Brother After Dark

Chapter Thirty-One

Blaire

Zach looked at me with a shocked and confused expression on his face.

“Baby girl…” he breathed.

“Shut up!” I said, and then I leaned forward, my face descending toward his, and I mashed my lips against his.

It took him about three seconds to react, to realize what I was doing. Once he got over the shock, I felt his arms circle around me and pulled me in closer. He leaned up and devoured my lips hungrily.

He pulled me down to him, causing me to grind on him. Immediately, he turned rock hard under his jeans. I moaned against his lips as I felt the heavy sensation between my thighs as juices started to flow.

The seat moved backward as he pressed the button to give us more room. Then he pulled me toward him again and continued kissing me feverishly.

He nuzzled my neck. I held on to him for support. I moaned when I felt him suck at the base of my neck. I would be full of hickeys again in the morning, and this time I was actually looking forward to it. Kiss marks were his way of marking me, possessing me, to remind me that I was his. And I was. I had always been.

I felt his hands on my thighs. His tongue invaded my mouth as his fingers crept under the hem of my skirt. Deeper and deeper. Higher and higher. He gently bit my lower lip as his hands cupped my ass cheeks under my skirt, pulling me to him, further grinding me to his hot cock beneath me.

He trailed kisses to my jaw and then my ear. His fingers went to my hips and found the strings of the panties I was wearing. He suddenly stopped kissing me. He leaned back and stared at me with narrowed eyes.

“What?” I asked, afraid that something was wrong.

He was staring at me intently and gently as he tugged at the strings on my left hip, releasing my underwear halfway.

“Kinky!” he said. “Did you wear this for me?”

I smiled at him naughtily. “Everything I wore lately was for you.” It was true. Even when I was putting on the string underwear this evening, I was thinking of the night we spent together and what it would be like if I spent another night with him.

He smiled at me triumphantly. He looked at me in the eye as he pulled the strings on my right hip. My heart pounded in my chest as he gently peeled the already-soaking panties off my body. Then he pressed me to him again, my naked pussy sitting on top of his jeans, wetting it. He was watching my reactions as he gently pushed his hip upward.

“Oh my god, Zach,” I breathed.

The sensation was too much for me to handle. I leaned forward and took his lips again, almost biting him.

He kissed me back as he ground my clit to him. The textile of his denim jeans was rough; it was ruthless against my sensitive skin.

“Zach…” I breathed. “I’m going to make a mess all over your jeans if you keep doing that.”

“Is it not obvious that’s what I want you to do?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

“Zach… please,” I whispered. He cupped my naked cheeks pushing me down to him and pumping his hips upward. “Oh my god, Zach.”

I was losing all sense of reason, all sense of propriety or discretion. I didn’t care anymore that I was in my brother’s car on the side of the road, that I was grinding myself against him and on the verge of cumming all over his jeans.

“Zach, please…”

He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder, sucking the skin, and then gently biting it.

“Give it to me, baby girl,” he whispered against my ear. “Cum for me! Cum all over me!”

“Zach!” I screamed his name and threw my arms around his neck as I held on to him for dear life. My body shook, and I let out guttural moans of pleasure. It had been months too long since I last felt this ecstasy. I buried my face against the crook of his shoulder as I continued to grind against him.

I came down slowly from the height of ecstasy. I struggled to calm my hammering heart, catch my breath, and steady my pulse. I sat on top of him. I could feel the wet mess I made all over his crotch. I could feel his rigid member throbbing beneath his jeans.

I felt him cradle me in his arms, as his hand gently caressed my head.

Slowly, I pulled away from him so I could look him in the eyes.

He had a satisfied expression on his face, and he smiled at me gently.

“I think I made a big mess all over you,” I said shyly.

He chuckled. “You made a very hot mess all over me, baby girl,” he said. He pushed a lock of stray hair away from my face.

He gently pulled my head toward his so he could kiss my lips again. I kissed him back hungrily. Passionately. He wasn’t finish with me yet. And I was glad, because this night was far from being over.

When he pulled away from me, he gave me an intense look. Then he took a deep breath and said, “You know I’m not going to stop this time, baby girl.”

I know.

I nodded. “I don’t think I want you to.”

He smiled at me gently. Then he reached up and gave me one lingering kiss on the lips.