At His Warning: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 8 (4 page)

Excerpt
from
My
Best Friend’s Brother
:

I heard a noise from down the hallway like a sigh.
Were the girls awake again? Could we rekindle this party after all? I put the
DVD back in the drawer and moved into the hallway, tiptoeing toward the sound.
I paused outside Amber’s room. A rattling snore met my ears that sounded like
Savannah’s.

Classy.

Then, I heard it. A muffled groan, coming from a
room three doors down. Amber’s brother’s room. I’d forgotten that Brian was
back from college this weekend. He’d been quiet all evening, and I wondered if
he’d been in his room the whole time.

I leaned closer, straining to hear better.

“Oh, yeah, baby…” A rough whisper carried through
the thin wood of the door. “Take my cock just like that.”

I covered my hand with my mouth to hold back my
giggle. He was totally touching himself in there! I pictured Brian—tall, fit
from his years on the swim team, with gorgeous green eyes and messy black
hair—lying back on his bed, fisting his dick. The thought made my mouth water.
I’d always had a thing for him throughout high school. Hell, he was half the
reason I hung out with Amber in the first place.

“Yeah…” he whispered again, and I pressed my ear
to the door. “Fuck me, Bailey.”

My pussy clenched at the mention of my name. He
was thinking about
me
… about my tight
cunt riding him. Or maybe taking me from behind. God, it couldn’t be! It was
just too good. Brian Sanders was fantasizing about
me
while he jerked off.

“Take it all. Don’t make me spank you, bitch…
yeah…”

I almost groaned out in the hallway, but kept my
mouth shut. I loved the idea of his large hand slapping my firm ass as he
fucked me.

“You’re a greedy little slut aren’t you? Yeah,
Bailey…”

I could hear the slap of skin on skin.

I
was
a
greedy little slut. A self-proclaimed nympho, I was well-known as a lover of
the cock, and right now was no exception. My pussy was getting so wet listening
to Brian touch himself. I wanted to come.
Needed
to. I squeezed my thighs together, shooting a tingle through my clit.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I eased the
door open and slipped into his room. Brian’s eyes were closed as he slid his
hand up and down his rock hard cock. He hadn’t heard me come in, but still lay
on his bedspread, naked, touching himself.

I’ll admit it. I stared.

His cock was one of the thickest I’d ever seen,
and I couldn’t help wondering how it would feel inside my tight little pussy.
Would it hurt? Or would it feel just right?

“Bailey,” he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet
his fist.

I peeled off my tank top and threw it across the
room, nailing him in the face with it.

“Yes, Brian?”

He yelped and whipped the tank off his face, his
eyes wide. He then used it to cover his junk.

“Wh-what? Oh, God! Bailey?”

His eyes locked on my round breasts, then traveled
down to my panties. My nipples hardened beneath his gaze.

“Did I hear you talking about me, Brian, while you
rubbed that big dick of yours?”

I smiled coyly. I loved the way flashes of panic
mixed with the arousal on his flushed face.

“Uh… oh, geez, Bailey. I… I didn’t know you could
hear me.” He ran a hand through his black hair, making it stand on end.

He was so adorably sexy. I knew he just wanted to
melt into the floor and die.

“I’m glad I did.”

I moved to sit on his bed, my breasts bobbing as I
walked. His eyes followed the motion—they were practically glued to my chest. I
sat next to him and leaned close. I could smell the light scent of his pine
deodorant, mixing with the musky smell of the pre-cum I knew was beading on
that cock of his, hidden beneath my tank top.

“You are?” His voice was husky, and his eyes
darkened as he met my gaze.

“Mmm hmm. I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Brian.”
I straddled his legs, pushing him back onto his pillows. His eyes shot wide.

“Oh… God…”

“And now that your sissy and her friend are
asleep, I can screw your brains out without her knowing.” I grinned wickedly,
and brushed my breasts over his naked chest, dragging my nipples across his hot
skin.

He made a strangled sound, and I felt his cock
rise up to brush my thigh. I snatched the tank top away and gently rubbed my
wet panties against the head, letting him feel how aroused I was.

“Unless, of course, you don’t want me to fuck
you.”

I tilted my head to one side, waiting for his
answer. I wanted him so badly. I hoped he wouldn’t chicken out on me.

“I want you,” he gasped.

His arms encircled my waist, and he pulled me down
to him, kissing me hard. I was caught off guard by his aggression, but melted
into him as his tongue met mine. He was an amazing kisser. It was like his
tongue had a life of its own inside my mouth; prodding, teasing, sucking. I
sighed into him, and felt my nipples pucker further against his hard chest. One
of his hands snaked into my hair, while the other grabbed my ass, roughly
pulling me closer.

Without warning, his hand came down on my asscheek
with a
smack
. I screeched, and he
pulled my hair, lifting my face to his.

“If you want this, you’re going to do it my way,”
he breathed.

Oh, God. I’d never seen this side of him. Was he
seriously trying to dominate me in the sack?

My mouth was hanging open, and I closed it with a
snap. “What? Ahh!”

His hand came down again, stinging my cheek as I
straddled him. The glow on my backside turned into a sharp pleasure, making my
pussy even wetter. I’d always wanted to be spanked, but I never saw a stand up
guy like Brian being the one to do it.

“You heard me, you slut. You do what I say, or you
get out of my bedroom.”

His hand cupped my breast, then he pinched my
nipple.
Hard
.

I should have been pissed off. I should have left. I
should have punched him in the dick. No one told
me
what to do. I was always the seductor—always in charge. But, I
had to admit… having a boy take control like this was a rush. Was he man enough
to rein me in?

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At His Warning

By

Delilah Fawkes

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At His Warning

Copyright 2012
by 
Delilah Fawkes

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