My Best Friend's Brother: A Standalone Friends to Lovers Romance (Soulmates Series Book 2) (22 page)

Chapter 39: Andi

My
breath caught in my throat as he pulled down the front of my dress, exposing my
bare breasts.

I
kept my eyes on him and wiggled the bottom part over my hips. I would've let it
drop to the floor, but it had been through enough so I tossed it over his desk
chair.

When
I looked back at him, he was drinking me in, his eyes on the lacy red boy
shorts slung low on my hips.

"What?"
I asked, looking down to see what the fuss was.

"That
underwear. It's criminal."

I
flicked my wrist. "Oh these old things?"

"Do
a little turn for me," he said, throwing his shirt over the chair without
taking his eyes off me.

My
eyes fell to the muscles that littered his chest, admiring the shadows they
cast in the dim light. Then I did a little turn, taking my time so he could see
how killer the boy shorts made my butt look.

He
was clenching his jaw by the time I faced him again.

"I'm
not going to lie," he said. "That underwear makes me want to lock you
in my room and never let you out."

The
corner of my mouth twitched. "Let's see how tonight goes first."
 

His
intense gaze sank down to my chest, and the eager anticipation I felt for his
touch soaked my underwear.

He
laid his hands on my breasts gently at first, as if they were bubbles that
might burst. But when they didn't, he increased the pressure, causing my whole
body to melt against his hands.

With
the little strength I had, I stepped towards the bed, catching the excitement
flash across his face as I dropped my hands to the top of his jeans.

When
I'd managed all the buttons, I stuck a hand down the front of his pants. The
heat coming off his hard on made my mouth water.

"I
don't want anyone but you," he said, grabbing my face to kiss me.
"And when it comes to you, I want every inch to be mine."

I
slung my hands over his shoulders and pressed my breasts against his bare
chest.

He
pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them, kneeling on the bed a moment
later so I was forced off my feet.

I
locked my arms around his neck while he walked forward on his knees, his dick
against my belly as he dragged me towards the head of the bed.

After
he laid me down, he shifted over me so his swollen cock was against my leg and
his face was right above mine. "You're so beautiful, Andi," he said,
kissing me again before moving his lips below my ear. "And you smell so
good right now."

I
laughed. "Do I taste like beer?

"A
little," he said, kissing his way towards my collarbone and groping my
breast with his hand.

My
nipples were so hard they ached, and when he took one in his mouth, the pain
only got worse as they tightened against his twirling tongue.

"You
trying to take a closer look at my panties?" I asked as he kissed down my
stomach and around my belly button.

"
Shhh
," he said, flicking his eyes up to me as he
leaned on his side and ran his fingers up my inner thigh.

I
exhaled when I felt his fingers press against my heat.

"You're
already wet for me," he whispered, dragging his fingertips across the thin
fabric.

I
stole a quick breath as he curled his fingers around the top of my underwear,
lifting my head to watch as he pulled them down my legs and over my feet.

There
was no hiding under his gaze. He was staring at me like he planned to draw me
from memory.

I
was about to beg for his touch again when I felt the tips of his fingers
spreading my own silk over me.

A
moment later, he slid them inside, looking up at my face as he sank them into
my center one inch at a time. "Fuck that's tight," he said, twisting
his wrist.

It
felt so good to let him have his way with me after wanting him for so long, and
I swear I felt my tear ducts twitch at how overwhelmed I was by his touch, his
attention.

It
was all consuming, and I knew in every part of me that he’d be able to make me
come harder than anyone ever had before.

After
all, I was as much his in that moment as I’d always been. I just hadn't
realized it until we were naked and alone.

He
lowered his mouth to me a moment later, replacing his fingers with his tongue
as he squeezed my thighs in rhythm with his licks.

The
sound of the party below was distant and muffled as my body responded to the
forceful lapping of his tongue against me.

Moaning
had never felt so natural.

Best
of all, it seemed to spur him on.

"Oh
god, Shane," I whispered, letting my head fall to the side as I dug my red
nails into his comforter. "That feels too good."

"Just
like it tastes," he said, his hot breath against me.

The
bright ball of heat inside me grew as he found his rhythm, and my eyelids grew
heavy.

When
his wet fingers squeezed my breast in sync with his tongue, my legs went numb,
and I knew I was moments away from the sweet release I craved.

"You're
going to make me c-”

He
stopped before I'd even got the words out.

I
lifted my head, the pain of the suspense more than I could bear.

"Not
yet," he said, kissing my stomach and dragging his wet lips across it.

I
furrowed my brow, frustrated that he would get me so worked up and then deny me
my-

Until
I saw his dick in his hand- saw him stroking it beside my wet entrance- and
realized I'd never wanted anything more.

"I
want you inside me," I said. "Please."

A
flicker of amusement lit up his dark eyes, which he kept on me as he fingered
me again, scooping out my wetness and coating his dick with it.

I
forgot to breathe then- just like I forgot everything that had ever been in my
head. I don't know what happened exactly.

Maybe
it was seeing my pleasure on his swollen cock- or the aggressive longing in
Shane's eyes- but I couldn't look away as I licked my lips and realized how far
past the line we’d gone.

"I'm
ready," I whispered, looking up at him, his gorgeous body flexed over me
like an apparition.

He
guided the tip of his dick to my opening and pushed his way in, stretching me
wide before stopping halfway so I could brace myself for more.

Then
he sank the rest of the way in, and as he forced his last few inches inside me,
I let out a groan that was such a shocking mix of pain and pleasure, I was
worried he might pull back.

But
he didn't.

Instead,
he hovered over me, his eyes on mine as the heat of his throbbing cock held me
open.

And
after what felt like a blissful eternity, he began to thrust.

Chapter 40: Shane

I'd
never felt so close to her.

It
seems obvious to say that, but I didn't think it would be so good, that it
would mean so much.

"You
feel incredible," I said, moving slowly so I could watch the subtle shifts
in her face as she clenched around every inch of me.

"So
do you," she whispered, lifting a hand to my cheek and resting her knees
against my hips.

And
suddenly it was all too much- the pulsing pressure on my dick, the dreamy look
in her eyes. I couldn't handle the swell of emotion taking hold of my throat.

It
was too much too soon. Too many feelings. Too many kinds of pleasure. Like joy and
bliss and other crazy shit I didn't see coming and wasn't fucking ready for.

I
swallowed hard, desperate to regain control of myself before I got totally lost
in her, determined to tolerate her beauty in a way that wouldn’t swallow me up.

I
lowered my face and kissed her, allowing myself to revel in the connection
between us for one more moment.

Then
I rolled onto my back, taking her with me.

But
the stars stayed in her eyes.

"Show
me how you ride a dick," I said, pulling her ass down on me as I thrust up
inside her.

She
laid her hands on my chest and pushed herself upright, looking like a goddess
the way her breasts hung before me.

"Are
you okay?" I asked, suddenly concerned that I'd misread the dizzy look in
her eye and that she was actually going to faint.

She
cocked her head and smiled at me, her brown hair falling over one side of her
face. "I'm
waay
past okay.”

“Come
here," I said, pulling her arm so she fell forward. As soon as her breasts
crushed against my chest, I pressed my mouth to hers and tilted my pelvis up,
forcing myself deep into her core. Then I held the back of her neck and
whispered against her fat lips. "Now fuck me, Andi. I've been waiting for
this for too long."

"You
and me both," she said, lifting her body so her breasts hung in my face.

I
grabbed one with my mouth and the other with my hand, squeezing them both while
she slid up and down me, working my dick as she crushed her clit against the
base of my shaft.

She
moaned as she rode me, grinding herself into a frenzy and forgetting everything
but her carnal pleasure.

And
I relished seeing this sexy side of her, this uninhibited side I never let
myself wonder about. It was pure woman doing what women do best- driving men
crazy with primal need.

I
reached around and dragged a finger through the silk dripping down my balls.
Then I spread my hand over the plump, flexing cheek of her ass and laid a
finger at the edge of her rim.

She
interrupted her rhythm and looked at me. "What are you doing, Shane?"

"Trust
me," I said, keeping my eyes on her as I circled the sensitive, puckered
flesh.

Her
lips fell open.

"I
want every part of you to be mine," I repeated, watching her pick up the
pace again as she took comfort in my eyes. "Come for me, Andi," I
said, watching her body writhe over me.

A
moment later, she started grinding her hips in a circular motion, pressing her
clit against me as she sank her fingers into my chest. "You're so
deep," she whispered, her head falling to the side so I could see the
mascara smudged under her eyes.

She
was so fucking hot I feared I'd be hard for days, that the physical pain of
wanting her might never subside.

I
reached a hand for her breast and worked it in time with her hips, watching her
relax into her rhythm and pick up the pace.

"I'm
going to come," she mouthed so soft I wouldn't have heard it if I hadn't
had my eyes on her lips.

A
moment later, I slipped my finger in her ass.

She
cried out and bucked against me, her body
spasming
as
it squeezed all the places I'd invaded.

And
she came harder than I ever imagined, inflicting a force so great on my dick I
couldn't stop myself from coming, couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her hips
and fucking her orgasm, flooding her center as her pussy milked me so hard my
eyes watered.

"Fuck,"
we panted in unison a few seconds later, smiles spilling across our faces.

She
rocked her hips a few more times, as if she were wringing me out, and I felt
the mess we'd made drip down my balls, which had never felt so good.

Finally,
she laid down and buried her face in my neck. "I can't believe you did
that," she whispered.

"Did
what?" I asked, laying a hand across her delicate back.

"With
your finger," she said, still throbbing around me.

"I
can't believe how much you liked it," I said, staring up at the ceiling,
thinking I could get used to having her draped over me.

She
lifted her head and dragged her fingernails over my scalp. "I did like
it," she said, her glassy eyes finding mine. "I’ve never come so
hard."

I
raised my brows.

"Ever,"
she said. "That was- wow."

I
smiled, trying to memorize the sweet flush of her cheeks. "It was wow for
me, too."

"Really?"
She pursed her wet lips. "Is that the hardest you’ve ever come?"

"Yeah.”
I pushed the hair from her face so I could see her soft features in the dim
light. "Except come isn't the right word."

She
batted her dark lashes. "What's the right word?"

"Fell,"
I said. "That's the hardest I ever fell."