My Brother’s Best Friend

Pool Table

ARELLA

“Let me make us breakfast.” Skip kissed my forehead after offering me his sweater for me to wear.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Do you cook?” I was a little surprised. I was expecting an awkward moment after what we did last night, but the moment I’d been waiting for didn’t happen, instead, he cocooned me throughout the night. I even felt him kissing my shoulder in the middle of my slumber while our limbs tangled together.

“Reigh.” His brows furrowed, but his lips curved up into a cocky smile.

I rolled my eyes. “What?”

“You’re stalling. I hope you’re reminiscing our sexploration last night.” His cocky smile grew into a grin.

My face hated, not of embarrassment, but with satisfaction. It had been a while since I had sex, but one thing I was sure of, was that I never regretted my decision of sleeping with him. Skip worshiped my body that even my ex-husband could never do that to me. I was insecure for many years, but last night he boosted my confidence and made me feel sexy.

“You’re back to being cocky, aren’t you? And is that how you call it now? A sexploration.”

“Yeah. Too many hot shagging?” He closed the gap between us and cupped my face. “We’ll explore a lot together and things we are good at.” Then, he smashed his mouth into mine. The kiss was short, wet, hungry, and ended with a loud pop.

“Point taken.”

We shared breakfast together with a little chat regarding my work.

“Don’t interfere with my training using your connection, Skip. I was just alright before you showed up. I want a good recommendation without your influence.”

“You’ll be working with me anyway. So why can’t I help my girlfriend now?” He emptied his coffee cup.

My brow arched. “Girlfriend?” My heart skipped a bit, then thundered in my chest with that word.

Confusion plastered on his face. The hand with an empty cup dropped down slowly to his charcoal gray kitchen counter. “Aren’t you… my girlfriend?”

I held my smile, but my stupid heart was beyond overwhelmed that I almost lost control not to jump into him. “Oh, are we now?” My sarcasm made him swallow hard uncomfortably.

He looked down, disappointed.

“What else do you want me to do, Arella?” His jaw clenched, then breathed noisily in frustration.

“You’d proven your point yesterday and last night, Mr. Linton.” I stood up and circled to his side. “You’re hot when you’re annoyed and frustrated, don’t you know that?” I cupped his face and pressed my lips to his. I closed my eyes, sensing the softness and firmness of his talented lips.

When I pulled back, his eyes still closed. “I like your tattoo, boyfriend.”

He cracked his eyes open and looked away. “Not funny.”

“The tattoo? It was actually hot, and you have the same tattoo as my brother on your arm, but the one on your arse is way sexier.” I smiled genuinely.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Oh?”

“Reigh, can you be serious for a while? Do you like me or not?” His eyes were as serious as hell.

“I more than like you, Skipper. I knew what you said last night was so real. And this is not just about sex. Your gorgeous eyes don’t lie, hotsome. So, yeah, I was just kidding with you earlier.” I kissed him one more time, and he relaxed on my lips.

“I don’t care if your brother hates me, Arella. I want us more than anything.”

“I know, but promise me that you won’t interfere with my training. I want what I deserve.”

“Deal.”

“Good. Now, send me to my apartment.”

“Not until I eat you on this counter.”

I laughed. “You’re not satisfied with your first breakfast, Mr. Linton?”

“You sucked me, and I didn’t get a chance to eat you.” His eyes were already blazing with lust. His words were sinfully erotic.

“I just did what I promised to you last night,” I grinned mischievously.

Skip scooped me up, placed me on the counter, and swiped off the plates aside, causing clutter on the floor, then he lifted his sweater off my head. I was completely naked. The coldness of the room didn’t cause me to shiver, it was his intense stare as it raked through my naked body with adoration, making my nipples harden painfully under his scrutiny. He grazed his thumb on my nipple, then captured it with his hot mouth.

And I was instantly wet and squirming.

“Skip, take me back to your room.”

“I’m taking you somewhere else,” he quickly answered.

As if on cue, I instantly snaked my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. Skip pushed the hair from the back of my neck and placed kisses that made me shiver while he carried me to what he called somewhere else. I heard the door unlocked, and the smell of wood and citrus-y air freshener permeating the room reached my nostrils.

“Where are we?” I looked around, and I didn’t see anything other than the light he switched on and the gray-colored wall. Before he could answer, he placed me down, feeling the felt and the wood under my skin.

“Now, lie down, and be a good girl. A good girl always gets a reward.”

“I want that reward, Sir Skipper. But are we really doing this on the pool table?”

“You will have it. And yeah because I was losing my mind when you bent on that table at the pool house, and what was embarrassing was how I imagined wild things in front of your brother.”

“Oh?”

“I want to make it slow, but you’re driving me crazy, Reigh. Every time I kissed you, every time I thrust inside you always felt like the first time. It’s how fucking amazing you are, and we are.” His words were blowing my mind, and the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.

In an instant, my legs were on his shoulders as he downed his head and nibbled my inner thigh, and my inner flirt celebrated. The warmth of his breath and the stings he caused were scorching.

He then stopped. “Do you trust me?”

Still panting, I propped on my elbows to look at him. “Y-yes.”

Without warning, he plunged his fingers inside me, making me arched my back and caught my breath, and he continued sucking me as he thrust them in and out, curled it, and hit the spot that I’d never known existed.

It made me insane, made my eyes roll back, and cry me out with pleasure. “Oh god!”

Then instantly, his fingers and his mouth were gone.

“Skip?” My voice came out in a rasp.

“Hush.” His finger rubbed against the orifice that nobody touched me there, even my ex, and that was the reason our sex life went cold. I was uncomfortable with him, but why now with Skip that I didn’t know much about him, yet I felt that he could do anything for, and I wouldn’t have the courage to stop him.

His mouth was back, and my scream echoed in the entire room or could be in the whole apartment. And I didn’t care. It was hard to take all in how amazing it felt was. His plunging continued, and the pleasure was rising higher and higher. His tongue thrust inside me, tandem with his finger in and out. The burn lessened, and it turned to a sweet sting that sent ripples through me.

“You’re killing me.” My hoarse voice bubbled. And that was all I could take. I forgot my own name as I flew high and fell to the ecstasy I never knew existed.