Propositioning Her Brother's Best Friend (2 page)

“Why don’t you want to teach me? If
it’s not because you find me unattractive, then what is the problem?”

He would never have answered his
door if he’d known this is what was going to confront him. Saying no to her was
a nightmare. Never had he said no to her before. He prided himself on giving
her everything she desired even though she didn’t have a clue what she meant to
him. To her this could just be about sex and fucking but to him, if he was not
careful, it would mean a hell of a lot more. The moment he took Rachel in his
arms, he was never going to let her go.

“You should be saving your virginity
for someone who means something to you. Who will cherish this gift you are
about to give them,” he said.

I’m the one, Rachel. I’ll cherish
you and give you everything you need, children, family the lot.

The
thought of Rachel swollen with his child make his cock harder than stone. His
desire for her refused to go away no matter how much he fought.

“I’m twenty-one, Paul. I want to
know about sex, and I trust you to teach me. I don’t want my first time to be
with someone I don’t know. I want it to be with someone I can trust. You’re the
only guy I can trust with this.”

Her words didn’t soothe him. In
fact, her words only made it harder for him to firm his resolve. She trusted
him with the gift of her virginity and body, and yet he could give her so much
more.

She doesn’t have a clue how I feel. I never had the chance to talk to
her about my feelings.

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What did she have to do to get him
to agree? Rachel had spent the better part of the last week working up the
nerve to ask her brother’s best friend to teach her all about sex. Paul Ellis
had been part of her life for as long as she could remember. His dark
penetrating eyes held her to the spot every time. His shoulder-length blond hair
called to her to run her fingers through, and his muscles made her mouth water.
She used to watch him and Mitch work out together, lifting weights and getting
into shape. He featured in all of her lustful daydreams along with the dreams
she had when she was asleep. For most of her life she’d been vying for his
attention and failing. She knew he cared about her, but she wanted more from
him. Caring was no longer strong enough. Her thoughts were filled by him,
consuming her completely. There were times she felt like a stalker with regards
to him. She knew who he slept with and where he went most days of the week.

I need to get a life.

No matter how many times she promised
herself to get over him, she kept going back for more.

Was she a glutton for punishment?

How could she make the guy she’d
been in love with for the whole of her life notice her? For years she’d been
debating that question when finally the answer came to her one night after
reading an erotic book. The story itself was insignificant to her. The only
thing she remembered was the proposition of the heroine to the hero. She knew
the age gap may be a problem. Paul was thirty-one to her twenty–one, but the
ten years didn’t bother her.

What better way to get Paul to
notice her than to proposition him? Her plan bad been simple in her
head,
and asking him to teach her about sex had seemed like
a brilliant idea at the time, whereas now she was starting to think it was a
terrible idea. Books should not be used as a how-to guide. She wanted to shock
him into noticing her, not just as Mitch’s little sister but as the woman she’d
turned into. Paul was well known for his sex appeal around town. Most of the
girls raved about his prowess in the bedroom. They talked often about how he
liked hard, rough sex with no commitment. She couldn’t recall a woman he’d
dated. Paul fucked women, and that was it. He was the one in control in the
bedroom. When Paul demanded something, there was no stopping him until he got
it. The tales and stories she heard were enough to leave her running scared, if
not for her obsession with erotic literature. Rachel wanted this man, and she
would do anything to gain his attention. She wasn’t a stupid woman. Her
virginity was only intact because she’d been waiting for Paul. Otherwise she’d
have lost it a long time ago. There was never a right time when it came to them,
and she’d grown tired of waiting for him. Watching other women have him while
she waited for him to notice her had gotten old real fast.

She loved him with her whole heart.
Mitch wouldn’t approve of her feelings, but there was nothing she could do to
stop how she felt.
 

“You don’t know what you’re asking. You’re
innocent.” His arms went up in the air. She didn’t know what he was thinking.
His face was red, but she couldn’t figure out why. “Do you even know what a man
wants from you?” he asked.

“I’ve never had sex, Paul. I know
the science of it.”

“Science?
Shit, there is more to fucking than
science. Sex is not loving and gentle. It can be hard and rough. You won’t be
able to handle what I want, and you shouldn’t be approaching men like you did
me. Fuck, Rachel, what the hell are you doing?” His question seemed rhetorical
to her.

There was no budging him. She saw he
was holding up a wall, and she needed to smash it down.

“I know sex is different for
everyone.”

He laughed.

“That doesn’t mean I won’t be able
to handle you,” she said.

Paul kept his back to her the whole
time. The stubborn man he’d turned into stood firmly in his place. She didn’t
like it.

“What can I do to convince you I’m
ready, huh?” She stood up and moved to where he stood in his kitchen. He never
cooked as far as she could tell, and yet his kitchen looked well kept. She
tried to call him before turning up on his door step, but he’d been firm and
refused her request to see him. Getting him at his own place had been easier
than trying to get him to come to her at the house she shared with Mitch.
Rachel moved up against the sink where he stood. Pressing a hand to his back
she got him to turn. At first, Paul fought her, but then he turned to face her.
She was struck by his dark brown gaze as he stared at her. A shiver worked up
her spine. Her breasts tingled as her nipples hardened. Licking her lips, she
forced herself to keep looking back at him. She played with the tails of her
shirt for several seconds. Rachel struggled with indecision on what to do next.
Could she live with herself if he turned her away?

Forcing the doubts out of her head she
slowly began to unbutton her shirt. His hands came out holding onto her arms.
Rachel gazed at him waiting for him to speak with her hands poised on the next
button.
 

“Rachel, stop,” he said. Paul seemed
nervous. His gaze kept watching her hands before going back to look at her eyes
and then returning to where she was unbuttoning her shirt. He made no other
move to stop her even though his words begged her to stop. At the last button
she pulled the shirt away from her body.

“Holy shit.”
She heard him groan the words.
Rachel wore no bra, no lace, nothing. Her breasts hung wild and free. She moved
to her jeans, and in no time at all she stood before him in nothing apart from
a small lace thong covering her pussy.
   

Compared to his other women she was
fat and frumpy. She’d seen the tall, beautiful women who decorated his arm
every night. There was no way she’d match up to their superior beauty.
 

“Rebecca Harding’s sister Catherine
told me that you took her home in your truck, and just before her house you
stopped the truck, bent her over the seat, and fucked her ‘til she screamed in
orgasm. Another one is Tracy Hall. She said you got her to suck your cock in
the men’s room while guys were wandering in and out.” Rachel felt her pussy
spasm at the remembered bragging of the girls she’d known had been with him.
Jealousy filled her as well. All of the girls he’d been with liked to talk
about what he did in the bedroom. His desires had intrigued her to the point of
searching porn sites online. Paul was a man who liked rough sex and from what
she saw on the movies she’d watched, that turned her on. She liked the thought
of Paul being in control. She hated listening to his women even though she
yearned for the moments when they gossiped about his prowess in the bedroom.
 
“No one complained. They all said you were the
master of pleasure.” She stepped right up close to him. Her nipples were
incredibly tight and grazed the front of his shirt. “I want the pleasure that
only you can give me.” Rachel was so nervous. She really wanted to gain his
attention but at the same time was afraid of being pushed away.

His hard, muscular hands came up and
grasped her arms, firmly. She wondered if he would push her away from him as if
she was some kind of insect. Instead, he pulled her near tightening his hold on
her. His eyes seemed darker and his breathing more rapid than she was used to.
There was a threatening edge to the way he touched, moved, and sounded.

Rachel couldn’t pull away from him.
The sensible part of her brain was screaming for her to run, that she wasn’t
ready for him. Another part of her, the one dying for his affection and for any
kind of attention he’d throw her way, stayed put. She had no choice other than to
stand and wait. Turning back now was not an option.

“You’re sending us straight to hell.”
He growled the words seconds before his lips descended on hers. The instant his
lips touched there was nothing calm about his kiss. Paul dominated her lips,
forcing them open with his tongue so he could plunge inside. She whimpered but
accepted his brutal kiss. One hand moved from her arm to the back of her head
stopping her from moving. He controlled everything. There was nowhere for her
to go other than where he chose. Once he forced her lips open, Paul kept up a
thrusting motion with his tongue between her lips. The action he was making
made Rachel think of him taking her and how his cock would feel inside her. She
moaned, begging for more of his attention. His taste was intoxicating to her
senses. He tasted so male and raw. Her imagination didn’t do him justice. Paul
was real, pure, and she knew he was the one in control of their time together.
In her fantasy she was the one who said stop or go. Right now, in that moment,
Paul was in control.

His rough shirt rubbed her naked
nipples while the belt of his jeans pushed into her belly. She loved the feel
of him surrounding her. In his arms she felt safe even as his lips took hers
and devoured.

“Stop!
Enough!” Paul pushed her away from
him but still firmly held onto her arms, stopping her from leaving him
altogether.

“You want me, Paul,” she said,
breathlessly. Rachel couldn’t believe it. The man she was totally in love with
wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She wanted to jump up and down,
euphoric in the pleasure of knowing she could succeed in getting him.

Chapter Two

That kiss had been really something.
Paul had never felt so consumed with passion with any other woman. Rachel was
the only woman to make him feel like that. Staring at her bruised lips, he
couldn’t deny he wanted her. Wanted was too subtle a word. He craved her. His
feelings for her were verging on dangerous obsession. There was no hiding his
desperation for her. It was all he could think about. But how could he risk his
friendship with Mitch? They’d been friends for as long as he could remember. He
couldn’t even allow himself to think of Rachel finding someone else, could he? Gazing
at her plump red lips, her swollen tits, and rounded body made Paul yearn in
ways he shouldn’t. Thinking of another man’s hands touching her, loving her,
repulsed and angered him. No, he couldn’t let another man touch her.

There was no way he was going to
stand by and watch Rachel go out and get pawed at by some guy only hoping to
get a leg over. If Rachel let anyone else touch her, they could make her first
time terrible. No, he wasn’t going to allow some horny, out of control guy get
between her thighs. Rachel was his woman, and he’d do what was possible to make
her demands come true, even if that meant sacrificing his heart for the rest of
his life. Paul doubted there were any guys who would willingly go out with her
after what he’d done to them. Over the years he’d purposefully pushed any of
the guys interested in her away, and he would never tell her the truth as to
why the guys stopped asking her out. He was the one responsible, more so than
Mitch. Guys who just wanted a quick lay and to leave got a firm warning, and if
that didn’t work he used his fists. Rachel deserved more than a quick screw.

His cock was thick, hard, and
throbbing with the need to get inside her full, luscious body. She was pure temptation
waiting for him to take her. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Rachel’s breathing
increased, and her nipples were red, swollen, and erect begging for his mouth.
Her stomach was nice and rounded. Everything about her screamed supple and sin.
Rachel’s body tempted him like no other. To other men she would probably be
overweight, but to him she was the epitome of a woman and pure perfection. He
could not find fault with her. Every time he saw her, he wanted to reach out
and grab her full hips to pull her close to him. Her hips were flared out from
a smaller waist, and he imagined grabbing her, bending her over and thrusting
his cock deep inside the depths of her pussy. Paul had spent so long imagining
the different ways of claiming her. Her legs would hold him in, gather him
close and never let him leave.