Brother After Dark

Chapter Thirty-Two

Gently, Zach held me by the waist and lifted me off him. I went back to the passenger seat and adjusted my skirt. I saw my underwear on the side of his seat. I was about to get it, but Zach beat me to it.

“Zach, give it back!” I said.

He gave me a naughty smile and then shoved it in his pocket before adjusting back his seat.

“Zach!” I protested.

“Shhh…” he said. “You soaked my jeans. I get to keep your underwear.”

I was blushing ten shades of red, but instead of feeling ashamed, I kind of felt kinky. Only Zach could do this to me.

He started driving. I didn’t care where we were going. I knew I would go anywhere with him.

As we sped off to wherever he planned to take me, I realized that Jasper Litton was wrong.

Zach could have me. And damn what happened in the morning. Before this night was over, I knew I would definitely be Zach’s.

***

Zach parked his car in front of the shed, the little haven he built for himself. I felt heady when I remembered the memories we had in this place. This had always been a representation of our bond—as brother and sister, even though we were not bound by blood. And now, in this place, we would share another special connection.

He opened the car door for me. I held my skirt down as I walked inside. He was looking at me with a naughty expression on his face. I felt uneasy walking toward the house without an underwear.

He locked the door behind him, double bolting it for extra safety. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my lips again—hungrily, passionately. He pressed himself to me, and I felt his cock again, rock solid under his jeans. I didn’t think it ever went soft during the entire ride.

Then he bent forward and swept me off my feet. He carried me up the stairs and into the mezzanine floor like I weighed nothing. He settled me on the bed. He leaned down and kissed my lips as he set me on the mattress and kicked his shoes off.

He left a trail of kisses on my jaw and my neck. Then he sat up on the bed and pulled his hoodie off his body, followed by his shirt, exposing hard, muscled abs in front of me. His shoulders were broad, and his muscles were well-toned. It was hard to imagine that this was the same skinny boy who shielded me from the slash of my mother’s belt many years ago.

He removed his pants, leaving only his boxers on. Then he took my hand in his and pulled me to sit up. Leaning forward, he pulled the zipper of my dress down, then slowly peeled my dress off me. If it was possible, I turned even redder as I realized that I would soon be naked in front of Zach again. But this time, I knew exactly who he was and how related and unrelated we were with each other.

I lay in bed and allowed his eyes to roam all over my naked body. The heat of his gaze caused heat to pool between my legs. He gave me a satisfied smile before he leaned forward, putting his weight on me.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered.

He kissed me again, and I felt his hand over one of my breasts, giving it a squeeze. He nuzzled my neck, lightly nipping at my skin. I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt another rush of heat below. He bent down to suck at a pink nipple, sending my nerves in a frenzy, igniting the heat in my pussy even more.

“Zach…” I whispered.

He sucked on another tip as his hands traveled down my body and finally reached its intended destination. His thumb pressed on my sensitive clit as his middle finger slid deep inside.

“Oh, fuck!” I cursed as my hips pushed upward, meeting the motions of his hands.

“Shhh…” he whispered. “Patience, baby girl.”

I pulled his face to me and gave him a kiss on the lips. His tongue entered my mouth, ravishing me, as his fingers entered my slit, making it wetter than it already was.

“Zach…” I whispered. I was getting high again. And I wanted to reach another faster.

“I will make you cum again, baby girl,” he whispered to me. “I don’t want to hurt you. You have to cum for me again.”

“Zach…” was all I could say.

He kissed my jaw, then my neck. He left a trail of kisses down my body. It was more and more difficult to breathe as I anticipated his lips to reach between my legs. No one has ever gone down on me before and knowing that I was about to have oral sex with Zach, the boy I once called my brother, was making me higher than any drug ever could.

He sucked on my right inner thigh and then on the left. Then I felt him blow on my clit. I stifled a moan.

“Even your pussy is beautiful, baby girl,” I heard him say. I was thankful that even though I was a virgin and had no urgent plans of getting laid, I kept a strict routine of waxing my legs, my bikini lines, and my vagina.

I felt his velvet tongue graze my slit from the bottom up.

“Oh my god!” I breathed.

I waited for like another eternity to feel his tongue on me again. But instead, he sucked on my inner thigh. Doubtless, he was leaving another mark on me.

“Zach…” I breathed. “Please…”

“Please what, baby girl?” he asked.

He was teasing me. He was making me beg.

“Zach…” I said. I looked down at him. He was staring back at me with a naughty expression on his face. “Zach!”

He chuckled, and then finally having mercy, he leaned forward and sucked on my clit hard.

“Oh my god!” I almost screamed in ecstasy.

He licked me from the base of my slit, going up to the peak of my clit. I involuntarily pushed my hips upward, offering myself for him to discover, to explore, and to ravish.

He opened up the lips of my pussy, and his tongue went into my slit. He kept his oral assault on my honeypot and pulled me higher and higher into the cliff of no return. I kept moaning his name and cursing him over and over.

Finally, I could no longer take all the attention I was receiving from his talented tongue. I was too high, and getting lost into the abyss was inevitable. With one suck on my clit, my hips buckled, and I felt moisture flood down from my box, making me scream in pleasure. I no longer cared if I was being loud. I kept calling his name in a voice I no longer recognize as mine.

He moved fast. My orgasm was long and hard. In a matter of seconds, he was on top of me again. I could feel his rock-hard cock over my pussy, intensifying my orgasm even more.

His face was dark with desire, I could barely recognize him. As I moaned his name, I knew that he wasn’t stopping this time around. He was going to claim me, take me, mark me—he was going to ruin me for other men.