Propositioning Her Brother's Best Friend (10 page)

Chapter Nine

Rachel watched the movie Paul had
picked and didn’t understand the storyline at all. Paul kept caressing her neck
with one hand and her thigh with the other. He was surprising her at every
turn.

“You’re not watching this movie, are
you?” he asked, taking her by surprise yet again.

“I can’t think with your hands on
me.”

He chuckled, and the sound melted
her to the spot. Her stomach tightened as heat spilled between her thighs. She
was so turned on. Not only did Paul want her sexually, but he wanted her for a
lot longer than she ever anticipated. Paul held her face between his hands and
turned her to look at him. Licking her lips she gazed into his dark brown eyes
and then down to his lips. They looked so inviting. She remembered what they
felt like against her own. His lips were firm and demanding.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked.

“I’m thinking about you kissing me.”

“Is that what you want me to do?
Kiss you.”

“It would be a nice start.”

He stroked her cheek. Seconds later
his lips were on hers.
 

Rachel moaned and wrapped her arms
around his neck. She kissed his lips. The movie played in the background to no
one. Paul was the only thing on her mind. She couldn’t believe how angry she’d
made him before the movie. Then the shock was replaced by embarrassment. She
didn’t want to be treated like his other women, and yet she’d pretty much asked
him why he wasn’t treating her that way.

She felt suddenly free to enjoy him.
There was no panic to be everything for him in order to keep his attention.
Paul really wanted her. His fingers sank into the length of her hair as he
deepened the kiss. Paul’s lips consumed hers as he plunged his tongue into her
mouth. Rachel groaned, meeting him stroke for stroke.

His kiss was sinful, but it wasn’t
enough. She was burning in her need for him. Holding onto the length of his
hair, she tried to climb onto his lap. Paul sat back, and she straddled his
waist, taking charge of the kiss.
 

“I want you, Paul.” She mumbled her
need against his lips. Closing her eyes, she ground her pelvis on his hard cock.
Rachel felt him like a brand through her jeans. The denim couldn’t mistake the
hard length of his shaft.
 

“I want you so fucking much. I
always want you.” He tugged on her hair, breaking the kiss. Rachel gasped,
moaning as his lips trailed to her neck. He sucked on the skin, and she knew he
would mark her flesh.
 

Once he’d sucked her neck he rubbed
the mark with his thumb. “There, no one will mistake who you belong to. You’re
mine, Rachel.”

“
More,
please, more.”

“Unbutton your shirt,” he said.

She felt hypnotised by his voice. He
kept hold of her hair keeping her head tilted back. “I want to see your tits,
baby. Show them to me.”

Rachel fumbled with the buttons of
her shirt. Her fingers shook, but she kept on with each button.

“Is your pussy wet for me?” he
asked.

“Yes. I’m so wet.”

“We’re doing this tonight, babe. I
thought I could wait, but I can’t. I need you. I need to feel your cunt wrapped
around my cock.”

She moaned.

“What’s the matter? Are my words
startling you?”

Rachel shook her head. “No, I’ve
read far worse.”

“You read dirty books?”

“With romantic
elements.”
She
tugged the blouse from her body and let it fall. If she pulled on her hair it
would hurt. Paul’s grip was tight on her hair.

“I think you should read one of
these books to me.”

“I can lend you one.” She fumbled
with her bra.

Paul let her hair go, and she looked
at him. He was too busy looking at her chest. “You’ve got such big tits.”

He cupped them in his hand, thumbing
her nipples. Paul thrust his cock against the apex of her thighs making her
moan.

“We’re dry humping at the moment,
babe.”

She nodded, moaning. The denim
rubbed against her clit. Rachel felt the contact and moaned as another wave of
arousal swamped her.

Her nipples were sensitive to his
touch.

“I don’t know about you, but the
movie is boring,” he said.

“Yeah, it is. I’m not fussed to
watch anymore. I want to do more interesting things.”

Paul chuckled. “Then let’s go
somewhere more comfortable.”

She watched as he turned the
television off with a remote. Rachel climbed off him and felt foolish without
anything covering her.

Before she got a chance to cover
herself he picked her up in his arms. Rachel let out a squeal as she was
suddenly airborne.

“I’m too heavy.”

“Then stay still and I won’t pull a
muscle,” he said, laughing.

She held on to him as he carried her
up the stairs to his room. One of his arms supported her back while the other
went underneath her knees.

“Oh, and you’re not heavy.”

She felt light in his arms even
though she knew she was anything but light. He kicked the door open, and she
saw his bed at the far end of the room next to the wall. Paul put her on her
feet in his room. He didn’t kick the door shut. Instead he took her lips again.
Paul blinded her to anything else apart from his touch.

“You’re not going to shut the door?”
she asked when he broke the kiss.

“Nope, I’ve got nothing to worry
about, baby.” He tugged his shirt off his body and threw it to the floor. She
lapped up his nakedness. His hard chest and thick muscles kept her captivated.
She didn’t care about her own nakedness.

He looped a finger in her jeans and
pulled her close. Being next to him, skin to skin, felt entirely different.
They both gasped. Her nipples hardened, and she stroked the skin of his back.
He went to the button of her jeans, teasing it.
 

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Once we get started I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

She smiled. “I don’t want you to
stop, and I’m totally sure of this.”

This was the moment she’d been
waiting for.

****

Paul waited for her response. He was
being truthful, and he
ached
so damn bad that he
didn’t know how in control he could be.

I’m older than her. I should have all the control.

At the moment he wasn’t in control.
He was going to be Rachel’s first. There would be more than enough time to explore
other things. Tonight should be all about her.

“Forget what I just said, Rachel.
I’ll stop if you need me to stop. I was being insensitive. You can trust me to
treat you right,” he said.

Her smile tugged at his heart
strings. Fingering the button of her jeans Paul waited.

“I want to feel you, Paul. I want to
be you’re woman in every sense of the word. I trust you to make everything
perfect.” She kissed his lips.

 
He opened the button of her jeans and went to
his knees before her. They’d been naked in front of each other a couple of
times, but this time felt more intimate than other times. She stepped out of
the jeans, and next he was taking her panties along with him. His fingers
skimmed up her thighs until he stood before her. Both of his hands sank into
her hair, pulling her in closer for a kiss.

After he thoroughly kissed her Paul
took a step back.

“It’s your turn to get me naked.” Her
gaze strayed down to his jeans. From the look in her eyes Paul imagined she was
threatened by what lay underneath. Paul knew he was a well-endowed male, and
taking a quick glance down he saw his cock was outlined through the denim. He
was so turned on. There was nothing he could do to stop his reaction to her. “I
won’t bite.” Paul tried to be reassuring.

She snorted then reached out to rid
him of his jeans. Her actions were not as smooth as his were when he removed the
jeans from her, but she got him out of them without risking his life. The last
of their clothes were thrown to floor, and they stood staring at each other.
Both of them were naked with no barriers at all between them. Their love was
out in the open. Nothing lay between them, no clothing or fear.
 

“Come here, Rachel.” Paul ordered
her by his side. She took the small step that brought her closer to him. Her
gaze strayed from his eyes going lower to where his cock stood straight out. Rachel
looked fascinated rather than scared. When he was around her his shaft seemed
to have a mind of its own.
 

Paul took her by the waist and
brought her flush next to his body. The only gap between them was created by
his large length.
 

Rachel gasped as he cupped her
breasts in each hand. Her tits filled each of his hands nicely. Thumbing the
nipples Paul wished he had a mirror to be able to watch her reactions to him. Her
moans were driving him crazy.

“I’m going to buy a mirror so I can
watch you. I know you’ll look sexy and beautiful when you come. Your tits are
so lovely and large. I can’t wait to get your nipples in my mouth and to watch
as they hang over me as you ride me. And you will be riding me, Rachel. I want
you straddling my cock and screwing me like I’m going to screw you.” He rubbed
her nipples between his thumb and finger. “You’re nipples are rock hard begging
for my touch. Your body is an instrument of pleasure, Rachel. Your body speaks
to me in ways your mind will never be able to, just like mine.” Paul took hold of
her hand and placed it around his cock. He loved talking to her about how he
felt and what he was going to do to her. “Feel how hard I am for you. How much
I want you. You’re a virgin, but you have the power to bring me to my knees.”

She caressed his length the way he’d
taught her to.

“You’re so big. How are you going to
fit?” she asked.

“I’ll fit, baby. We’re supposed to
be together. I’m not going to lie to you, it could hurt at first. I promise to
take my time and wait for you to grow accustomed to my cock.” Paul did
everything he could think of to reassure her.

“Have you been reading books on how
to calm a virgin?”

“No, I don’t need books to tell me
how to treat you. Tell me what you want, Rachel.” He kissed her neck. When it
came to her, Paul didn’t need any self-help book or guidance. It all came
naturally to him. He’d been caring for her for so long it was second nature to him.

“You’re making it hard to think,”
she said.

Releasing his hold on her, Paul took
her hand away from his body.
“How about now?”

He stared at her hair wondering what
she would say. Her skin was so smooth. It took every ounce of willpower not to
reach out and touch her.

“I want to feel you inside me—” She
broke off on a loud moan as he tweaked her nipple between his thumb and finger.
Letting go of her nipple, Paul walked her back until her legs hit the base of
the bed.

“Where do you want me?” he asked,
growing impatient.

“I … I … want you in my pussy.” She
stumbled over her words. Leaning down in front of her Paul sucked her nipple
into his mouth while rolling the other with his finger and thumb.

“Good girl. Lean back,” he said.
Paul wanted a taste of her pussy again. She did as he asked and leaned back.
“Open your thighs. Show me your lovely creamy pussy.” Rachel spread her thighs.
He chuckled, loving the control he had over her, and he would never abuse it
either. Their relationship was a trusting one.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked,
needing to hear the words from her lips.

“I belong to you, Paul. I always
belong to you.”

“Spread your lips wide. Let me see
your clit.” Again, she did as he asked. “Do you like me instructing you?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Do you like a little bit of pain?”
The way he’d been playing with her nipples he knew the answer already.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re lying to me. Maybe I should
test you a little.”

Chapter Ten

Rachel saw the teasing glint in his
eyes. “You won’t hurt me.”

“Good girl.” He knelt down at the
end of the bed where she’d opened her thighs. Her pussy was on the end, and her
feet rested on the edge of the bed. She felt her cream dripping down the crack
of her ass. What did he think of her aroused state?

Was he disgusted by her obvious
response to him?
 

His fingers stroked up her thighs.
She lay back looking at the ceiling. There was nothing else for her to do other
than wait. Paul was the one in control. He knew what he was doing whereas she
was purely the recipient of the pleasure he was giving. Paul covered her
fingers where she held herself open for him. Seconds later he stroked over her
clit. Rachel could not control her response. She cried out from his small
touch.