(This is my first time sharing an original story, establishing a scene of desperation and a forbidden lust. Am hopefully wanting to develop into a few pieces, but admittedly just the thought of being pinned against a wall really turned me on.)
“We, really shouldn’t…” I moaned softly, your body already inches too close to mine. I was fighting so desperately to hide how I felt, how your presence made me weak.
“Shouldn’t what?” Your sly grin, shoulders square and confident as I stepped back against the wall for my modesty’s sake.
“You’re Meg’s brother,” I curtly reminded you, looking up at your sexy eyes as I tried to calmly sweep the fringe from my view, “I can’t do this, we can’t do this. She’s my best friend. Like, life long best friend. Imagine if…”
I could see you were ignoring me now, absently nodding. Your eyes traced lower, following my neck, down my curves, examining the tight cut of the sundress I’d worn to make the most of outside’s warmth. My skin burned with desire as I realised you were visually undressing me. You pinned an arm against the wall I rested on, getting closer to me, and I momentarily couldn’t help but admire your strength. But only momentarily.
“If she found out, she’d be furious.” I snapped now – getting frustrated with you.
“Babe,” You smugly mused, still smirking, now brushing my fallen red hair from my face, “we’re all adults here.”
“Yeah, adults. Because we’ve grown up together. Stop it.” I swatted your hand away, “If this goes South, I can’t. I already owe her for having me like this. It’d really ruin things, irrevocably.”
“I love it when you use those big words of yours,” You tease me, “it makes me really want to go ‘south’.”
My lips parted but I had nothing to say, so I swallow quickly to stifle the moan I’d make fantasising about you going down on me.
“You are right though, she did say she’d kill me if I ever touched you.” Raising your eyebrow, studying my expression.
“And why were you talking about touching me?” My voice betraying my interest more than it should have.
“Honestly, you know, hypothetically,” Ignoring my question, you punctuated each word with your eyes, getting lower, and lower down my body, “she doesn’t need to find out.”
“She would.” I was watching you closely, my eyes darting between the front door and your deep eyes.
“How?” You cocked your head to the side, bringing your hand to my hip. The touch sent shockwaves through my body, ones that I couldn’t hide as my lips part softly again.
“I’m…” I blushed, deeply “very loud.”
You laughed, in that wholesome, sexy way I’d loved about you for years. Your laugh was so honest. I finally smiled back up at you, taking a moment to appreciate your build. Just like Meg, you both had incredible genetics: the bone structure of a demigod and the warm features of my future husband (God willing).
“I love that smile,” You smirked, slowly moving your hand from my hip and to my jaw, lightly tracing my smile with your finger tips, “That smile of yours that curls a little more to the left, I’ve always loved it… Did I ever tell you I used to fantasise about you in the office?”
I shook my head – no – as I continued to softly smile beneath your touch, losing myself in the feeling of your fingers exploring my jawline and neck.
“I used to think about how you’d outwit most of the guys in the firm. You’d cut them down to size. You’re better than them, you know that already. I used to think how you’d smile knowing…” you trailed off, watching your hand push my hair from my exposed shoulder so you could bring your face closer to my neck and whisper. “I’d be about to take you back into my office, close the door, and bend you over my desk.”
I moaned softly as your words curled around my jaw, our lips now just moments apart.
“So I could feel that incredible ass I’d been wanting for all these years,” your hands suddenly dropped to my waist, pulling me against you from the wall, so you could slide them behind me and grope my full, round ass. “Fuck.” You swore, finally feeling me.
“You like it?” I teased, beginning to forget why I’d been trying to hold off from you. All it took was a few friendly glasses of wine while Meg was out to an appointment – the siblings let me stay with them while I was visiting interstate having fallen on some rough times. Generous, I thought.
“You know I do.” You growled, bringing your neck back to watch me as your hands began to explore my body. You wanted to watch the desire twist my features, my eyes roll back in pleasure as you roughly groped at my curves, “I fucking want this body so badly.”
Your hands worked over my body so knowingly, like you’d planned this trip for years. Your fingers hitched the fabric of my dress up over my hips to reveal my lace panties, tracing over them to feel my heat for you.
“What do you want?” My breath was so ragged, I felt how wet I was beneath your grip, your body pinning me against the hallway.
“To fuck you so hard you can’t walk.”
Moments from our lips colliding, we both heard it – a key turning in the front door. We jumped apart, scrambling to gather ourselves from the brink of fucking and slamming into reality. My face was bright red; you were visibly hard beneath your jeans.
Meg threw her keys down, smiling “Miss me?”
“No.” You huffed at your sister, giving me a breathless wink as you walked away with hands concealing your true answer.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/87svwm/first_time_writer_struggling_to_resist_his
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