Propositioning Her Brother's Best Friend (7 page)

“I see the cogs working. What are
you thinking now?”

“Nothing.”
The word came out with a squeak.
Clearing her throat she repeated herself again.

With Paul straddling her waist,
Rachel felt wonderful. The natural way they fit together, body to body, wasn’t
lost on her. Feeling Paul next to her helped to relax her. He felt like home,
and his smell comforted her in ways she hadn’t been comforted since her parents
passed.

His cock lay on top of her stomach.
The length was long and thick. Paul hadn’t taken any kind of release.
 

“I want to touch you,” she said,
reaching out to do just that. Paul caught her hand, stopping her.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.
Tonight is about you.” He pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“But I want to touch you,” she said,
pouting.
 

“You’re not ready for that.” He kept
hold of her hands even though she fought to be free.

“I want to give you pleasure. You’re
not playing fair. You can hold me, but I can’t touch you?” She tried to pull
her hands out of his grasp, but he held them steady between his. The only way
her hands were coming free was if he released her. Letting out an impatient
sigh, Rachel glared at him.

“Of course you can hold me, Rachel.
I’d never stop you holding or touching me.”

“You’re stopping me from touching
your penis.”

Heat suffused her cheeks. No, she
didn’t just call his member a penis.

Paul started laughing. With his
laughing he let go of her hands. Covering her face, Rachel had never been so
embarrassed.

“You’re a pig,” she said, not really
meaning the words.

“I’m sorry. It has been a long time
since someone has called my dick a penis. I mean, I know it is, but still, it
sounded cute coming from your lips.”

She shot him a glare. “I don’t need
to be reminded of all the women you’ve taken to your bed.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby.”

“What?” she asked. Rachel hadn’t
been expecting him to comment.

“I’ve never taken any of the women
back to my place. I’ve gone to their place and left when we were done. I’m not
one to stick around and chat about it afterwards,” Paul said.

She frowned. Staring up into his
dark brown gaze Rachel opened her mouth and then closed it. “You mean to tell
me you’ve never taken any woman home, ever?”

He shook his head. “No, you’re the
only woman I’ve had in my home.”

That was news to her. She felt
touched by the fact he allowed her in his space but no one else.

Shaking her head, she pushed the
emotions away.

“That doesn’t stop the fact you’re
being unfair. I want to give you pleasure as much as you’ve given me. You’re
pushing me away, and I hate that. It’s not fair.” She may be a virgin, but with
all the books she’d read giving Paul a hand-job or even a blow-job wouldn’t
result in the end of the world. There was nothing bad with using her mouth. She
wasn’t asking him to take her there and now. She was asking to give him the
same kind of pleasure he’d given her. Paul had used his mouth on her body. Why
couldn’t she reciprocate? From the feel of his cock on her stomach, Paul was
desperate for a release. She felt his pre-cum smearing her stomach. Paul wanted
it, too. He was just being a giant pain in the ass.

“You’re not going to let up until
you get what you want, are you?” he asked.

“Nope, I’m a persistent one. You
should remember.”

“Fine, but you’ll do exactly what I
say.”

“I promise.”

He froze above her. “You’re too
fucking innocent.”

“I’ll do anything you want.” She
batted her eyelashes at him.

“You’re going to be the death of
me.” He climbed off her and moved to sit on the sofa. Paul opened his thighs
and crooked his finger in her direction. “Come here.”

Crawling toward him, Rachel didn’t
take her gaze away from him. Paul held his stiff cock in his hand. The shaft
pointed straight up and appeared to be throbbing. Licking her lips, she rested
her palms on each thigh and settled between them.

She was more than prepared to feel
him in her mouth.

“Go on then. Teach me how you like
it.”

“First, say the word cock.”

Rachel hadn’t been prepared for
that.

“You’re not getting your pretty
little lips anywhere near my cock without you saying the word first.”

“Cock.”
The word felt foreign rolling off
her tongue.

“Good. Now say, ‘Paul, I want to
suck your cock.’”

She repeated what he said, stumbling
once over his name.

He took hold of her hand, and like
last night he pressed her palm around the stem of the shaft. Paul tightened his
grip, and she did what he asked. Tightening her fist at the base, he then
stroked his shaft to the tip and back down again.

“Let go,” he said.

Letting go, she watched him pull
back the foreskin revealing the bulbous head, which was coated in his pre-cum.
Coating a finger Paul offered it up to her. “Have a taste, and if you like you
can give me the same kind of pleasure that I gave you.”

He presented her with a finger.
Rolling her eyes, she took the digit into her mouth, sucking off his cum. The
taste was salty but not revolting.

“Can I play now?” she asked.

“You’re going to be a hard one to deal
with.”

Smiling, she took possession of his
shaft once again in her fist. She did as he showed her, working the length
tightly with her hand. It wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to feel him inside
her mouth.

Holding Paul at the base of his cock
Rachel lowered her head and took the tip of him between her lips. Out of the
corner of her eye she saw his hands tighten into fists on the arm of the sofa.
Stroking her tongue along the tip she licked away all of his pre-cum and then
took more of him. Coming off his cock she followed the path of the thick
pulsating vein along the side. Coating all of his cock with her saliva like
she’d seen some of the women in the porn movies do it, she then took him to the
back of her throat, sucking him in. Before she gagged, Rachel eased off his
length, licking him once more. She blew ever so lightly, to ruffle the curls
surrounding his cock. His dick stood straight, glistening in the light. It
looked red and swollen, and she imagined Paul was painfully aching for an orgasm.

She could not allow the man she
loved to be in pain with the need to orgasm. He’d given her an amazing release.
She wanted to do the same for him. Opening her lips she took as much of his
cock as she could without gagging. The thought of gagging ruined the mood for
Rachel.
 

“Son of a bitch,” he said, cursing.

****

For a virgin Rachel knew how to suck
cock. At least, to Paul, she did. He wasn’t going to point out a few of her
faults. Her inexperience was part of her charm. Some women could take a cock to
the back of the throat and swallow the tip down without causing a problem. Paul
knew she wasn’t ready for that. The feel of her lips surrounding him was pure
heaven. He’d not wanted her to touch him because he didn’t know how long he’d
be able to last the moment she got her mouth on him.

When she took him deeper still Paul
gasped. He was near to erupting inside her sweet mouth. Sheer willpower and
years of experience kept his orgasm under control but only just. Watching her
lips wrap around his cock was too much for him. Closing his eyes, Paul quickly
recited the alphabet to keep himself in control. Not only did he want to enjoy
it, but he also wanted Rachel to enjoy it. She pulled up off his cock, and the
shaft glistened from the moisture in her mouth. This was heaven, or maybe it
was hell, the teasing wench. Whatever it was, Paul didn’t want it to end.

Opening his eyes once again he
watched as she slid him to the back of her throat and then pulled back up. For
a virgin she was doing really well.

“Don’t use your teeth,” he said.
 

How had she learned to do this? She
didn’t look nervous about exploring his cock.

He wasn’t conceited and knew he was
a large man. Plenty of the women he’d fucked had said the same thing. He was a
big man, and blowing him was a chore. Rachel looked to be enjoying it.

Paul fisted his hand inside her
hair, taking over the pace of her mouth. Thrusting his hips up to her mouth
Paul let her have everything. Her moan vibrated up the length of his shaft. His
balls tightened, and he growled with new hunger. If she wanted all of him then
she could have all of him.

“Suck it, baby,” he said. He eased
up his hold on her giving her time to get used to his thrusts. “That’s it, sweetheart.
Take me into your mouth. You feel so fucking good sucking my dick. Suck it
tighter.” Rachel did as he asked. Her nails sank into the flesh of his thighs. Staring
into her hazel depths, Paul was lost.

 
He spoke to her while she sucked him. Watching
Rachel suck him and loving it was a dream come true for Paul. She sucked him
harder when he asked, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. The trust
she was showing undid him. He could not control his reactions around her.
Seeing her on her knees serving him with his cock deep inside her sweet mouth
drove him over the edge.

He held her head still, taking over
and thrusting between her lips. Paul knew he was close. His balls were tight
aching for release. He knew the signs of his impending orgasm.
 

“Fuck, Rachel, you better move away
if you don’t want a mouthful of
my cum
.” He warned her
as best he could. Moaning, Paul growled as Rachel didn’t move away. Her lips
stayed around him, and her small hands tightened on his thighs. Rachel’s head
bobbed over his erection, and he thrust up to meet her. He wouldn’t be able to
hold himself back for much longer.

One … two … three thrusts later and
his cock filled her mouth, and his cum shot to the back of her throat. He
flooded her mouth with his cum. Paul expected her to spit it out, but then he
saw her throat working fast to swallow him. After she’d swallowed him down
Rachel licked his shaft clean.

“You’re sin,” he said. “Complete and
total
sin,
and you’re all mine.” Paul pulled her up
into his arms. He loved her so damn much, and it had nothing to do with the sex
they’d just shared. What they shared in those moments Paul had never shared
with anyone else.

“I take it you like my mouth on
you,” she said.

“I more than like
it, baby.
I
fucking love it.” He took her lips in his and kissed her deeply. Paul tasted
himself on her tongue. He didn’t mind.

“So I passed my first lesson.”

“It was only supposed to be
touching, Rachel.”

“We did more than touch,
Paul.
I believe we proceeded to oral.”

He chuckled at her teasing. Rubbing
his nose against hers Paul took the time to bask in their time together. There
was more than enough time to come to think about her brother and what they were
going to tell him.

Rachel rested her head on his chest.
Her fingers stroked his chest. “You haven’t got any chest hair,” she said.

“I was blessed without any.”

He could live like this forever with
her body against his.

Paul held her in his arms knowing
the time would come when they’d have to face Mitch. His friend had trusted him
with her care. Why couldn’t Mitch see that he was the best man to take care of
her?

Pushing his thoughts away, Paul held
her close and talked with her. They laughed and smiled about growing up,
reminiscing over the old times. They stayed naked together on the sofa in
complete satisfaction with each other.
 

He may not have had sex with Rachel,
but he
was loving
the time they spent with each other.
In the moment they were sharing they had complete privacy where no one could
look in and judge. They could simply bask in the joy of the moment without
fear. Paul wondered how long he’d have before he needed to start looking over
his shoulder.

Chapter Seven

Paul couldn’t wipe the smile off his
face. Last night falling asleep on Rachel’s sofa with her in his arms topped
the best experiences of his life. Nothing compared to the feel of her soft body
against his. He thought over his life, and no matter what he compared it to,
everything else paled in comparison. The first time he had sex, the moment he
bought this garage, to the realisation that he was in love with his best friend’s
little sister, all those moments and experiences did not match up to the
perfection of waking up with his arms surrounding Rachel. Whistling a tune Paul
stared at the engine before him but still couldn’t get her out of his mind.

“I take it your woman troubles are
over?” Darren asked.