All my life, doing the wrong thing gave me a high. The forbidden always seduced me. But, this was the one time when I actually resisted. And boy, was I wrong to even believe I could.
The three of us sat together; Dylan and Jess sat on the couch across from me. Dylan with his feet up on the coffee table on his phone and Jess man spreading while glaring at me. I held my gaze on him for no longer than a second when I realized he looked back at me. I peered at the coffee table; the game consoles rested in the middle of the table, eyeing me as the rings on his hands reflected in the already very dim room. I looked back at him again to notice him still staring at me even more intensely than just a second ago. I blushed in embarrassment and looked towards the door.
"So, Jess, what's going on with Amelia?" My brother Dylan asked, still looking at his phone.
"You know, the usual…" Jess started. "I don't know if it's worth it anymore," he said again as he sighed, still looking at me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dylan asked, putting his phone down.
Jess faced away from me and to my brother instead. He looked away from me and rolled his eyes.
"It's getting boring. I have an appetite, and she isn't enough," Jess said with a smirk.
"Elaborate, please," Dylan continued.
"She's getting attached, and I am tired of it. I only want her around for a good fuck every once in a while," Jess said with another sigh. "She wants to be the only one, and that pisses me off. My dick has a mind of its own, and it should be able to fuck whoever it wants."
"So what's stopping you then, bro? Find someone new. Dump her fucked ass," Dylan says as he takes a sip of his beer.
I tried to ignore the conversation, but it made me so wet. I had my own fantasies too. To be fucked, like an animal. To be used like a sex toy, fucked beyond exhaustion. I wanted to be involved with that kind of stamina and need.
A monstrous need.
"There's this girl, and she isn't interested," Jess says as he sighs.
"There's a chick that the Jess Diaz can't charm?" Dylan teases, surprised.
"The girls that are throwing themselves at me aren't interesting anymore. Sure it's a fuck, but it's not a good fuck, you know?" Jess told my brother as he eyed me through the corner of his eye.
"That wouldn't be a problem for me, bro. I wouldn't mind a lay whenever the hell I wanted," Dylan said with a chuckle as he looked back at his phone.
I looked at Jess. I could see his sculpted abs through the tank he was wearing. His beautiful brown eyes shot me a horny seductive gaze. My pussy began to tremble as I darted from his pants to his eyes and to his lips. I wanted his lips all over every square inch of my body.
My fantasies were wild, and I was beyond thankful for Dylan's phone, which was loudly ringing. "Sorry, guys, I've gotta take this; it's my boss," Dylan said as he began to get up from the couch.
He walked towards the door and left the room as my stomach bunched into knots. My chestnut brown hair fell to my eyes, shielding me from embarrassment. I took a deep breath as I moved my shiny locks away from my face.
"Even your brother agrees. There isn't a chick who can't be charmed by Jess Diaz," Jess said as proudly as he gazed into my eyes at a distance. His eyes looked down to my chest and then to my curves. It looked as though he was undressing me with his alluring gaze.
As Jess stood up, I followed his movements. He strolled around the table and sat his sexy ass right next to me. I gasped and looked down and around the room, avoiding eye contact.
He chuckled. "This is going to be fun," he said with a smirk on his gorgeous face.
I cleared my throat. "I already told you, I can't. It's wrong, and I'm not interested," I said with the minimal confidence I could muster.
He laughed again quietly. He placed his hand on my lap. "Are you sure you don't want to? Others would kill to be pleased by a sex god like me," he said with a confident smirk.
He moved his hand up my lap and near the entrance of my already soaked pussy. He moved towards my face and stopped when our lips were inches apart. "Are you sure?" he asked again.
A million thoughts ran through my head. My pussy was trembling. It needed to be touched by his fingers and fucked with his hard dick. My vagina clenched at the thought of his dick hitting my walls, his lips caressing my neck.
My breathing was heavy, and my nipples were hard. I didn't know what to say.
"Popcorn. I'm going to get popcorn," I said, panting. I darted away from his lips. I stood and walked back to the door uncomfortably.
"Whatever you say, baby girl," he replied with a smirk.
I shot him one of the most annoying looks I could muster. I tried to act annoyed, but the sound of his deep voice turned me on deep down. I ran to the stairs and descended the staircase with wild thoughts spinning in my head as the cold railing touched my skin. I walked into the kitchen. I reached for a cup as I filled myself a glass of cold water. I sipped it nervously, trying to calm myself.
I tried to shove away the ideas in my head. Not sure why exactly, but it's always just been wrong to fuck around with your brother's best friend. Not to mention that Dylan's always been protective of me, and he definitely would disapprove of Jess screwing his little sister's brains out. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin their friendship.
I gulped my water quickly and took a deep breath.
"Thinking about me?" Jess asked in the corner of the kitchen behind me.
I jumped at the sound of his deep voice. I turned around to the corner to see him there, feet crossed, leaning on the wall. His muscular arms folded into his chest, flexing his biceps. I gulped again. I stood in shock; I didn't know what to say. I walked away from him towards the pantry. As I walked around the kitchen island, my eyes fell to his devilish smirk encased in his luscious lips.
I opened the cabinet, not leaving my gaze on his eyes. I was in a trance, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold my ground for much longer. Sooner than later, I was going to have to give in to the tricks and charms of Jesse Diaz.
I reached for the popcorn bag at the back of the cabinet. Condiments, peanut butter, and cans of beans blocked my view of the back of the shelf. Before I knew it, I could feel his presence behind me. I could smell the delicious perfume he was wearing. He closed the cabinet doors and pushed my chest into the doors.
