VELVET DESIRES: An Erotic Anthology

MY SISTER'S HUSBAND #6

I felt sick to my stomach after what happened last night in the kitchen. How could I let him touch me again, knowing my sister and Lucas were under the same roof? I tried to distract myself with party preparations, but every corner of the house felt tainted by Aaron.

The mansion was buzzing with activity and the house was being transformed. I volunteered for every task I could find, desperate for distraction.

I changed into a sleek black cocktail dress that hugged my curves. Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but wonder what Aaron would think when he saw me. Why did I just have that thought?

The front door opened and Aaron stepped inside, still in his tailored work suit, looking handsome and powerful. His eyes found me immediately across the room a smirk tugging at his lips for a brief second before he greeted Elena with a loving kiss.

The party had ended in chaos.

Everyone was either drunk or close to passing out. At some point, Mom had taken the baby to her place because she said, “This party is getting out of hand.” She claimed my sister just needed an excuse to throw a party bigger than a one-year-old’s birthday and I agreed. The alcohol had been flowing way too heavily.

Elena was passed out somewhere in the master bedroom, I had no idea where Lucas had disappeared to, and Aaron… I didn’t want to think about him.

I had curled up on the big couch in the dimly lit living room, exhausted and tipsy, hoping sleep would erase the guilt before something warm brushed my cheek. I tried to shake it off, but it became heavier, I pried my eyes open struggling to focus.

“Aaron??” I mumbled.

He was hovering over me, one knee on the couch, looking down with a mix of obsession and frustration in his gaze.

“I see you got knocked out,” he whispered as he cupped my cheeks.

“Yeah…” I managed to mumble, still half-asleep.

But he didn’t stop.

Instead, he leaned down and captured my mouth in a kiss. The kiss was soft and almost tender, unlike the way he usually kisses me like he’s starving and angry at the same time. This time it was slow and deep, like he was savoring every second.

His hand left my cheek and gripped the back of my head, pulling me closer to him as his tongue slowly invaded my mouth. I was already losing myself to him. My hands slid around his neck, fingers running through the back of his hair as I kissed him back.

The alcohol was clearly taking over, making everything feel hazy and warm. For a moment, nothing else existed just his lips, his tongue, and the low sound he made in the back of his throat.

Then reality crashed back in.

I snapped out of it with a sharp gasp and pulled away, breathing hard.

“Aaron… wait.” I pleaded.

He didn’t let me go far. His grip on the back of my head stayed firm, forehead resting against mine as he breathed heavily.

“Tell me to stop.” He pressed, his body closing in on me completely, caging me against the couch. “I know you’re not drunk, Sienna. You can make a choice here and now, tell me to stop and I’ll leave you alone. I’ll let you be for the rest of your stay. Just say it.”

My lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. Why couldn’t I tell him to stop? He was giving me an out__a real one__and I was hesitating. This was wrong and twisted. My sister was asleep upstairs with his baby in another house but the ache between my legs and the way my heart raced for him made it impossible to form the words.

Tears pooled in my eyes as I looked up at him. He was dead serious, waiting for my answer, his jaw tight and eyes burning into me.

I blinked the tears back.

“I can’t,” I managed to reply, my voice barely a whisper.

Something dark flashed across his face and he let out a low sound and pulled me even tighter against him.

“You can’t…” he repeated.

Then he rocked his hips up, pressing the thick, hard length of his c**k against my core through our clothes.

“But you can feel that?” he growled softly, grinding slowly so I could feel every inch of how hard he was for me. “I’ve been aching like this for you all night. All f*****g year.”

He rubbed his c**k against my p***y again, deliberate and slow, letting me feel the heat and thickness of him. My thin panties did nothing to dull the sensation and my head began to spin.

“Don’t stop.” I breathed, trying to hold in a moan.

The moment the words left my mouth, Aaron’s eyes darkened and he moved over me fully, his strong body settling between my spread thighs as I lay back on the couch. His weight pressed me down into the cushions, and I felt the thick, hard outline of his c**k nestle right against my soaked panties.

Aaron started grinding against me slowly, rolling his hips in deep, deliberate strokes. The heavy length of his erection dragged perfectly along my c**t with every thrust, separated only by his pants and my thin, drenched panties.

“f**k…” he groaned voice rough. “Say it again.”

I bit my lip hard, but a soft whimper still escaped. “Don’t stop…” I repeated

“f**k, Sienna…” he groaned quietly, burying his face in my neck as he humped me harder.

I bit my lip to stay quiet, but soft whimpers kept escaping as he rocked against me. The friction was intense, his thick c**k rubbing up and down my slit, pressing firmly on my swollen c**t with every slow, powerful grind. I could feel how hard he was, how hot he was through the fabric.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider beneath him as he continued the filthy dry humping. The couch creaked softly with every roll of his hips. My dress was pushed up to my waist, and I knew my panties were completely ruined by my arousal soaking through and wetting the front of his pants.

Aaron’s breathing grew heavier; he kept one hand tangled in my hair while the other gripped my ass, guiding me to grind against him faster.

“You feel how hard I am for you?” he growled against my mouth before kissing me deeply again.

I managed a nod as the pressure built quickly. Every slow grind dragged his thick c**k right over my swollen c**t, sending sparks of pleasure through me. Aaron’s forehead pressed against mine as he rocked me harder, his breathing ragged.

“Look at me,” he ordered softly.

I opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. His jaw was clenched while I tried to control the desperate whimpers that escaped me.

Aaron kept me pinned beneath him, breathing hard as he looked down at the mess I’d made on his pants.

He reached between us and unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick, heavy c**k, it was rock hard and throbbing, the head already glistening with precum. It looked even bigger in the dim light, veins pulsing along the shaft.

He wrapped his hand around the base and slapped it once against my soaked panties, making me jolt. Then he hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties and yanked them roughly to the side, fully exposing my dripping p***y.

“f**k…” he groaned at the sight.

He leaned forward again, pressing the hot, bare length of his c**k directly against my slick folds. The feeling was electric skin on skin, his thick shaft nestled perfectly between my wet lips as he started rubbing himself up and down my p***y.

“Oh my god…” I whimpered.

Aaron dragged his c**k slowly from my entrance all the way up to my c**t, coating himself in my juices. He repeated the motion again and again, sliding his hot, heavy c**k through my folds. Every time the fat head bumped over my swollen c**t, my hips jerked.

“You feel that?” he rasped, voice strained with lust. “This is what you do to me. I’m so f*****g hard for you it hurts.”

I was shaking underneath him, my hands clutching his back as pleasure built rapidly again, he wasn't even in yet but the pleasure was overwhelming.

“I’m not going to f**k you tonight,” he whispered, as he kept rubbing himself against my entrance teasingly. “But I’m going to make you c*m like this… again and again.”

He picked up speed, sliding his thick c**k relentlessly between my folds, focused entirely on my c**t now

“Please__” I whispered with a cry, “f**k me Aaron.” I begged.

Then I heard it.

Soft, unsteady were footsteps coming from the direction of the kitchen. My eyes widened in pure shock as I grabbed fistfuls of Aaron’s shirt, burying my face desperately into the crook of his neck, my heart pounding violently in my chest. The alcohol haze vanished instantly, replaced by cold terror.

What have I done?