“You are off limits”

Short story for fun. I hope you guys enjoy.

Two weeks ago…

“Get out of my way.” I try to shove his six-foot body of out my way. I am not letting him take this away from me.

“I am taking you home,” he states definitively as my efforts to move him are doing me no good.

Damn him and his well-built body.

“No!” I stop my feet. I know it is childish, but I finally got invited to a boat party, I don’t want to miss this chance.

“Ella, we are going home.” He doesn’t budge, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

That is not fair. He was going to go there himself, but I can’t go? What kind of hypocrisy is this?

“No.” I cross my arms under my own chest just like him. The boat is right there, I just need to get past him.

“No?” He lets out an amused chuckle.

This is not amusing in any form, I am being treated like a child. His next move turns my world upside down, literally, as he grabs me by the thighs and tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. My dress that I chose wasn’t very long to begin with, so my ass is probably out for everyone to see. Him being the fucking gentleman that he is, pulls the dress over my ass and holds it covered, as he starts walking away from the boat.

“Let me go.” I start to swing my arms at his firm shoulders, but his grasp tightens under my ass.

“No.” Was his very short response.

Tossing me in his car with ease, he locks the door as he walks over the driver’s side of the car. He sits down and gives me a smug look, like he has won the battle.

“I hate you,” I mumble as I cross my arms under my boobs.

He looks down at my arms, then quickly looks away to start the car. It really sucks my brother has friends who can man handle me like this. I mean Jake is my friend as well, but he’s forced to be associated with me because of my brother.

“I love you too, kiddo.” He winks at me with his charming smile.

All the girls go crazy for him, and I can’t blame them, if he didn’t see him as his best friend’s kid sister maybe I would go crazy for him too.

“Fucker.” I try to insult him.

“I am, and I do it well.” He laughs at my attempts to insult him. I cringe in response.

Maybe I do want to know how well he does it, but I hide that feeling deep inside. Very deep. Like I said, I am a kid to him.

The ten-minute ride home is quiet as I continue to pout, my arms still crossed under my boobs, and face turned away to the window. I saw him glare at me a few times, but I am not talking to him. I finally had a chance to go to a boat party since my bother has gone away for a few days. But no, he left me a fucking babysitter. At eighteen, one should have a little more freedom.

We arrive to the house, and he calmly walks me to the door. How kind of him to be so considerate.

“Fuck off!” I slam the door in his face.

I am irritated and frustrated. Why can’t a girl have some fun? I am about to stomp away to my room, but he hits the door with his fist a few times.

“What?” I snap at him, as I aggressively open the door.

“Ella.” He says my name and suddenly gets a little awkward and uncomfortable.

He looks down at his feet and then back into my eyes, as if deciding on something. This is new behavior for him, usually is he cocky and confident.

“What do you want, Jake?” I am still pissed at him, but we have been friends since we were little, so I am trying to have some patience with him.

He keeps staring at me, as if hungry for something.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, takes a step closer to me, and places his lips on mine, kissing me with hunger.

I close my eyes instinctively, my mind trying to grasp the events, but all I can feel are his lips sending electricity throughout my body. His lips make my mind go numb and the world spin. His hand lands on my back as he presses me closer. Spreading my lips with his, he asks for permission for more. I open my mouth for him to stick his tongue inside, playing with mine intensely. Holy shit. My tummy collects warm tingles that travel down into my clit. My chest tightens and I crave more, but he parts away sightly, his breathing heavy, as I try to regain awareness.

“That’s all I wanted,” he whispers his lips still inches away from mine. I am speechless, so I don’t say anything as he walks away to his car while a watch her sculpted shoulders.

Today…

We are having a family dinner for fourth of July this year, my parent’s way of making up for always being gone – the price you pay for being rich, I guess. Jake of course is invited, he has been at every family gathering for as long as I can remember. His parents are practically never home, so he hangs out with us.

I put on a yellow dress that shows off my cleavage just enough that my parents won’t say thing, but for Jake to notice. I sat next to him on purpose, just to see the types of reactions I could get of him. I have thought about that kiss every night since. I saw him glace down at my boobs a few times, making me smile internally. I suppose I can proceed to my next step.

I cross my leg and slowly run it against Jake’s calf, as I continue to stab the carrot in front of me, while watching him from the corner of my eye. He freezes, silently gulps, and tightly holds his fork. I want to smile like a fool, so I quickly look down at my food, my long blond hair covering my face.

“Ella, did you hear back from Prett College yet?” My mother asks me from across the table.

I look at her, my mind somewhere else – my mind is on Jake sitting next to me.

“Mhm,” I mumble quietly. I don’t really want to talk about that right now, I don’t like this type of attention.

“You are going to Prett?” Jake looks down at me.

“I applied, yes.” I clarify looking up his hungry eyes. Now I get to torture him, the way he tortured me with his kiss.

“Right.” He smiles. “They would never be able to say no to nerd like you.” He winks at me. I know he is trying to make fun of me, but his eyes are telling a different story.

“What college have you applied to? What, no one wants a jock like you?” I jab back leaning in towards him playfully, my hand landing on his thigh, just below his cock.

Luckily for me the table covers do a good job covering my hand. Jake clears his throat as his body goes stiff. I keep looking at him, waiting for an answer. I can tell he is trying not to look at my cleavage or think about my hand an inch away from his dick.

“Actually, I got accepted to Columbia University.” He smiles a cocky smile at me.

“That is amazing.” My mother chirps at the news, but all I can think about is his lips on mine again, so I do the next best thing, and slide my hand in between his legs.

Jake’s body twitches slightly and he starts to clear his throat aggressively.

“Are you alright there?” I ask him with a mischievous smile, as I run my hand further up until I feel his cock already hard under his jeans. The thought of him being this hard for me, makes my own walls to moisten.

“Yup, ‘scuse me for a minute.” He scoots the chair back and leaves into the hallway.

He walks away and I begin to miss his presence, his heat, his smile. How am I supposed to play my games if he is so far away?

“I’ll go check on the pies,” I state as I get up to leave.

“Sure honey.” My dad smiles a clueless smile at me.

I go in the direction Jake went hoping to run into him, wanting him to kiss me again. I want him. Why did the stupid boy have to kiss me in the first place?

He comes out of the bathroom, spots me starts to stomp towards me, as if he is going to pounce on me like a vicious animal. He looks angry and frustrated, but I know he would never hurt me. He has always protected me, so I stay still in the middle of the long hall, waiting for him to come to me.

“Ella, what the actual fuck?” He pushes me against the wall, pulling my arms over my head.

His hands hold me by the wrist, and I can’t help but notice his bulging biceps from under his shirt. I manage to tear away my gaze from his arms to look into his eyes. There is desire burning in them, but he doesn’t act on it, he hovers breathing heavily. Why doesn’t he kiss me again.

“Your off limits.” He leans his lips into my neck.

I Inhale sharply at the proximity of his lips to my skin. He wants to kiss me, but is restraining, because my god damn brother made me off limits for him. I will kick him in the balls for that. Fucking shit.

“No, I am not,” I whisper back.

I make my own choices. I want him.

Pressing himself into me, he places his face in the crook of my neck inhaling sharply, fighting the urge to kiss me. Then he moves his lips to mine, ever so slowly, as if savoring the touch of my skin. I am tired of waiting for him taking his sweet time deciding, so before he has a chance to move his lips away, I capture them with mine.

He groans, with satisfied relief and slams his body into mine, kissing my lips with greed and longing. I return his energy, by moving my lips against his. I want everything he has to offer.

“He will kill me, you know?” He releases my arms as he continues to kiss me.

One of his hands travels to my ass and he gives it a good squeeze.

“Not unless I kill him first.” I grab his shirt and pull him into me, kissing him with everything I have.

I crave to be alone with him, for him to touch me anywhere he pleases, so I open the door to the broom and drag him after me. He kisses my jaw line, my neck as his hands roam my body, groping and squeezing, sending more electric tingle into my core.

“Ah.” I tilt my head back, as he continues to kiss down my neck.

Feeling the need to have his hardness for me in my hands again, I reach over his pants, and stoke it, while kissing him wildly. His cock is hard, straining against his pants. I have watched enough porn to know it is best to stroke the cock by wrapping my whole hand around it, so I go for his zipper, letting his pants fall to the ground. His erection almost jumps into my hand, so I grab it, excited to feel it against the palm of my hand.

He groans into my mouth with satisfaction, his kiss intensifying. I return his kiss and start pumping.

“Ella, what are you doing to me?” He grabs me by my ass and lifts me on to the counter, evening out our height difference.

“You didn’t have to kiss me on the first place.” I pull off his shirt, revealing his fine chest and abs. How many pathetic times have tried stealing glances of this perfection, dreaming he would be mine?

“I have wanted you for far too long, I had to.” He starts kissing me again, but his time his finger travels in between my thighs and to my panties. It is embarrassing how soaking wet I am. “I love that you are so wet for me.” He reaches under my panties and separates my pussy lips, ready for him to fuck, but instead he gets his finger wet with my juices and runs in up along my clit. Shit, the electrifying feeling runs through my legs numbing them.

“Mm,” I moan louder than I wanted to, but I can’t stop myself.

He runs his finger along my soaked clit a few more times, my brain getting fuzzy and climax growing exponentially. He then drops his briefs revealing his cock ready to enter my desperate walls. I look down at the size, licking my lips, excited for him to enter me. But no, he reaches under my dress and pulls of my panties.

His cock is now under my dress, just inches away from my pussy. I wait with anticipation, as he continues to kiss me, now softly. I savior every moment. I feel his hardness touch my entrance and my walls clench with excitement.

“Mm,” I moan again, my voice filling the room.

He enters himself into me completely without mercy, tearing and stretching me to new dimensions.

“Ah!” I whisper in pain. The burn and sting is agonizing.

Without thinking I wrap my arms and legs around him, to keep him still for my own comfort. It stings at burns so bad a tear escapes my eye. It hurts, I want it to stop, but after a few seconds of standing still, the pain starts to ease away slowly and a pleasurable sensation of the stretch creeps in.

“Ella.” He pries my face from his neck. “I didn’t know.” Guilt written all over his face. “I’m sorry.” He wipes away the tear from my eye. “Do you want to stop?” He cups my face into both of his hands, as he searches my eyes.

“No.” At this point the stinging has subsided and the stretch from his cock disperses pleasure into my clit.

I don’t want this to stop, I want to cum around him cock.

“Start moving into me whenever you are ready.” He reaches behind me to unzip my dress, and slowly pulls it down, exposing my breasts to him.

One of his hands lands on my boob, kneading it firmly, and another one grabs a handful of my hair from the back of my head. Pulling my head back gently he kisses my jaw line and my neck, continuing to knead my breast. His touch makes me shiver with intoxication. Without thinking I move my hips into him with yet another moan. The friction of him inside me feels ecstatic, the stringing of the tare just an afterthought. Responding to my cue, he starts to move himself back and forth slowly.

“Fuck, Jake.” I press my face into his neck, as he continues to move.

“Yes, I’ll be there tomorrow.” I hear my brother’s voice in the hallway and we freeze mid-thrust. “I don’t care if she is there,” my brother says to someone on the phone, but my pussy is craving for more of Jake’s cock in me. “Yeah, yeah.” My brother keeps talking by the closet door. Why isn’t he leaving?

“Ah!” I moan with surprised pleasure as Jake pushes himself into me. Holy shit.

He places his hand over my mouth and continues to thrust harder, with every move. My heart starts beating wild from excitement making my head spin. My brain is unable to register the voice outside of the closet anymore.

I can’t stop myself from making noises, but luckily Jake’s hand is over my mouth, otherwise I would be screaming from bliss. My climax is growing to the point where, my eyes can longer stay open, reaching its peak. I roll my head back, ready to explode. Jake leans in quickly replacing his lips with his hand over my mouth, kissing me intently as his thrust become almost violent.

I scream into his mouth as my clit spams uncontrollably releasing built up pressure through my body, causing me to squeeze my legs around him. My walls clenching around his cock. He thrust inside one more time, then quickly pulls out to cum on my dress.

He huffs, his perfect chest rising quickly, as he looks me in the eyes.

“I will die a happy man.” He kisses my lips so softly, I get lost in the delicacy of his touch.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xugt86/you_are_off_limits