cheek. I try so hard to suppress a moan that wants to escape from my mouth.

He uses his other hand to pull me toward him, our bodies colliding in the process.

“Feel what you have done to me,” he says, grabbing my hand and putting it on his hard-on.

“Ehmmm…” this time, I fail to suppress a moan. I hear him chuckle, a jerk, I think.

“You see? What do you do to me?” he asks. I feel myself soaked. This is wrong. I have promised myself over and over that I will never let him do anything to me. I will not fall into his arms just like that.

A knock at the door brings me back to my senses once again.

“Go away! My mom is at the door,” I say panicking.

I do not want Mom to find him here. What excuse would I give her?